Chapter 111 Sherlock. Holmes (Ch 111)

“Why should I go far away? Things like finding criminals and secret rooms should be left to professional detectives!” Kaisen suddenly reacted. He still has his genius neighbor, Mr. Sherlock Holmes!

I don’t need to study the map…

Going to extremes Going to extremes…………….

No, I got the map by climbing up to the eighth floor with Dumbledore while hungry. I still need to make use of it. For example, after finding someone to crack it, I can use the data to make a 3D version of the Hogwarts map. If I add name tracking magic, it can also be used as a surveillance device.

The location of the secret room can be directly deduced by Sherlock Holmes. England has been relatively quiet in recent years, and this peaceful life is probably enough to make him bored.

You just need to change the nouns, such as changing Hogwarts into an ordinary castle, the basilisk into a pistol, Voldemort into a murderer, Myrtle into an ordinary dead person, and the Chamber of Secrets into the murderer’s stronghold.

Searching for the secret room means looking for clues in the murderer’s base.

As long as all the things related to magic are explained into words that Holmes can understand, wouldn’t the secret of the secret room be revealed?

After being Holmes’s neighbor for so many years, I have absolute confidence in his reasoning ability.

After all, that level of reasoning is basically equivalent to Dumbledore’s talent in magic. It can be said that in this era, there is no one before and perhaps no one after.

And Sherlock Holmes’ style of thinking that everything can be solved by reasoning…

To be honest, when he first came here, he thought this was a world with reasoning as its theme. After all, if your friend is Sherlock Holmes, no one would have thought that there is a Hogwarts in this world.

After deciding to hand over the task at hand to his lovely neighbor, Kaisen suddenly found himself with nothing to do.

“???”

Kaisen’s life at Hogwarts afterwards can be described as extremely boring.

As usual, he went to get out of class, ate, and slept. Occasionally, he taught Neville alchemy lessons and went to the Hogwarts kitchen to have private lessons with the little Hufflepuff wizards.

Time passed day by day, and Merlin finally put on his white lace tights.

The Christmas holiday is here, it’s snowing in Hogwarts, and the Hogwarts Express magic train at Hogsmeade Station once again cosplays as a steam train and enters the station.

Kaisen stood in front of the French window in the alchemy office and looked toward the station in the distance.

Originally Neville was planning to stay at school this time, but he was called back by a letter from old Lady Longbottom.

Originally, Neville had invited Kaisen, but was rejected again.

And this time there are some real legitimate reasons, such as going to find Lupin, or to crack the specific location of the Chamber of Secrets.

All in all, this Christmas is free again.

Next, I just need to find a reason to postpone next year’s Christmas… Well… maybe I don’t even need to find a reason.

Under Dumbledore’s governance, Hogwarts has produced many talented people. Last year, Quirrell appeared, and this year, a basilisk appeared. It would be absolutely unacceptable if something didn’t appear tomorrow.

You don’t even have to look for reasons specifically, just wait and see, and the reasons will come to you.

After watching the Hogwarts Express leave the platform, Kaisen put on his coat and walked towards Dumbledore’s office.

Because he had been idle for several weeks, it was only now that he remembered that when Dumbledore asked him to find Lupin, he forgot to give him Lupin’s address.

Although England cannot be said to be big, it is not a place that can be measured by one’s own feet.

“A roach pile.”

The gatekeeper stepped aside, and Kaisen walked up the stairs to the door of Dumbledore’s office and knocked politely.

“……………………”

………………………..

“No one?” He was a little confused, and teleported directly into Dumbledore’s office and went straight to the wine cabinet in the corner.

After taking a few bottles of fine red wine and putting them into his ring, he sat directly in Dumbledore’s chair.

“Ah…..it feels so good. Is this the principal’s privilege?”

“You could say that.” said one of the portraits hanging on the wall of the principal’s office.

“Hmm……..was this the chair you used when you were the principal? Or did you purchase it from somewhere?” Kaisen asked with his eyes closed.

“This is covered with Madam Hufflepuff’s magic, so it’s definitely not comparable to the chairs outside.”

“……..Can I move out?” Kaisen said with a veiled look on his face.

“Unfortunately, no,” said one of the principals.

“All right.”

Although he said this, he still stood up from the chair and moved the chair from behind. The chair left the ground smoothly, and then there was a buzzing sound.

Kaisen disappeared, but the chair remained where it was, and made a bang.

“Well, I thought you were talking about some exaggerated grammar or something, but I didn’t expect it was really impossible to take it away.” He returned to the principal’s office and sat in the principal’s chair.

“This chair is bound to the headmaster’s office with magic, and cannot leave the office. Of course, perhaps you can apply to Dumbledore for the position of the next headmaster, and he might give it to you.” A portrait came up with a suggestion out of curiosity.

“It’s a pity. If I really have this idea, then I should go to the next Headmaster McGonagall.”

“Then you’ll probably have to wait a long time.”

“Um… By the way, where did Dumbledore go? Do you know?” Kaisen asked.

“We won’t tell you. We can only say that he disappears for a day or two every Christmas,” said the portraits.

“Okay…” He showed the watch on his wrist.

“It’s time for me to leave too. Goodbye, headmasters in history books.” Kaisen said as he teleported back to his home on Baker Street.

“I hope they are not investigating a case now, but are just at home with nothing to do.” Kaisen said as he took out a big bag from some corner, put two bottles of wine in it and walked towards the next door.

Boom boom boom!!!

“Sherlock, open the door! Please give me a gift, please urge me to update!”