Daily life of HP Sherlock Holmes

Apparently, the conversation around the Quidditch pitch wasn't over.

After the four absentmindedly finished their dinner, they returned to the lounge, and then Hermione swaggered into the passageway of the boys' dormitory under the eyes of all the boys, and followed Gerald and the others back to the dormitory——Seamore in the dormitory They were assigned by Gerrard early on, so the four of them continued to talk about what might happen.

"Gerald! How can you be sure that Professor Quirrell will make a move in the Quidditch match?!" Hermione asked suspiciously.

"I'm not sure," Gerald said lazily, his eyes half-closed, his cat's eyes twitched at the end, and his fingers under his chin, which is the posture when he thinks, "but it's very possible, After all, the criminal's temporary impulse is also the biggest motivation for committing a crime. In particular, Professor Quirrell may have someone behind him who instigates him to commit a crime. Then, facing the young savior, in the Quidditch match, there is no Deng Xiaoping. Bullido, there are no little wizards around, the target is obvious, and the positioning is easy, as long as Professor Quirrell's target is you, he has an 80.00% chance of making a move."

"Trying?" Harry changed his jersey and was now walking up and down in front of Gerrard wearing a sweater over his shirt.

"Yes, look who is besides Dumbledore who arranged to protect you secretly." Gerald said slowly, Hermione and Ron looked at Gerald, Hermione pursed her lips, trying to avoid Extracting information from Gerald's words, Gerald glanced at Harry: "Don't think about it, Professor Snape should be secretly protecting you, the other three professors are not suitable."

"Why?" Hermione was about to turn into a hundred thousand whys.

Harry and Ron didn't ask much, but they also looked at Gerald. After all, in their eyes, Professor McGonagall was much more reliable than Professor Snape.

"Because this is Dumbledore's arrangement, and Professor Snape is willing. Professor McGonagall's temperament is not suitable for secretly protecting and observing someone. As the vice-principal of a school, when the principal is not doing his job, Professor McGonagall The burden on our shoulders is very heavy," Gerald said, looking at Harry, "Other professors we have met, except for those who did not participate in that war, there are not many left. By the way, among our professors There is also a very magical existence in it, well, that professor will be discussed later.” Gerald thought for a while, and decided not to drag the topic further: “Think about it, as a wizard who is secretly protecting, can get Dumbledore’s trust, experienced that war, has superb combat skills and reaction ability, has a deep understanding of black magic, and knows certain first aid spells, how many such candidates can there be?”

Especially the relationship between Harry and Professor Snape, probably the bond that Principal Dumbledore trusted the most.

"Well, you always have a reason," Hermione murmured, and at this moment, Ron's mouse, Scabbers, ran out from under the bed, and he scurried into Ron's pocket.

"Oh, is this your pet?" Hermione asked curiously when she saw it.

Ron nodded, patted Banban lightly with his hand and said, "This is my mouse, Banban, I inherited it from my brothers. You know, Banban has lived in my house for ten years, so it's useless." .” Although it was useless to say it, Ron’s expression was very gentle.

"Ten years?" Gerald glanced over, "Ron, show me your mouse."

When Ron heard the sound, he reached out his hand to take Banban out, but who knew Banban struggled violently. The moment Ron took him out, Banban bit Ron hard. Hu Zhong and the other three young wizards stared in astonishment, and Banban disappeared into the room in a flash.

"Damn it! Scabbers! What the hell are you doing!" Ron yelled, clutching his bloody fingers, Gerrard stood up abruptly, and said with a serious face, "Ron, you first Don't wipe the blood, wait for me." Immediately after, under the terrified eyes of Harry and Hermione, Gerald quickly took out the test tube, extractor, surgical scissors, and even his own computer, A photo was taken of Ron's injured finger.

"Gerald, you... what are you doing?" Ron asked a little scared.

"Don't you have eyes?" Gerald said as he plucked a hair from Ron's head, and then showed a feeling of 'finally got it'. Harry and Hermione took a step back, "I'm extracting you The blood, hair, um, crumbs of skin can also be found. You should be able to find the saliva of your mouse in this extraction. God knows that after testing my own blood in the past few months, there is nothing to analyze at all. Ron, well done!"

Ron was completely petrified at this time! !The inner roar almost burst through the chest - well done? !Hello sister!Is a good co-author a bite from my own rat? !Gerald damn it, what the hell do you want my blood and my hair and my skin? !I'm so scared right now? !Can you please give them all back to me!And this is my stuff!

Ron, Harry, and Hermione watched Gerald quickly seal all the samples just taken from Ron into his suitcase with his hands and feet, and said rather unsatisfactorily: "Pure blood Family, we have Gryffindor specimens, when can we get Slytherin?"

Hermione and Harry looked at each other, and Harry swallowed, deciding he'd better do it himself.

