Daily life of HP Sherlock Holmes

Time passed quickly, and when Gerald was facing the flying lesson, he suddenly realized that he had stayed in this isolated castle for more than a week!

And for more than a week, I didn't study everyone in the class as thoroughly as before. When I was free, in order to find fun and prove my correctness, I asked whether they wet the bed last night or slept with their parents crying. Let me tell you... Gerald looked at the notice silently, and sighed in his heart that he had really grown up...

——Harry and Ron were silent, God knows how tired they have been for more than a week!In order to stop Gerald's stinking mouth, they came up with all kinds of methods.Ron even allowed himself to be hit by his brother's prank candy (Gerald reminded Ron before, otherwise Ron's IQ would not be seen at all.) Turned into a stick of bread with his head reaching the ceiling, shaking left and right ...

"Flying lessons today!!" Ron shouted excitedly, Harry also came over, and a circle of people surrounded him, but after seeing that he was with Slytherin, almost everyone There was a sigh.Gerald put his fingertips on his chin, looked at the word Slytherin, and found that this house was so closely related to Gryffindor that Gerald suspected that everything was arranged by the headmaster.

"Unlucky," said Harry despondently, "it did exactly what I expected. To make a fool of myself in front of Malfoy on a broomstick." He'd been wanting to learn to fly more than anything else.

"I don't know if you'll make a fool of yourself," said Gerald lazily. "I know Malfoy always brags that he's a good Quidditch player, but he's just talking big. Don't forget , before he went to school, he was just a little wizard under the age of 11. Even if he flew into the sky, he probably rode a toy, which was completely different from the broomstick we are going to try now." Ron said She blushed and didn't speak.

Malfoy talks about flying all day.He complained loudly that freshmen were ineligible for the House Quidditch team, and he told many lengthy, brag tales that always ended with his narrow escape from a Muggle helicopter.

But he wasn't alone in his big talk: from Seamus Finnigan's tone, it seemed he spent most of his childhood flying around the fields on a broomstick.

Even Ron, if anyone would listen, would tell of the time when he almost ran into a hang glider on Charlie's battered broom.Everyone from the wizarding family babbled about Quidditch.Ron had already had a big fight with his roommate Dean Thomas over a football game.Ron didn't understand that there was only one ball in the field and no one was allowed to fly. What's so exciting about this kind of game.

Harry caught sight of Ron poking his hand around Dean's West Ham football team poster, trying to get the players to move.

Neville had never ridden a broomstick before in his life, because his grandma never let him near one.Privately, Harry felt that his grandma was very reasonable, that Neville could always cause accidents even if he kept both feet on the ground honestly.

Hermione Granger was almost as nervous about flying as Neville.It's a skill you can't read and remember—it's not like she hasn't tried it.

At breakfast on Thursday morning, she bored them enough by telling them flying instructions she had learned from a library book called The Origins of Quidditch.Neville, on the other hand, listened intently to every word she said, eagerly hoping to hear some useful knowledge that would help him stay on his broomstick later.Still, the others were delighted when the postman's arrival interrupted Hermione's speech.

Only Gerald, who had been calm all the time, made people daunted by his confident look, thinking that flying was just a piece of cake for him.In fact, Gerald had no expectations for flying. He just planned to take a class honestly and obey the professor's arrangement. Of course, the part of Gerald who flew into the sky would not obey.He was just going to keep his feet on the solid ground until all the talkative little wizards figured out that the lesson was no fun and call it a day.

The owl arrived, and Hedwig once again brought a letter from Dr. Watson. Gerald poked at the fried potatoes in front of him, wondering what Dr. Watson said this time—the last time he sent a letter to Harry and told them When handling the case, there is a huge gossip that Sherlock actually fell in love with a woman named Irene! !

I don't know what happened this time... Gerald pretended to pick up a piece of fried potato, and then moved his butt towards Harry.On the opposite side, Malfoy triumphantly opened his small package and took out the dessert inside.

Harry looked at Dr. Watson's letter with gusto. Recently, he had been corresponding with Dr. Watson every day. Not only that, Gerald's elder brother even sent him two letters, saying that he wanted to take care of Gerald more. De, if you have nothing to do, please send Gerrard's recent situation to him - because the second-hand information is somewhat inaccurate, and Sherlock will always be dissatisfied if Dr. I happily started my career as a snitch (Gerald’s elder brother is too strict! Every time I send a letter, I will be corrected for grammatical errors and word mistakes. I have nothing to speculate about what I have concealed. Is everyone in the Holmes family like this? ?! I really want to see Gerald's parents!)

"What did you say in the letter?" Gerald pretended to be casual and asked, and after asking, he simply stretched his head over.Ron also stared at Harry curiously—the case that Harry told himself last time was wonderful, and he didn't expect Muggles to be so smart. Of course, if it was placed here with a wizard, a spell could solve it. (Ron, you are thinking too simply. If the criminal is also a wizard, it is estimated that wizards have already been finished.)

"Oh, a hound thing. A helper came up and told what happened to him when he was a child, and they went..." Harry said enthusiastically.

At this time, Neville suddenly yelled: "What are you doing—!!" Harry Ron and the others looked over reflexively.At the table in between Malfoy stood triumphantly, holding a ball in his hand, while Neville stood aside with a flushed face.

Harry and Ron jumped up immediately. Regarding Malfoy, Harry and Ron always felt that he owed a lesson. Gerald took the opportunity to grab the letter paper and read ten lines at a glance.Just when they were about to do something, Professor McGonagall appeared in the blink of an eye.

"what happened?"

"Malfoy stole my Remembrall, Professor.''

Malfoy scowled, and quickly threw the memory ball back on the table. "Wait and see," he said, and hurried off, followed by Crabbe and Goyle.

