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When Dumbledore mentioned singing the school song together, the expressions of the other teachers, aside from himself, appeared somewhat unnatural.
Sherlock instinctively sensed something was amiss.
Soon, he understood why.
Dumbledore flicked his wand, and a long golden ribbon snaked above the tables, displaying lines of text.
These were the lyrics.
And then...
"Everyone pick their favourite tune! Ready, sing!"
All the first years: ???
Is that even allowed?
As it turned out, it was.
To various different tunes, the entire school sang the song disjointedly, completely devoid of artistic beauty.
The most baffling part was the Weasley twins singing to the slow melody of the Funeral March.
Dumbledore not only said nothing but patiently conducted the last few bars for them with his wand. When they finished, his applause was the loudest.
Sherlock: (￣.￣)
Looks like I really need to find a way to get a violin.
After the sorting, speeches, dinner, and singing, the Hogwarts Opening Ceremony officially concluded, and the students began heading back to their dormitories.
The scene instantly became chaotic.
At this point, the prefects of each house took charge of maintaining order, leading their respective house members, especially the first years, back to their dorms.
The little lions, led by Percy, navigated through the noisy crowd, exited the Great Hall, and ascended the marble staircase.
Compared to the other exhausted first years, Sherlock was much more energetic.
His grey eyes sparkled as he intently observed everything around him.
There were simply too many novelties here; even Sherlock found it slightly overwhelming.
The portraits hanging in the corridors were alive, pointing at the group of first years and even conversing among themselves.
Doors were hidden behind sliding panels and hanging tapestries, completely unidentifiable from the outside without Percy leading the way.
Peeves the Poltergeist, clutching a walking stick, tried to prank them but was scared off by Percy invoking the name of the Bloody Baron.
Finally, they reached the end of a corridor where a portrait hung. A plump woman in the painting asked:
"Password?"
Percy answered, "Caput Draconis," and the Fat Lady swung forward, revealing a round hole in the wall.
Led by Percy, everyone climbed through the hole one by one.
This was the Gryffindor common room.
Percy directed the boys and girls to their separate dormitories and informed the first years that their timetables would be distributed at breakfast tomorrow, reminding everyone not to forget to go to the Great Hall on time.
Judging solely by his performance today, Percy was arguably a very competent prefect.
In contrast to the vibrant Sherlock, Harry and Ron, those unfortunate brothers-in-arms, were already falling asleep, relying entirely on Sherlock to guide them to their dormitory.
—Fortunately, the three of them were assigned together.
Their other two roommates were the round-faced boy whose toad had been lost and found on the train, Neville Longbottom, and a black boy named Dean Thomas.
Seeing that their trunks had already been delivered to the room, Sherlock decided to take a stroll around the common room.
Gryffindor's aesthetic sense wasn't bad.
The circular room felt comfortable overall, the walls adorned in warm red tones, and the squashy armchairs looked so inviting one wouldn't want to get up after sitting down.
Sherlock had initially planned to start exploring immediately, but the temperature here was a bit low.
Although his physical constitution wasn't poor, he had just recovered from a serious illness and found it somewhat difficult to withstand the encroaching cold.
So, in this brief time, he only managed to gather a little information: Gryffindor Tower was located on the east side of the castle, and the common room was on the eighth floor.
When Sherlock returned to the dormitory, he found all four of his roommates fast asleep.
There were five four-poster beds, and the deep-red velvet curtains of four of them were already drawn.
The one left for him was situated between Harry and Ron.
"Seems decent enough."
Sherlock commented, then changed into his pajamas and lay down.
After such a busy day, he hadn't felt tired while exploring earlier, but the moment he lay down, weariness washed over him like a tide.
Sherlock quickly fell into a deep sleep.
The night passed uneventfully.
Early the next morning, Sherlock opened his eyes to find his four roommates still sound asleep.
He hadn't intended to wake them, but the slight noise he made getting up instantly roused Harry.
Growing up with the Dursleys had conditioned Harry to wake at the slightest sound.
Seeing the 'big brother' he was planning to follow getting ready, Harry quickly sat up and asked, "Sherlock, where are you going?"
Upon hearing Sherlock say he was going for a morning workout, Harry hesitated for a moment before deciding to join him.
"A wise decision," Sherlock said with satisfaction. "A healthy body and a clear mind are prerequisites for solving any case."
Harry nodded repeatedly; this point had become increasingly clear to him since meeting Sherlock.
He initially tried to summon Ron to join them.
However, Ron possessed neither Sherlock's self-discipline nor Harry's determination to follow Sherlock. After flatly refusing them, he continued to snore away.
Ultimately, Sherlock led Harry out of the dormitory to begin their first exploration of Hogwarts.
While leading Harry through the morning workout, Sherlock unexpectedly discovered that the saviour of the wizarding world had some substance to him.
Due to Harry's upbringing – years spent in a dark, cramped cupboard, coupled with never having eaten properly – he appeared smaller and thinner than his peers.
A thin face, knobbly knees, messy black hair, and green eyes were his most prominent physical features.
The round glasses, previously held together with lots of Sellotape, had already been magically repaired by Sherlock.
He was now also wearing robes that fit him properly – otherwise, dressed in Dudley's old clothes, he would have looked even smaller than he actually was.
But.
Although Harry's build was slight, he was agile and quick to react – a dexterity-based individual.
If properly trained, he undoubtedly had great potential.
In light of this, Sherlock decisively extended an invitation:
"You have talent. Learn boxing with me!"
Harry: '(°ー°〃)
In the end, Harry didn't agree to Sherlock's proposal.
While he admitted that boxing looked cool, the idea of a wizard engaging in close-quarters combat seemed a bit too strange.
Sherlock couldn't help feeling a little disappointed by this.
According to his plans, he would need one or two assistants at Hogwarts.
Since he was currently getting along well with Harry, he had originally thought of properly training him.
He hadn't expected the refusal.
After the morning workout, Sherlock and Harry arrived at the Great Hall.
The foodie Ron, round-faced Neville, and dark-skinned Thomas were already seated.
Today is Holmes's birthday ╰(￣▽￣)╭
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