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Upon hearing Snape deducting points from Gryffindor left and right, Neville, who hadn't left yet, forgot his fear.
He was the one who made the mistake, so why were Sherlock and Harry losing points?
The little lions of Gryffindor were utterly dumbfounded.
This targeting wasn't just obvious; it was blatant and outrageous.
Fortunately, as the class neared its end, the potion primarily brewed under Sherlock's guidance was successful, giving Snape no further opportunity to deduct points.
Harry and the others let out a long sigh of relief.
Finally, it's over.
But just then, Sherlock proactively walked towards Snape.
Harry was startled. "Sherlock, what are you doing?"
Sherlock smiled slightly. "Going to consult Professor Snape."
At that moment, Harry, Ron, Hermione, and all the little lions of Gryffindor cried out silently in their hearts:
Don't go! Pleeeease don't go!
"Holmes..."
Seeing Sherlock approach him voluntarily, Snape's gaze turned dangerous.
"What else do you want?"
"I have a few questions I'd like to ask the professor."
Upon hearing this, Snape first froze, then squeezed out a sentence through gritted teeth:
"If you're going to ask about some idiotic flower language nonsense, you'd better shut that annoying mouth of yours right now!"
His cold gaze felt tangible, as if it could pierce Sherlock through.
If Neville had been here, he probably would have burst into tears already.
Harry, Ron, and the others weren't faring much better.
Mainly because Snape's aura at that moment was overwhelmingly strong, giving the impression that he might pull out his wand and cast a spell at any second.
However, Sherlock remained completely unaffected. He looked into Snape's eyes calmly and said, "They are a few questions regarding Potions."
Without waiting for Snape's consent, he directly stated the questions he had compiled.
Hearing Sherlock's questions, Snape's surprise was even greater than before.
For a first-year student, asking such questions was no easy feat.
It was much more difficult than successfully answering the few questions he had posed during the lesson.
These questions pinpointed the key difficulties of first-year Potions, serving crucial roles in outlining, connecting, and summarizing the subject matter.
Although Snape had always wanted to teach Defence Against the Dark Arts, he was also a veritable Potions master.
Through Sherlock's questions, he knew the boy already possessed a comprehensive and systematic understanding of the subject.
His gaze softened in an instant.
This talent rivals, if not surpasses, hers back then... and... she was also a Gryffindor.
Thinking of her, the beautiful face with long red hair and green eyes appeared in his mind.
After answering Sherlock's questions, Snape looked into Sherlock's grey eyes and said coldly, "Holmes, if you wish to achieve anything in Potions, you better stay away from Potter!"
Having said this, his gaze swept past the wall behind Sherlock. With a graceful turn, he swept away like a black bat.
Watching Snape leave, Sherlock spoke without turning his head, "You can come out now."
Harry: |ω｀)
Hermione: |ω）
Ron: |_)
The trio slowly emerged from behind the wall. Harry looked a bit embarrassed. "Sherlock, when did you notice us?"
"From the moment you started following me."
"Huh?" Ron looked astonished. "I thought you only knew after we hid here."
"I have some confidence in my tracking and counter-tracking skills. Incidentally, Professor Snape noticed you long ago."
"I knew it!" Hermione said excitedly. "He must have been looking at us when he left just now, right?"
Sherlock nodded. "Obvious."
Because Hermione had spoken up for Sherlock in Potions class, both Harry, who had been indifferent towards her, and Ron, who had disliked her, had gained a much better impression.
Coupled with their shared worry for Sherlock, the three had decided to tail him.
Fortunately, Snape hadn't made things difficult for Sherlock.
But his final words inevitably felt unfair. What did he mean by "if you wish to achieve anything in Potions, you better stay away from Potter?"
Harry didn't have Veela blood; how could he possibly affect Sherlock's studies?
Harry himself felt even worse.
In the first week of school, from just one Potions class, Gryffindor had lost four points because of him â€" as many as Sherlock and Granger combined.
Strictly speaking, the reason Sherlock and Granger lost points was also because of him.
This made his mood sink even lower.
He really couldn't understand why Snape hated him so much.
Just then, a hand rested on his shoulder.
Harry looked up and met Sherlock's grey eyes.
Sherlock said calmly, "Losing points is nothing important."
He genuinely didn't care about losing points.
Not just one or two points, but eight or ten, a hundred or two hundred â€" he wouldn't even frown.
Ron nodded vigorously beside him. "Exactly! George and Fred lose points all the time â€" don't let this bother you. We still have to visit Hagrid later!"
Hearing Ron mention this, Harry finally cheered up a bit.
Sherlock then turned to Hermione. "Want to come along?"
Hermione paused. "Hagrid? Who's that?"
"He's the big fellow who brought us from the train station to the castle. How about it, want to join us?"
Having changed his opinion of Hermione, Ron also explained proactively.
Hermione understood, but after glancing at the three of them, she thought for a moment and shook her head. "No, thanks. I need to go to the library to do some research."
If it were just Sherlock, she might have considered it.
They both came from Muggle families and knew each other before school.
Judging from this week's classes, he, like her, was the type of diligent student who loved learning. They would surely have a lot in common â€" although his performance in Astronomy was poor, it was acceptable.
But her relationship with Harry and Ron was currently just that of classmates; they weren't close enough to hang out together.
Even if one of them was the savior of the wizarding world.
At three in the afternoon, Sherlock led Harry and Ron punctually to Hagrid's hut.
On the way, they encountered the caretaker, Argus Filch, and his cat, Mrs. Norris.
Filch tried to find evidence of them breaking school rules, but with Sherlock present, he naturally failed.
However, his departing gaze was filled with warning.
"Don't let me catch you!"
That was probably the meaning.
Sherlock's gaze lingered on Mrs. Norris, who was walking away with Filch.
To explore the school, Peeves and Filch are unavoidable obstacles.
From Filch's behavior, it's clear he values Mrs. Norris greatly.
Seeing the scrawny, dust-colored cat, a bold idea sparked in his mind.
(End of Chapter)