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"Actually, deducing these things is quite simple..."
Sherlock pointed at Harry's glasses, explaining, "A normal family would never let you start a new school wearing glasses like these—broken and repeatedly taped together with clear tape.
Your clothes are neat, indicating decent personal habits, but the style is old-fashioned, outdated, and clearly ill-fitting. They hang loosely on you, far too large for your frame, so I deduced they were likely hand-me-downs from your 'cousin'.
The old trunk beside you is covered in bumps and scratches, the marks of time clearly visible, indicating it has been in service for many years.
Since he's your cousin, and according to The Rise and Fall of the Dark Arts and Important Magical Events of the Twentieth Century, your only remaining relatives are your mother's sister, I deduced you must live with your aunt and uncle.
Based on these points, it's easy to infer how they treat you..."
"What did you say? The books mention me?"
Harry looked incredulous.
Sherlock stared at him. "It seems you haven't read the books properly—in fact, I know almost everything about your story."
The shock on Harry's face intensified.
Sherlock offered him a smile:
"Not just those two books. The required first-year textbook, A History of Magic by Bathilda Bagshot, also mentions you."
Harry suddenly felt dizzy.
He steadied himself and couldn't help asking again, "Then... how did you know Uncle Vernon brought me today?"
"I was just getting to that—if you hadn't interrupted."
"Oh, sorry."
Harry quickly apologized, feeling like he always managed to mess things up without realizing it.
"It's alright, as long as you don't interrupt me again—the bottom right corner of your loose-fitting clothes has a mark from being caught in a car door.
As for how I can tell it was a car door and not something else, different forces and angles produce different effects. This mark was clearly made by the right-side door of a car.
From your conversation and your earlier comments about clothing, it's clear you are a self-disciplined person, so you shouldn't have been late today, yet you were.
You couldn't lift the trunk by yourself just now, and combined with your description of your unpleasant relatives, it wasn't difficult to deduce his actions.
He wasn't willing to bring you here in the first place. The only reason he brought you to the station was to laugh at you.
For someone arriving here for the first time without keen observation skills, it's hard to spot Platform Nine and Three-Quarters between Platforms Nine and Ten.
Apologies, but based on my observation, you don't possess that ability yet, so you could only have arrived here with help from others."
Sherlock spoke quickly, about twice the normal speed.
Mainly because he felt analyzing these things was truly unnecessary.
Although the amount of information seemed large, the evidence was as obvious as ink spilled on white paper.
Of course, there were some things he didn't mention.
Like how he had spotted Harry the moment he entered the platform and had also deduced who had helped him get onto the platform.
After Sherlock finished speaking, Harry took several minutes to fully grasp the meaning and couldn't help blurting out:
"That was brilliant!"
Sherlock shrugged; he genuinely didn't think this skill was worth showing off or praising.
His nonchalance made Harry admire him even more.
Harry was about to say something else to express his admiration when the compartment door slid open, and a red-haired head poked in.
"Excuse me, everywhere else is full. Can I sit here?"
Harry immediately looked at Sherlock.
The red-haired boy's gaze followed Harry's towards Sherlock.
"Of course, Mr. Ron Weasley."
"Thanks."
The red-haired boy agreed, pushed his trunk into the compartment, then suddenly realized something and asked in astonishment:
"Wait, h-how do you know who I am?"
"If you wish to conceal your name," Sherlock gestured, noticing Harry looking at him with equal curiosity, "I advise you not to hang a name tag on your trunk in the future, or at least don't face the tag towards people when you talk to them."
The red-haired boy looked down and froze.
He had completely forgotten about that.
This person... seemed really impressive.
Seeing the red-haired boy's reaction, Harry suddenly felt much better.
It wasn't that he was too slow; it was that Sherlock was too brilliant.
While Harry was secretly relieved, the boy had already sat down next to Harry.
Mainly because he felt Sherlock's aura was a bit intense, so he chose the other person.
Facing Sherlock, Ron's demeanor wasn't much better than Harry's earlier; he was also somewhat nervous.
In this situation, Sherlock naturally held absolute control.
He was also somewhat interested in Ron.
According to records, the Weasley family was one of the Sacred Twenty-Eight pure-blood families, with a long history in the wizarding world.
Red hair was their family's signature trait.
The Sacred Twenty-Eight referred to wizards or wizarding families with pure or nearly pure wizarding blood.
This was another piece of knowledge introduced in A History of Magic.
He had originally planned to use Harry as his entry point into the magical world.
But from his recent interaction with Harry, it seemed Harry Potter, having grown up in an ordinary family, knew even less about the magical world than Sherlock did after a month of reading.
In this context, Ron, from the Weasley family, was actually a very suitable candidate.
"I am Sherlock Holmes. Just call me Sherlock."
After introducing himself, Sherlock gestured again, "He is Harry Potter."
He paused after saying this.
Because he had already guessed Ron's reaction.
Ron certainly didn't disappoint him.
"Harry Potter? Wait, you're saying he's Harry Potter! The Harry Potter?!"
Ron's voice suddenly rose.
He quickly realized this wasn't appropriate, lowered his voice, and asked Harry incredulously:
"You're the Harry Potter?"
Ron stared intently at Harry.
Clearly, this revelation surprised him more than Sherlock identifying him earlier.
Noticing Harry blushing deeper under Ron's stare, unable to speak, Sherlock answered Ron's question for him: "Obviously."
This brought simultaneous relief to both Harry and Ron. Harry shot Sherlock a grateful look.
"It's unbelievable. I'm in the same compartment as Harry Potter."
Although Sherlock already knew from the books about Harry's immense influence, Ron's reaction was the first time he had witnessed it confirmed in reality.
Getting more and more interesting.
At this point, Harry lifted the hair from his forehead, showing the scar to Sherlock and Ron.
Ron's eyes widened in amazement: "Is that where You-Know-Who...?"
"Yes," Harry nodded, "but I can't remember it."
Ron asked eagerly again, "Nothing at all?"
"Well—I remember a lot of green light, but nothing else."
"Green light? What's that?"
"I don't know either."
"..."
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