"Well, Gerald, aren't we talking about Quidditch?!" Merlin, isn't the current Gerald scarier than that Voldemort? !

"Well, I know," Gerald looked back and saw the appearance of the other three little wizards, hesitated for a moment, and then decided to comfort them with kindness: "Don't worry, I won't do anything to you. I am very It's normal, Sherlock, you should know, he is my second brother, and his former friend was a skull, which was not replaced until Dr. Fingers, heads, take them back to the house for testing," Gerald said with a normal face, I am very kind, I am definitely a normal person: "burn the eyeballs, freeze the fingers, keep the head fresh, um, Sherlock did the whipping of corpses too, and I'm still far from reaching that point, so don't worry."

The three little wizards are completely stiff! !

——What you imply is that you will definitely reach that point in the future! ! !

"Oh, by the way, you may see them this Christmas, maybe Sherlock hasn't finished experimenting with those things." Gerald winked at the three of them.

The three little wizards immediately looked like a thunderbolt—yes, they agreed to Gerrard's Christmas invitation!Just after the mysterious organization!Why was I so naive at that time! !Just to see what Gerald's brothers and parents look like, I agreed to the invitation-hahahaha, where is the time machine? !we need you!

Harry was more exaggerated than Ron and Hermione, and he looked like he was going to die. He agreed earlier because Dr. Watson had already invited him in advance.Thinking of what Dr. Watson said in his letter, a warm and happy Christmas... Hehe, I won't be dissected! !

"Well, well, let's talk back to Professor Quirrell, by the way," Gerald locked his box and looked at Ron, "Ron, there is a problem with your mouse, wait until Professor Quirrell solves it. You better tell me about your mouse, maybe it will be very interesting." The mouse that has lived for ten years is still so fast, even magical creatures are facing the end of death, and this mouse is obviously physically weak. The quality is still at its peak, which is really interesting.

Ron gave a blank 'hmm'. He looked at Harry and Hermione, wondering with a distorted expression, would he be able to return to Hogwarts alive after Christmas? !

"Professor Quirrell will attack Harry during the Quidditch match. We are going to start preparations!" Gerald said in a serious tone. He looked at Harry and sighed: "Harry, It's fine if you don't like this dangerous activity, but for now, let's discuss countermeasures first."

"Us?!" Hermione pointed emphatically at the other three little wizards: "Four first-year little wizards?! Didn't learn all the spells?!"

"It's okay, we have a strong backing," Gerald smiled, "I won't take Harry's life as a joke. The current situation is that we know Professor Quirrell's possible plan, and we The purpose is not only to stop Professor Quirrell, but also to explore the truth behind Professor Quirrell's big scarf."

"This truth will be very dangerous!" Ron said, his face blushing involuntarily, "During the Quidditch match, almost all the wizards in the school would go to watch it. At that time, debunking Professor Quirrell might cause panic in the whole school. Even other people will be hurt!" Ron was always very thoughtful sometimes.

"Don't worry about that." The smile on Gerald's face disappeared. "I will arrange it. After all, the longer Professor Quirrell stays in the school, the greater the harm. I don't want to see trolls appearing in Huo Gwartz!" I actually went into the women's bathroom!I didn't even care about my face!God, this is unforgivable!

"Will you inform Principal Dumbledore?" Harry asked: "If it is really related to Voldemort, then only Principal Dumbledore can really stop him! Because the only thing he fears is Principal Dumbledore!"

"Of course, don't worry, it's not just Headmaster Dumbledore, there are many people I need to notify." For example, my eldest brother, Mycroft.

Mycroft definitely has someone in the wizarding world!If he said no, Merlin would not believe it!In order to ensure safety, Gerald paid a lot of money. Not only did he promise to Mycroft to watch Sherlock, but he also promised that his parents would not visit his eldest son on a whim for no reason. In the future, Holmes and his wife would come to London again and settle down. There is only one place, and that is Sherlock's rental house!

"Gerald, are you really going to kill Professor Quirrell in the first Quidditch game?" Harry asked gloomily, it was his first game after all!

"Harry, don't worry, as long as you play well, you are just a bait. After the prey takes the bait, you should have nothing to do... Well, unless you can cause special damage to the prey..." Gerald said quickly As he said that, he looked at Harry with bright eyes at the end: "Maybe you can really do some harm to Professor Quirrell! You are the savior, if you don't have any special functions, it really doesn't live up to your name! "

Harry and Ron sighed as usual, and Hermione next to her blushed—Merlin!Why is Gerrard always like this!

"Okay, then I'll try it then," Harry said resignedly, "but can I finish the game first?"

"Hmm..." Gerald looked away.

"I see..." Harry was completely powerless at this time, the first Quidditch game in my life!Be sure to write to Dr. Watson later!

Why is Sherlock Holmes like this! !