"That—if it were me, I would probably say the same thing... right?"
Hermione was also somewhat surprised, clearly not expecting Colin to be so brave.
Sherlock nodded slightly; this wasn't the first time Colin had done something like this.
From this perspective alone, the Sorting Hat was indeed correct to place him in Gryffindor.
"As a result, Malfoy flew into a rage and publicly called him a Mudblood."
After Ron's education last year, Hermione already knew this was the most insulting term possible.
Her expression changed immediately, and she covered her mouth with her hand. "Good heavens, how dare he!"
"Maybe he thought he had the protection of the other Slytherin team members around him?"
Ron said instinctively.
The Gryffindor team still had three female players, so if both sides really came to blows, Slytherin would naturally have the advantage.
Harry nodded and continued.
"We were all furious at the time. Flint had to rush in front of Malfoy to protect him desperately, which was the only way to prevent Fred and George from pouncing on him.
Alicia, Angelina, and Katie also rushed forward, but the Slytherins blocked them all." Speaking of this, Harry paused for a moment and suddenly became somewhat embarrassed.
"That—actually, I hadn't planned to fight at first.
But Malfoy thought he was invincible with their protection and kept provoking us.
Seeing his smug expression, I really couldn't stand it anymore, so I used that move Sherlock taught me to punch Malfoy."
"That move I taught you—which move was that?"
Hearing Harry say this, Sherlock immediately became interested.
Hermione and Ron also stared intently at Harry, waiting for him to continue.
"Support your whole body with your left foot, bend your right leg slightly to make it more flexible for extension.
Use not just your hands and arms, but your whole body's strength, from bottom to top, to hit your opponent's chin!"
Harry said seriously, "I hit him hard just like that."
Speaking of this moment, Harry couldn't help but feel a surge of satisfaction.
That scene was still deeply etched in his mind.
After he threw that decisive punch, he immediately heard the sound of teeth clashing against teeth.
Malfoy's tongue was undoubtedly bitten by his teeth under the strong impact.
He wailed, raised both hands flailing in the air a few times, then fell to the ground with a thud.
Everyone was stunned by this scene at the time.
No one could have imagined that Harry's single punch could cause such damage, actually knocking out Malfoy with one hit.
"Well done!"
Sherlock showed a satisfied smile.
From Harry's description, this was just an ordinary uppercut.
But theory was one thing, actually being able to do it was another.
To seize the opportunity for a successful attack in that chaotic situation, and land it perfectly in one shot—
This savior of the wizarding world had been following him for so long and finally showed some progress.
Hermione and Ron also nodded repeatedly.
"However, hitting people is still wrong—"
Hermione laughed at herself after saying this.
"That—next time if you need to fight, it's better to be like Sherlock and not get caught," Harry said with a bitter smile.
He felt Hermione was absolutely right.
While hitting someone felt great at the time, the punishment afterward was quite troublesome.
Thirty points deducted from Gryffindor.
That wasn't really a problem. Compared to knocking out Malfoy with one punch, never mind thirty points—even fifty points, or even more, wouldn't matter.
Detention wasn't too big a problem either.
Sherlock had set an example last year. Wasn't it just going to the Forbidden Forest with Hagrid?
As long as you followed Hagrid and didn't wander around carelessly, even going to the dangerous Forbidden Forest felt like returning to your own home.
But he never expected that this detention would involve helping Professor Lockhart reply to fan mail.
This was too much!
Harry dared swear on his grandfather's name that when Professor McGonagall said "Professor Lockhart specifically requested you," he wished he could go back in time and take back that punch to Malfoy's chin.
Admittedly, Professor Lockhart had already proven his abilities through lesson after lesson of Defense Against the Dark Arts, but helping Lockhart reply to his admirers' letters—just imagining that scene made Harry feel deeply uncomfortable.
"Harry, it's actually not a big problem."
Hearing Harry's description, Sherlock directly offered advice.
"I think you should seize this opportunity to learn some skills from him—I believe Professor Lockhart would be very happy to share his experience in this area with you."
"Skills? What skills?"
Not only Harry, but Hermione and Ron also showed surprised expressions.
Have Lockhart give Harry private tutoring?
That was indeed a good idea.
Given the abilities Professor Lockhart had demonstrated, he certainly had the capability.
