Sherlock Holmes, the only consulting detective in the world, had many enemies when he was in Baker Street - one of them was the Great Demon - and the range of enemies spread from Baker Street to Scotland Yard, and then to the whole of London, and then because the scope of his business expanded, the scope of his enemies also expanded, and he always made enemies wherever he went.

This law doesn't change because of space and time, as can be seen from Sherlock to Hogwarts in just one week in all four houses, especially Gryffindor.

Gryffindor's representative figure is the current seventh-year prefect Oliver Spinnett, a foursome of James Potter, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, and Peter Pettigrew;

Slytherin is represented by Severus Snape;

Ravenclaw, which is also present in the same college, is not representative, because Ravenclaw's grievances against Sherlock have been solved by means of academic challenges.

As for Hufflepuff, Sherlock doesn't usually play with them, and to say that the enemy is the occasional sarcasm of people's little heads, it is also not representative.

So, the fire was focused on Gryffindor's endless shenanigans, as well as the venom from Snape.

The latter, Irene, has never been worried, and Sherlock's mouth cannon skill has already reached its full value.

As for the former, usually the prank is still being planned, and it is seen through by Sherlock at a glance, as for the prank that does not succeed and directly fights with a wand, for Erin, who wants to improve her boyfriend's ability to use magic, it is like someone sent a pillow as soon as she fell asleep.

Knowing what he knew, Sherlock soon became comfortable with spells.

What's even more interesting is that he's also very good at using silent spells and wandless spells - after all, it's stupid to tell someone in advance that you're going to use a spell before you fight - plus a brain that is spinning all the time, and someone has a girlfriend with a higher force value, so it's normal for IQ + force to be crushed.

In this situation of being crushed by the double, those who know the current affairs will retreat from the difficulty.

But knowing that it is difficult to retreat does not apply to the Gryffindor, which emphasizes "courage", let alone a typical Gryffindor like James Potter.

In order to save the last of his self-esteem, James Porter, who was defeated again, shouted at Sherlock: "You, you have the ability not to hide behind your girlfriend!" ”

Erin, who was standing not far away and watching, heard this, raised her eyes and said to Sherlock, who was rolling her eyes, "Sherlock, I found out I was wrong. ”

Sherlock's curly hair flared and asked with interest, "What?" ”

"First of all, on the Hogwarts Express, I said that Mr. Potter's IQ was lowered by one car, which was obviously wrong, and all the cars in the whole train were not enough for him to pull down; Secondly, I originally thought that by sparring with the foursome led by Mr. Potter, you could quickly improve your ability to use spells, but obviously I was wrong again, the disparity in strength between the two sides is huge, and this will not bring you any progress; Finally, with regard to the divination class, I admit that it is a useless course. So—" Erin snapped her book behind her, "Shall we go to dinner?" ”

"Hmm-" Sherlock pretended to utter a long, meaningless syllable, "I'm glad you recognized your mistake, so we can go to dinner," he said in a compassionate tone, "but don't order pumpkin juice, God, it refreshes my perception of the word food." ”

Then the two of them went to the kitchen hand in hand, of course, they knew where the kitchen was, and Sherlock wanted to build his network of house-elves, so naturally he wanted to know where the hundreds of house-elves at Hogwarts were.

Potter: "......"

The Robbery Trio: "......"

- Well, the last piece of self-esteem has drifted away with the wind.

Erin and Sherlock grab food from the kitchen behind a still life of fruit in the basement hallway and dine in the empty dining room.

By the way, the two of them skipped class and skipped the divination class they were taking with Gryffindor.

That's not to say, Sherlock didn't plan to take such an elective class that would be rubbish in the first place, so he didn't go with his girlfriend, and he said that Rubeus Hagrid, the hunting ground keeper and school key keeper who lived in the hut on the edge of the Forbidden Forest, had a commission for him, and he was going to investigate.