Harry Ron also sat back under Professor McGonagall's stern gaze, Gerald handed Harry the letter, and Harry and Ron immediately started reading, forgetting Malfoy.

At 03:30 in the afternoon, Gerald and the rest of the Gryffindor students hurried down the steps and onto the front yard for their first flying lesson.

It was a clear, breezy day, and the grass swelled slightly under their feet as they walked briskly down the sloping lawn to a flat lawn on the opposite side of the field.On the other side of the lawn is the forest, and the dark trees in the distance are swaying in the wind.

The Slytherins were already there, and twenty broomsticks were neatly stacked on the ground.Harry told Gerald that he had heard Fred and Jocha Weasley complain about the broomsticks at school, that some brooms rattle when you fly too high, and that others always Slightly to the left.

Gerald glanced at the brooms on the ground, and found that they were indeed devastated—little wizards always had some natural intuition and ability to destroy things.

Their teacher Mrs. Hooch came.She had short gray hair, and her eyes were yellow like a hawk's.

"Okay, what are you all waiting for," she snapped, "everyone stand by a broomstick. Quick, quick, hurry up."

Gerald obeyed immediately, standing on Harry's left, Ron on his left.Gerald looked down at his broom. The main part was black and shiny, covered with various scars, and the lower branches were messy, like hair that had been electrified.

He looked at Harry's again. It was old and worn out, with branches protruding in all directions.

"Put your right hand over the broomstick," cried Mrs. Hooch ahead, "and say, 'Get up! "

"Get up!" everyone shouted.

Gerald's broom was in his hands immediately, Harry's too, and Ron's rolled on the ground.When everyone had their brooms, Mrs. Hooch showed them how to get on without slipping off their heads.She walked up and down the line, correcting their handshakes.Harry and Ron heard her criticize Malfoy for what he had been doing wrong.I couldn't help but secretly happy.

Gerald could only roll his eyes at the unconcealable smiles on Harry and Ron's faces.Then he glanced at Malfoy, Malfoy's white and tender little face was pink, and the platinum-blond hair was so reflective in the sun that it couldn't be seen, Gerald was almost dazzled and thought that Malfoy had shaved his head sometime .

Oh, well, too much hairspray and you'll be bald before middle age... Gerald muttered, maybe the hairspray in the wizarding world is different?

"Okay, as soon as I whistle, you kick your legs off the ground and push hard." Mrs. Hooch said as she walked up and down. "Hold the broom steady, go up a few feet, and then lean forward slightly. Fall straight back to the ground. Listen to my whistle—three—two—"

Gerald immediately followed suit, holding the broom tightly in his hand, and firmly planted his feet on the ground.However, Neville was too nervous to be left on the ground, so before the whistle touched Mrs. Hooch's lips, he kicked hard and flew up.

"Come back, boy!" cried Mrs Hooch, but Neville went straight up, like a cork spewing out of a bottle—twelve feet—twenty feet.Gerald looked over - and saw Neville's terrified, white face looking down at the rapidly receding ground below, gasping for air, slipping off the side of the broom handle, and then - thud - a crash, a violent bang. The impact, and Neville lay face down in the grass on the ground, curled up in a ball.His broomstick was still rising higher and higher, and then began to drift slowly towards the Forbidden Forest and disappeared.

Everyone had no time to react, and Gerald was also stunned. However, he woke up at the same time as Mrs. Hooch, and ran towards Neville almost at the same time.As soon as the two moved, the other students also reacted, screaming, shouting, and several Gryffindors also ran over together.

Gerald squatted down, Mrs. Hooch bent down, and the two of them looked down at Neville. Gerald looked at Neville curled up in a ball, observing carefully from top to bottom. When Madam Hooch said: "The wrist is broken After the conclusion, he shook his head and said, "It's not just his wrist, he fell from more than 30 feet from the sky, his ribs were also broken, and his left leg was twisted."

Harry and Ron leaned over from behind: "Is Neville okay?!" The faces of the two of them were extremely pale, and it was as if they were both injured.Seamus squatted down with a painful expression on his face. As Gerald's roommate, he had always been neglected and had a good relationship with Neville.

"Okay, kid, what you said is right, but it's nothing serious, and it should be fine in one night." Mrs. Huo Qi turned to the other students in the class and said, "I'll take this kid to the hospital. Nobody move! Put the broomsticks back where they belong, or you'll be kicked out of Hogwarts before you can even say 'quidditch.' Come on, dear." And she With a wave of his wand, Neville was levitated and walked towards the castle.As soon as they were out of hearing, Malfoy burst out laughing.

"Did you see that face, the big fool?" Malfoy laughed, and the other Slytherins echoed.

"Shut up, Malfoy," said Parvati Patil sharply.

"Hey, protect Longbottom?" said Pansy Parkinson, a classic-looking Slytherin girl with black hair and a pointed chin, and she was extremely delicate. "I didn't expect you to like chubby little tears, Patil."

"Look!" said Malfoy, rushing to grab something from the grass, "that big fool Longbottom's grandma gave it to him." He held up the memory ball, which glistened in the sun.

Harry finally couldn't help it: "Bring it here, Malfoy."

Suddenly, everyone stopped talking and watched.

Malfoy grinned hideously.

Gerald stood beside Harry silently, Malfoy's face immediately turned pale, and some Slytherin students also shrank, Gerrard tidied up the clothes that were a little messed up by running just now, looked at Malfoy Foo smiled: "Malfoy, I advise you to bring the memory ball here, otherwise I'm not sure if I will say anything—for example, your father, Lucius Malfoy, who was recently in the Ministry of Magic ..."

Malfoy picked up the broom suddenly, and rushed towards Gerald on the broom while everyone's eyes widened!