But Harry was specifically called there to write letters. Would Lockhart teach him at such a time?
"No, I'm not referring to magic."
Seeing the three's expressions, Sherlock immediately understood their thoughts.
"I mean you can ask him for advice on how to deal with those fanatical fans.
Like that little guy over there with the camera."
The three looked in the direction Sherlock pointed, and saw Colin Creevey standing at the entrance to the common room, walking toward them with a silly grin on his face.
"Oh no!"
"Bloody hell!"
"Oh no, here he comes again!"
Harry's expression immediately changed when he saw this, and without a word, he turned and ran.
"Harry, don't go! Wait for me! I came specifically to thank you!"
Harry had originally planned to run out through the classroom door before Colin could react.
Unfortunately, Colin was truly gifted at being a paparazzi and had already blocked Harry's escape route early on.
Combined with the common room being quite small to begin with, the result was—
He ran, Colin chased, and there was no escape.
Finally, faced with Colin who was tireless, enthusiastic, and overjoyed, Harry let out a long sigh.
He gave up.
Seeing Harry stop, Colin grabbed Harry's arm and said excitedly.
"Harry, that was so much fun! Were you deliberately training my reflexes?
Speaking of which, I'm really grateful for what happened today!
And also, do you know? Your performance on the field has spread everywhere, and now everyone says you're a hero, blah blah blah..."
Harry looked desperately at the overly enthusiastic Colin.
He really wanted to shake off Colin's grip and walk away.
But Harry wasn't good at rejecting people anyway, so he had no idea how to deal with this enthusiastic younger student.
Especially since Colin was sincerely grateful to him at this moment.
In the end, Harry could only play along and force a smile.
He instinctively looked toward Sherlock and found the latter watching him meaningfully.
Harry immediately understood.
Sherlock's earlier words echoed in his mind.
Perhaps he really could learn from Professor Lockhart about how to deal with such crazy fans.
Colin kept pestering Harry with endless questions.
Fortunately, it wasn't long before the Gryffindor Quidditch team members came to the common room to celebrate Harry's successful beating of Malfoy.
Only then did Colin stop, turning instead to promote Harry's heroic deeds to other young lions as an eyewitness.
Originally, Harry was quite happy that these teammates helped him escape Colin's entanglement.
Who knew that with this celebration, in addition to "Savior of the Wizarding World," "The Boy Who Lived," and "Nemesis of the Dark Lord," he gained yet another new nickname.
[The Fist King]
Although Harry strongly opposed this unreliable-sounding title, with the Weasley twins leading the cheering, this nickname was firmly established.
"Fist King Harry!"
"Long live the Fist King!"
It wasn't until Harry told everyone he had to go serve detention that the others let him go.
"Wait, Holmes—no, the Lion King can't leave!"
"That's right, we've all heard that Harry's punch was taught by you. Worthy of the Lion King!"
"Quick, teach us too! I suddenly realize that compared to magic, using fists to beat people is quite interesting!"
Seeing this situation, Harry let out a long sigh and left the common room alone for the Great Hall.
After hastily eating dinner, he rested in the dormitory for a while. It wasn't until just a few minutes before eight o'clock that he reluctantly dragged his unwilling steps slowly toward the third floor.
That was where Hogwarts' Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office was located.
Last year, the person staying there was Quirrell.
This year, it had changed to Lockhart.
Thinking about this, Harry's mood became somewhat complicated.
Come to think of it, from a certain perspective, last year's Voldemort had stayed in this office for an entire year!
From the situation when he confronted him last year, this guy didn't seem to be as formidable as the legends suggested.
So, he couldn't have left some kind of contingency plan in this office, could he?
Just as Harry was lost in wild thoughts, a figure suddenly emerged from nearby.
Harry almost cried out in alarm, until he saw the person's appearance clearly.
"Hey! What are you doing?"
Already in a heavy mood, Harry couldn't help feeling somewhat aggrieved. "Hermione, you scared me."
"Shh," Hermione looked left and right, acting as if she was afraid of being discovered. "They're still celebrating. I snuck out to help you."
"Huh?" Harry looked confused. "Help me?"
"I mean, I can go with you to Professor Lockhart's office and help him—oh no, help you write replies to his fans."
Hermione's eyes sparkled, and her face showed anticipation.
"Great, great!"
Harry agreed without hesitation.
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