Harry of the Sherlock Holmes

"Harry?" When Harry came out of Professor McGonagall's office, Hermione tugged at the hem of his coat.

They came to the lawn beside the Black Lake and sat on the ground.A skylark looked at them curiously from the top of the tree, and then flew away suddenly.

Harry smiled and looked at his friend: "What's the problem?"

"You really like flying," Hermione said affirmatively.Even though she was not good at flying, she could see how natural and smooth the boy's air gestures were.

"Of course. It's a wonderful feeling." Harry nodded. "Why else would I agree to join the Quidditch team? That's precious research time for me."

"That's the problem," Hermione pointed out sharply. "You like research, I know that, but you've been acting a little..."

"Overfire?"

"That's right. I know Mr. Holmes' hobbies, and I also know that you have been in Scotland Yard since you were a child. But before, before, you would not show such fanatical hobbies for 'corpse' and 'division'."

Harry shrugged. "Then maybe it's because Dad is more of a child than I am in this regard, and I have to be nice to reassure Dad?"

Hermione pursed her lips, staring at him gravely.The lark flew back again, sending a trill at Harry.

"Okay, okay." Harry waved his hand, "I did it on purpose." He paced back and forth on the grass, looking at the mischievous bird.

"They, ... us, Gryffindor and Slytherin, our understanding of each other is too narrow. Gryffindor thinks that Slytherin is the base of dark wizards. In fact, most of them don't understand What kind of profound black magic; Slytherin thinks that Gryffindors are impulsive idiots, but in fact the twins' ideas are novel but practical, and it can be seen from the wizard chess that Ron is also very strategic..."

"You want to give them a kick? You think it will help everyone get to know each other."

Harry rubbed his hair and sighed: "It's also to release my pressure. The title of 'Savior' is completely nonsense, and those who 'worship' me don't understand the price behind this title! I have to find some Something to distract you."

Hermione stepped forward and gave the boy a hug: "You did a good job, Harry."

Harry smiled helplessly.

"I'm serious," Hermione emphasized. "Whatever you do, it's pretty productive. Look at Wood and... oh, wait! You said you did it on purpose! Poor Draco, poor Slytherin."

"I'm doing it for their own good," Harry muttered.

After that conversation, the little witch became more aggressive: she held up a thick book to scare back all the dissatisfaction in Gryffindor that Harry was close to other colleges to discuss horror topics, and at the same time, she was talking to several Slaters. Lin's confrontation allowed them to fully experience the "wisdom of Muggles".

"I finally understand why you were so afraid of her on the train," Draco said to Harry privately.The two of them joined the Gryffindor and Slytherin student teams respectively after getting permission from the headmaster, and often practiced together. (Oliver and Marcus were originally resistant to training with opposing houses, but agreed when they realized that training together was actually beneficial for both teams. The Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff teams are here. Sometimes they will join in later. As for more powerful opponents? This is the charm of competition.)

"Hermione is a good girl."

Draco really understood how good that Muggle girl was, looking at the pathetic looks of those fools who challenged the Queen's authority: "She defends you very much."

"Yes." Harry cracked the corner of his mouth.

"Ah, Halloween is coming, what are you going to dress up as?" Draco couldn't restrain his curiosity.This year's Hogwarts will hold a costume party on Halloween (1). Considering Harry's words and deeds since the beginning of school, his Halloween costume has become a hot topic at Hogwarts.The twin brothers also gambled. Half of the people in the school thought that Harry would be dressed as a zombie, a quarter believed it was a skeleton, and the rest thought he would be dressed up as something scarier.

Yes, after two full months of baptism, they have become accustomed to these "heavy taste" topics, and some Muggle students have brought various horror literature from home.Of course, Harry's conversations were always the coolest, and he even managed to get real Muggle crime scene photos. (It's terrible, it can cause such a tragedy without magic)

"It wouldn't be interesting to tell you in advance." Harry shook his head and smirked, "You're going to dress up as a vampire?"None of your recent library checkouts are considered classics, but one thing they all have in common is a detailed description of vampires.Don't tell me it's because you're interested in Professor Quirrell, although he's certainly not quite normal. "

...

Although it was guessed by Harry in advance, Draco did not change his decision to dress up as a vampire in the end.But even though he tried to look scary, his age and height still prevented him from showing the eerie atmosphere he wanted, and it was more cute; Blaise's costume was a knight, and he was holding a red rose with white stamens (2) Run up to Hermione (who is not particularly interested in the party in front of her and simply wears a crown hairpin), causing a burst of screaming.

Gryffindor deserves to be famous for its boldness. Fred and George wore a black robe and a white robe respectively, wearing a long hat with strange symbols drawn on it - Qiu Zhang of Ravenclaw explained that It is the black and white impermanence of China, responsible for taking the dead souls to the underworld.Ron was simply pasting himself like plaster, playing the wizard's chess piece; Neville, who has never been very conspicuous, got the highest rating, and he dressed himself as a piranha. "Professor Sprout helped me determine the image and cast a spell on it." Neville said shyly.

Everyone was very excited, and then someone suddenly asked, "Where's Harry?"

"That's right, where is Harry? We still want to see what he looks like in disguise." Everyone began to search, and they bet on it!

"I haven't seen him since I came out of the break." Ron looked blank. When he and Harry went out, Harry was still in normal clothes. He thought Harry was looking for a place to finish his "wonderful" effect.

"Actually, I've been here for a long time. You guys didn't pay attention to observe." A messy curly head appeared out of nowhere.

"Harry?" Harry's hair wasn't straight before, and it was curly now; he was wearing a slim trench coat and a blue scarf, and there was nothing scary about it except that the clothes were out of season. "This is so ordinary!"

"Normal?" Harry took out a portable magnifying glass from his pocket, and circled around his classmates, "Terry (Ravenclaw student), reading is a good thing, but if you continue to look at it with your head tilted for a long time, you There will be problems with the cervical spine; Goyle and Crabbe, there is no need to hide the snacks, Draco will not stop you from eating them tonight. Even if you hide them, at least throw those snacks off your sleeves..."

He looked at the stunned man and raised his head: "Too ordinary? My outfit is the world's number one consulting detective."

At the teacher's table, Snape's unattractive face turned even darker. Dumbledore blinked at Harry, then smiled and explained something to Nick Flamel.Perhaps for the sake of research, this master alchemist doesn't leave his room easily except for Friday's lectures.

The students were having a really good time, ignoring the house's restrictions and running around until Professor Quirrell stormed the dining hall.His large scarf was tilted over his head, and his face was full of horror.The hall fell silent for a moment as he walked, panting, to Dumbledore's table, shouting, "Trolls—they've invaded my third-floor office." Then he fell to the ground and passed out.

Dumbledore tried to calm down the excited students (not sure whether their excitement was due to fear of trolls or dissatisfaction with the interruption of their good time), and asked the prefect to take them back to the dormitory.

"How can trolls come into the school?" Harry asked as they went up the stairs.

"Who knows? Maybe it's because they're drawn to Quirrell's garlic smell?" Ron muttered. "He's a disaster."

"You're right." Harry paused.

"what happened?"

"Quirrell is really a catastrophe." The strange smell, the sudden giant monster, he really couldn't ignore these clues - besides the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office and classroom on the third floor, there was also the master alchemist Nick May. Le's room.