Chapter 29: I Recalled Something Happy

"Actually, it's really nothing of great significance."

Seeing the stunned and genuinely admiring expressions on Harry and Ron's faces, Sherlock felt pleased despite his humble words. Even though he was far more mature than his peers, he was, after all, still an eleven-year-old child. Most importantly, he could tell that Harry and Ron’s praise was heartfelt—unlike those he had encountered in the past.

Once he recovered from his shock, Ron asked Harry to take him to see Hagrid. Harry did not refuse and immediately, with great anticipation, invited Sherlock to join them. Sherlock naturally agreed. This had been his original intent in approaching Harry: to use the Wizarding World’s savior as a fulcrum to interact with a variety of people and secure a high initial level of favor. This way, he could acquire a wealth of information without expending too much effort.

However, in the process of getting to know Harry, he found the young boy to be very much to his liking and gradually began to regard him as a true friend. And precisely because they were friends, he felt no hesitation in utilizing that connection when necessary.

With Sherlock’s consent, Harry was in high spirits, momentarily forgetting his concerns about Potions class and Snape. Yet, he was soon reminded of them. The Potions classroom was located in the dungeons, and its dim, gloomy atmosphere inevitably brought the Leaky Cauldron to mind. In reality, however, the room was even colder and more dismal than the tavern. Along the walls stood various animal specimens in bizarre and grotesque poses, enough to make one feel a chill of horror with just a single glance.

But compared to the professor of this course, those specimens could almost be described as pleasant to look at. The Potions master was Professor Severus Snape, the final head of the four houses. The moment he began to speak, an air of sarcasm and malice washed over the room:

"Harry Potter, oh, yes, our new—celebrated figure."

The Slytherin students immediately began to snicker. Harry and Ron turned red. Sherlock, however, felt his eyes light up upon hearing this. He leaned forward, his gaze shimmering with excitement. This professor had spirit!

After finishing roll call, Snape, much like Professor McGonagall, gave the students a stern warning: "You are here to learn the subtle science and exact art of potion-making. As there is little foolish wand-waving here, many of you will hardly believe this is magic. I don't expect you