HP: Sherlock Holmes at Hogwarts

"You stayed in the Headmaster's office for that long, and all you discussed was the inheritance Harry's parents left him?"

It was already the next day when Sherlock met up with Harry and Hermione again.

And of course—Ron was there too.

Upon hearing Sherlock mention what he'd talked about with Dumbledore, all three were stunned.

Oh right, especially Ron—he was very vocal about his displeasure regarding yesterday.

If Sherlock had faced Dumbledore, McGonagall, and Snape alone, that would've been one thing.

But he had clearly invited Harry and Hermione. So why had Ron been the only one left out?

What was the meaning of that?

Was it on purpose?

Well… yes, Sherlock had done it on purpose.

In his eyes, Ron's sole contribution to the entire incident had been sending Hermione running alone to the girls' bathroom.

After that, he'd just stuck with Harry the whole time.

There really was no need to have him there just to restate Harry's words from a different angle.

In fact, without that little incident, Sherlock's investigation into the troll attack would've gone even smoother.

Ron had basically just made things harder.

So leaving him out? Entirely intentional.

Of course, every situation has two sides.

This incident had also served as a lesson for Hermione—helping her reflect on her own behavior.

Since then, she'd gotten along much better with her classmates.

So maybe—maybe—Ron deserved a tiny bit of credit for that.

Ignoring Ron's grumbling, Sherlock turned to Harry and said, "By the way, Harry, you might not believe this, but your parents left you a substantial inheritance."

"I've already seen the vault at Gringotts," Harry replied, his mood dimming slightly at the mention of his parents.

Sherlock, completely ignoring the shift in tone, continued, "No, that was only part of it. In fact, they left you quite a bit more—things that are still stored at the old Potter family home."

Harry looked up in surprise.

Sherlock met his gaze and enunciated clearly:

"Also, the Potter family owns a remarkably effective hair regrowth potion.

It's so effective, in fact, that the marketing department once used the tagline, 'Not a single bald wizard in the magical world.'

Per the agreement, every time a bottle is sold on the market, you're supposed to receive a cut in royalties.

Only… the relevant parties haven't paid in over ten years.

Dumbledore said he's willing to help, but personally, I think matters like collecting debts are best handled yourself."

At this point, Sherlock's eyes gleamed with excitement, like someone presenting a brilliant financial strategy.

Harry didn't know what to say.

On one hand, you could say Sherlock meant well—but wasn't this the worst time to bring up such a topic?

On the other hand, knowing Sherlock as he did, Harry also understood that this was, indeed, coming from genuine concern.

Which only left him even more speechless.

"You know," Ron chimed in, "now that you mention it—I really haven't seen any bald wizards before. So that's all thanks to the Potter family?"

Sherlock nodded solemnly.

Just as Ron had said, he had long noticed that witches and wizards, regardless of age, always had thick, healthy hair.

He'd once assumed it was just another magical advantage over Muggles.

But it wasn't until Dumbledore's explanation that he learned the Potters had made such a noble contribution to the magical world.

Sherlock couldn't help but feel deeply respectful.

After all, baldness was every man's greatest nemesis.

"But what if—just saying—what if someone uses Harry's family's hair potion and it doesn't work?" Ron asked again.

"Under normal circumstances, that's unlikely. But if it did happen, that'd be a problem," Sherlock said, turning serious.

"The person might accuse the Potter family of false advertising. Maybe even show up fuming, demanding an explanation from you.

If he's petty enough, he might even try to take revenge over it."

Harry: O__O

"Um… let's not dwell on this," he said quickly.

As the conversation veered wildly off course, Hermione finally stepped in to stop them.

She looked straight at Sherlock and asked, "Professor Dumbledore kicked us all out just so he could tell you that?"

Was the Headmaster that idle?

"No, no. I brought it up myself."

Harry: ━━∑(￣□￣*|||━━

Sherlock turned to Harry once again. "Dear Harry, this is rightfully yours. There's no need to feel embarrassed."

Harry looked conflicted. "Thanks… I guess."

Ron muttered, "You're actually… kind of nice."

"Did anyone ask you that?" Hermione finally lost it. She lowered her voice and growled, "What happened with Quirrell?!"

"Oh, so that's what you wanted to know..."

"What else do you think I wanted to know?!"

Hermione looked exasperated. Who on earth would care about hair tonic right now?!

"We don't have conclusive evidence," Sherlock said. "We still can't confirm that Quirrell is working with Voldemort."

At the mention of the name, Ron visibly shuddered.

"No evidence?"

Hermione grew more agitated. "But Sherlock, you already made your deduction!"

"As you said—it's still just a deduction," Sherlock replied calmly. "Though I'm almost certain the troll and the blood message were Quirrell's doing, without solid proof, Dumbledore won't act against a fellow professor."

"But how can that be…" Hermione said, clearly upset. "That's Voldemort! If we know someone that dangerous is after Harry, how can we just ignore it?!"

Thanks to her research in the library, Hermione had found the prophecy about Harry and Voldemort.

So she understood why Voldemort had it out for Harry.

Because of that, she understood the danger better than Ron.

...Still, surely it wasn't really about faulty hair potion, right?

"Dumbledore promised he'd protect Harry," Sherlock said.

It wasn't a lie.

He just didn't tell them the whole story.

Sherlock knew full well—if he weren't here, under Dumbledore's guidance (or manipulation), Harry might've rushed forward impulsively, full of righteous fury.

And maybe, with protection from Dumbledore, McGonagall, and Snape, Harry would've survived.

But Sherlock didn't think that was right.

He believed no one should be manipulated "for their own good" like a puppet on strings.

Fighting back required strategy.

That's why he'd demanded Dumbledore tell the truth.

Even now, though, Sherlock could still sense Dumbledore hiding something.

But that was fine. He wouldn't be able to hide it forever.

"Isn't it possible," Ron suddenly mumbled, "that Professor Snape is actually the bad guy? I just can't see Professor Quirrell doing something like this."

Hermione glanced at Ron—but surprisingly, didn't argue.

Truthfully, Snape did seem more like the villain than Quirrell did.

"You're all seriously misunderstanding Professor Snape," Sherlock said, looking at Harry. "He may be unpleasant, but he's the one most determined to keep you safe.

If you ever feel you're in real danger, go to him."

"Alright," Harry nodded.

At this point, Harry's trust in Sherlock was absolute.

Seeing this, Ron held back any further objections.

He could tell—at this rate, if Sherlock claimed the sun was square, Harry would believe him.

So instead, he asked something else that had been bothering him:

"If that bloody message was written in German, why don't you think the culprit is, y'know… actually German?"

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