Hagrid, a half-giant, became Sherlock's faithful informant on his third day of school.

Erin didn't break it, so she went to a divination class alone.

Later, they met the Gryffindor Raiders in a divination class, and they were frightened by the phoenix that Erin had made, and they didn't dare to come to her trouble, but Sherlock, who had pulled most of the hatred, became their target, and they have been playing pranks lately. Now it's a good time for them to separate, and what else is there to say, they skip class immediately, and then take out the map of the living spot to track down the lone Sherlock.

Erin didn't move, and Shi Shiran skipped class before the divination class professor came.

So there was the fact that she was hanging out at school during the school day, and the food was not prepared for Irene for afternoon tea, but for her boyfriend who didn't even eat lunch.

There was no pumpkin juice, of course, but there was no coffee with two pieces of sugar that Sherlock wanted to drink, and there was a glass of milk in front of him. Sherlock stared at the glass of milk, as if he wanted to stare it into coffee, and Comrade Xiao Ai said with a smile: "Or maybe you want to drink pumpkin juice." ”

Sherlock switched to staring at his girlfriend, and after a while he moved his lips and squeezed a sentence out of his teeth: "Milk is fine." ”

Erin lowered her head and looked at the books used in the divination class, Sherlock pursed her lips and said angrily: "It seems that our good student Erin has not escaped from the feeling of skipping class. ”

Erin's eyes returned to Sherlock's face and sighed slightly, "Why don't you admit it, Sherlock?" ”

Sherlock shifted to the other side: "Admit what? ”

Erin said in a declarative tone, "You're biased. "In addition to skipping the divination class, Sherlock didn't go to the astronomy class, but he was very active in practical classes like Charms, Potion, Transfiguration, and Defense Against the Dark Arts class, and the class schedule was very good.

"Come on, divination and astronomy are useless!" Sherlock said with a straight face, pointing to his unbeatable brain, "This is my hard drive, and the only reasonable thing to do is to only store useful things, really useful things, not a bunch of garbage in them!" You should also remember this, so that you don't run out of useful information. ”

"Even if you explain so much to me, you have to drink the milk, and pity your stomach and stuff something into it." Erin listened carefully to her boyfriend's theory of hard disk in the brain, and calmly turned the page and said so.

Sherlock: "...... Hum! ”

The fifteen-year-old Mr. Detective hummed no more, he didn't have to eat yet, but when he had stuffed enough enough for his body to run for the rest of the day, he put down his knife and fork, put his hands together to his lips, and looked like he was lost in thought.

Erin raised her eyes to look at him and blinked, "Good news for Hagrid?" ”

Sherlock reluctantly opened his eyes and gave his girlfriend a straight look, "Why do you say that?" You've seen Hagrid, and you know what kind of creature he is. Maybe he came to me to ask me to help him find the key he kept right under his nose, or maybe maybe he didn't eat the rock crust cake he made himself. ”

Listening to Sherlock's tirade, Erin became even more interested, she obviously knew his dramatic personality well, and she stretched out her wand and lit it on the table, and the plate was gone. The table was smooth again, and she rested her arms on the table, leaning forward, and her tone became brisk: "Or?" ”

Sherlock leaned forward as well, his eyes, which had recently dimmed from boredom, were now filled with starlight again, "Or why the hairy clumps in the Forbidden Forest are missing one by one." ”

Well, don't think that the hairy clumps in Hagrid's mouth are harmless creatures like rabbits, but the eight-eyed giant spider of the Forbidden Forest, which is a huge, ferocious spider with eight eyes, can speak human language, and has an intelligence close to that of humans, but it cannot be domesticated, and it is an extremely dangerous magical creature.

Erin pretended to come to her senses: "You mean the eight-eyed spider, you just can't get along with spiders, right?" ”

Sherlock glared at her.

