Harry of the Sherlock Holmes

"I'm Ron Weasley." The red-haired boy was very excited, "Are you really Harry Potter?"

Harry nodded.

"Oh, well, I thought Fred and George were kidding me," said Ron, "and you really—you know"

He pointed to Harry's forehead.

Harry saw Ron's curiosity, but he wasn't going to satisfy him - that was a sad thing rather than a happy thing.That scar is the inscription of the night when he lost his parents. If he hadn't met Sherlock John, who knows what his fate would be?But he wasn't angry either, he could probably guess Ron's psychology, he decided to say something to change the subject: "You have a big family?"

"Five older brothers and one younger sister," said Ron, looking a little unhappy. "I'm the sixth in our family to go to Hogwarts. You could say I should follow their example. Bill and Charlie have graduated. Bill is Head Boy and Charlie is the Quidditch team captain. Now that Percy is a prefect, and Fred and George, for all their mischief, are top grades. Everyone thinks they're interesting, and expects me to be like them. Anyway, if I can, It's nothing special, because they did it before me."

Ah, the subtle rivalry between brothers.Is this why Dad must create a unique career on his own and always work against Uncle Mike?Harry was a little curious. He had no brothers, and the only brothers he knew best were that pair.

Ron continued to complain, "If you have five older brothers, you'll never need new things. I wear Bill's old robes, I use Charlie's old wand, and Percy throws away unwanted mice."

Using something old that someone else didn't want does give people a feeling of not being valued, but Harry can tell that the old robe has been laundered and cut with care - Ron's family loves him: "Sherlock sometimes makes John wear his old shirts, and I love John's jumpers."

"Sherlock, John" Ron's eyes widened, "Oh, I heard you lived with Muggles later, how were they?"

"My fathers have been very kind to me." Harry smiled, remembering that the headmaster had only confirmed his address when he issued the notice, and there was no mention of it in the books about major historical events.How did Ron hear about him? "But where did you hear I lived with...er, Muggles?"

"My mother heard about it from the principal." Ron looked a little embarrassed. "She has always cared about you."

Harry made a salute, "Thank you Madam for your concern."

At this time, there was a loud clacking noise from the aisle, and a woman with a wide smile and dimples pushed open the compartment door and asked, "Honey, do you want to buy something from the car? Of course Harry has had breakfast. John also brought him a sandwich, but he was curious about the food here (due to Sherlock's habit of eating less cold, they didn't study much about the food in the wizarding world) so he jumped up all of a sudden, and Ron's ears popped again. Flushing and muttering that he had a sandwich (which is nothing to be ashamed of), Harry came down the aisle.

There's Bibi's Multi-Flavoured Beans, Blowing Super Bubblegum, Chocolate Frogs, Pumpkin Pie, Pot Cakes, Licorice Magic Bars, and a few other oddities.Harry bought a lot of everything, and he was going to send some back to his father and uncles.

Ron stared dumbfounded at Harry returning with a bunch of snacks: "You bought so many?"

Harry nodded. He found several large paper pockets from the box and poured most of the snacks into them. "I want to send part of it home." He looked at Hedwig a little apologetically.

"Oh, that's really..." Ron sighed.He took out a bulging cardboard box and opened it, which contained four sandwiches.He took one out and said, "She never remembers that I don't like corned beef in a can."

"John prefers to use ham." Harry took out his lunch box, "How about a change? Of course we can have some snacks." He pointed to the candies that were still outside, "I still need you to teach me How to eat, I need to write an instruction manual for my family."

"I'm afraid you won't like this, it's too dry," said Ron, but he felt less embarrassed now - Harry was eating a sandwich too, and he made himself teach him things.He felt the distance between them grow closer.

The atmosphere in the carriage was just right, when the door of the compartment was opened.

Three boys entered, the one in the middle Harry recognized immediately as the pale boy he had met in Madam Malkin's robe shop.He watched Harry with far greater interest than he had in Diagon Alley.

"Is that true?" he asked. "Everybody on the train is talking about Harry Potter being in this compartment. So that's you. Right?"

"Yes," said Harry, looking as though he hadn't been careful enough in his conversation with the twins that the others could overhear.He looked at the other two boys, both of them were short and pudgy, and they were particularly ugly, standing on either side of the little boy, one on each side, almost like a pair of his bodyguards.

"Oh, this is Crabbe, this is Goyle," said the pale boy casually, seeing Harry looking at them. "My name is Malfoy, Draco Malfoy."

Ron coughed lightly to keep from laughing.

Draco Malfoy looked at him. "You think my name is ridiculous, don't you need to ask who you are. My father told me that the Weasleys are all red-haired and freckled, and there are too many children to support them."

"I think red hair is nice," Harry replied before Ron exploded. "What about your family? They all have the same color hair as you? You mentioned the magical blood in Diagon Alley."

Ron looked at him in surprise. He hadn't expected Harry to ask this question - blood and so on was something only evil wizards would care about.Draco had a normal expression on his face. After returning home from Diagon Alley, he and his father mentioned the strange boy he met in the clothing store. Only then did he realize that he had been tricked—he didn’t expect that the boy was harry potter.

Silence spread in the carriage until there was a "bang" and the door opened again.

A girl with thick brown hair stormed in aggressively: "Harry, I can't believe you haven't written me back all holiday!"

Harry shrank his head, "I was wrong. I just forgot in a hurry. Come on, good Hermione, eat something" he stuffed snacks into the little witch's hands fawning.

It's a pity that the other party didn't appreciate it very much: "Candy? Eat so much to avoid tooth decay." She immediately noticed several bags piled up next to it, "Are you still going to send it back? No, Dad said that Mr. Mycroft's sweets should be strictly limited. "Hermione's father was a dentist and was in charge of Mycroft's treatment.And when M15 conducted a regular security audit on him and found his daughter's "abnormality", Harry had a "like-minded" good friend.

"Hermione~" he softened his voice.

The little girl finally decided to let him go temporarily: "Then what have you been up to? How many spells in the textbook have you mastered? I tried a few, but the effect was not very good."

"I could only use a few. But we tried almost all of them."

Hermione showed an understanding expression. She had seen Sherlock: "Oh, I can imagine the chaos."

"It's actually okay." But Harry still showed a look of lingering fear. He enjoyed most of the experiments, but not the part where he became the experimental subject. "I'm a little thankful to that 'Death'."

"Ah, the case of killing the master and leaving the god of death's poetry on the mirror? What's going on? I don't know the details from the news. They said he also took the victim's eye"

"Yes. Sherlock said it was his hobby, related to his work as a taxidermist. But the resistance of the victim in the first scene was so serious that the police thought it was just the murderer's anger at first."

Then the platinum-blonde boy and the red-haired boy, who were left on the sidelines, heard a discussion about past serial killers' fascination with human organs, and the extent of destruction of corpses and so on.They looked at each other in horror, then quickly turned their heads away, thinking silently about the holiday-candy-book preview-experiment-pervert homicide connection (Oh, is that true? Muggles are scary. )

Thank goodness the announcement on the train finally sounded: "The train will arrive at Hogwarts in 5 minutes, please leave your luggage on the train, we will send you to school for you." Hermione returned to the carriage After changing clothes, Harry smiled at the school he was about to arrive at.

"We're going back too." Draco turned around with his valet in a daze (both of them hadn't realized what was going on), not even realizing he wasn't greeting Harry.

"Oh." Ron also responded in a daze. He remembered a question that he hadn't come to discuss with Harry - where would Harry Potter, who knows so much terrible knowledge, go? What about college?

【Year [-]——Towards the Road to Conquering Hogwarts】