Erin said confidently: "You have already agreed to this commission, I can't stop you by saying anything, can't I say something else to tease you?" ”

Sherlock let out a soft snort from his nose, "Don't say it, you don't seem to be curious, it's called the Forbidden Forest!" ”

The more forbidden it is, the more attractive it is, this reason is too strong, Comrade Xiao Ai really can't refuse, and besides, she can't let Sherlock follow Hagrid into the Forbidden Forest alone, no matter what, she will agree to a trip to the Forbidden Forest.

Well, think of it as a date.

When the appointed time came, Hagrid led Sherlock and Erin into the Forbidden Forest.

Hagrid never felt the Forbidden Forest dangerous, because in his eyes, the dangerous creatures in the Forbidden Forest (centaurs, eight-eyed spiders, Hippogriffs, etc.) were fascinating, and the most dangerous were the eight-eyed spiders, not only because they were dangerous, but also because there were thousands of them in the Forbidden Forest. However, when Aragog, the ancestor of the eight-eyed spider, was a child, Hagrid used to raise it, and after an accident, Aragog fled into the Forbidden Forest, and Hagrid also became the warden of the Forbidden Forest.

Oh, Hagrid told the story himself, and Sherlock used a little cliché to start talking. He's really not good at storytelling, and when he talks about the "accident" in the middle, he starts to talk about it, which is simply a so-called accident that tells others, and by extension, it's a story that can be dug deeper.

Sherlock winked at Erin, and then the next second, Sherlock's magical acting skills were back in the air, and he used a pompous sympathetic tone: "Oh, Hagrid, you are so pathetic, if I had been there at the time, I would have believed you!" "Please, with the IQ of Hagrid's half of a goldfish, how could it be so "coincidentally" that he opened the Hogwarts Chamber of Secrets and released a monster - oh, apparently it was a basilisk - to kill a Hogwarts student?

Hagrid was so moved that no one believed him at the time, except for Dumbledore, who had only known him for less than a week, and the half-giant, with slender nerves diametrically opposed to his huge size, burst into tears, and pulled out a handkerchief of no original color (presumably a handkerchief instead of a tablecloth) from his oversized mole skin coat, and blew his nose and wiped his tears.

The smile on Sherlock's face receded like a tidal wave, and he rolled his eyes widely.

And Irene, who had been unexpectedly not following since her boyfriend began to perform Sherlock-esque acting, was now looking left and right, as if her interest in the Forbidden Forest had risen to a new level.

By the time Hagrid had had enough of crying like thunder, his two children were gone.

Hagrid was horrified, thinking they had been entangled by the hairballs, and at that moment there was a crisp click of the hairballs, which was the sound of their chelas. When Hagrid followed the sound and ran over, it was completely different from the imaginary scene of two children with blood flowing and missing arms and legs.

Sherlock, who was once again reflexively protected by his girlfriend, said, "My dear Lynn, it seems that your animal relationship is not very good. ”

Just as Hagrid had been immersed in grief earlier, the young couple slipped away impatiently, and Sherlock had deduced what had happened to the accident back then, and now there was only substantial evidence. Sherlock said in an inexplicable tone, "The mystery man - again, the code name is stupid - our dear Tom classmate is a very good student. The second half of the sentence has become an aria.

"Obviously, the members of Professor Slughorn's Slug Club are the best in the colleges, and Professor Slughorn enjoys being surrounded and highlighted when he takes a photo with them, but he lacks a group photo of four or two to four or five years, and I think there must be Tom in the missing group photo." Professor Slughorn wanted to win over Xiao Ai from the mysterious East and let her join the slug club he founded, and Xiao Ai did go to see it and got a lot of useful information.

Just then Sherlock suddenly clenched her hand, "Here we are." ”

A small group of eight-eyed spiders came in droves, surrounding Sherlock and Erin, eager to taste fresh human flesh, but the next moment when Erin looked through her bottomless black eyes, the relationship between predator and prey was reversed!

- Well, it's all said that people's force is high.