Of course, Sherlock wouldn't resist.
Through Professor McGonagall's words and actions, he had already deduced that she would never compromise on this matter.
Since that was the case, there was no need for unnecessary struggles.
Having considerable knowledge of psychology, he was well aware that when facing the party in control of the situation, sotis the more the disadvantaged party struggled, the more excited the other party beca.
"Potter, your father would be proud of you," seeing that Sherlock's issue was resolved, McGonagall looked at Harry again. "He used to be an excellent Quidditch player himself."
When she said this, her face broke into a smile.
At this mont, Harry was stunned.
In all his ti at school, he had never seen Professor McGonagall smile so brilliantly.
Even when Sherlock and Hermione earned points for Gryffindor in Transfiguration class, she had at most smiled slightly.
He hadn't expected her to be so happy about his joining the Quidditch house team.
Professor McGonagall really was a good person after all.
It would be even better if she assigned less howork normally.
The atmosphere was harmonious, and this mission to join the Quidditch house team had achieved a perfect conclusion.
Just then, a conflicting voice suddenly erged:
"Um... aren't you forgetting sothing?"
Ron, who had been ignored for a long ti, raised his hand and said weakly: "What about !"
From the initial eting until now, Wood had only glanced at Ron once—when Charlie Weasley was ntioned.
There was no helping it; compared to Sherlock and Harry, his presence was simply too weak.
"You?"
"You?"
Both McGonagall and Wood looked at Ron with puzzled expressions.
Being stared at like this, Ron, who had been muttering quietly, imdiately couldn't stand it.
He imdiately protested loudly: "I've been playing Quidditch with Charlie since I was little! I want to join the house team too!"
Hearing Ron's words, Wood imdiately beca interested: "Do you have the sa talent as Potter?"
Ron's face imdiately turned as red as his hair.
A teenager's blush was the best answer.
Though sowhat disappointed, Wood still decided to give Ron a chance: "Try flying."
"Alright!"
Ron nodded vigorously!
Given the opportunity, Ron perford very well—one could say he exceeded expectations.
He even perford several dangerous maneuvers in the air that he had previously wanted to try but hadn't dared.
Even by Wood's critical standards, Ron's level could be called passable—quite good for a first-year student.
However, he was still far from excellent enough to join the house team exceptionally like Harry.
Wood was straightforward and directly told Ron the answer.
Ron imdiately beca sowhat dejected.
Just as Harry was about to offer so words of comfort, Wood suddenly turned to Sherlock: "Hols, what about you? Don't you want to try?"
Harry: ((*・∀・）ゞ→→
Ron: o(一︿一 )o
Wood hadn't noticed the two boys' expressions, or perhaps wouldn't have cared even if he had.
In his opinion, although Sherlock's earlier flight into the air had rely been to demonstrate Harry's talent, that single maneuver had already been quite impressive.
If nothing else, he was certainly better than Ron.
But he still needed to see more of Sherlock's performance.
Unexpectedly, Sherlock declined.
"No need. I'm not interested."
Having Harry alone on the Quidditch house team was sufficient for gathering information. If he joined as well, that would be a waste of resources.
He had other things to spend his ti and energy on.
Hearing Sherlock say this, Wood felt sowhat regretful.
However, what they needed most now was a Seeker, and Harry was undoubtedly the only choice for that position.
Although Sherlock might also be an excellent player, Gryffindor's need for other positions wasn't as urgent.
Having already gained Harry, and with Sherlock himself unwilling, Wood didn't insist further.
The urgent matter was to train Harry as quickly as possible.
After the three of them left, just as McGonagall was about to say sothing, Wood asked anxiously:
"Professor, when are you planning to go see Headmaster Dumbledore?"
McGonagall: -________-''
Really, enough!
"Sherlock, you should have agreed to him."
Just after leaving the Quidditch pitch, Ron imdiately said to Sherlock: "Although I'm grateful that you declined Wood to spare my feelings, such opportunities don't co easily."
"Uh... I think you may have misunderstood."
Sherlock turned to look at Ron, saying seriously:
"I declined him because I don't have ti for training three tis a week. It has nothing to do with you.
In fact, whether or not I join the Gryffindor house team wouldn't change the outco of your rejection."
Ron: （;´д｀）ゞ
Even if that was true, did he really have to say it?
Seeing Ron's expression, Harry couldn't help but suggest quietly: "Sherlock, I think... sotis you don't need to be so blunt."
"Dear Harry, I've told you before that in most circumstances I won't lie—unless it's necessary."
"Uh, actually I think this is one of those 'necessary' circumstances."
"No, no, no. Lying rely to spare soone's pitiful self-esteem, thereby creating unrealistic fantasies, would be irresponsible to him.
Having no talent isn't shaful. Correctly recognizing the gap between oneself and others can significantly improve efficiency.
That way, ti won't be wasted on obviously unachievable goals."
Harry found he couldn't argue with Sherlock.
Not only couldn't he argue, but Sherlock had actually convinced him.
What he said made so much sense that Harry was left speechless!
However, as Ron's friend, he still felt this approach was sowhat cruel.
Sherlock was simply too rational.
Going on like this, he'd have no friends!
Fortunately, Ron's dejection ca quickly and left just as fast.
When he saw the sumptuous dinner, he imdiately threw the matter to the back of his mind.
Ti to eat!
Over the following month, Sherlock remained busy as ever.
The vast majority of his ti was still spent discussing magic with professors of various subjects that interested him.
As ntioned before, understanding and accepting a completely new system and worldview, and making it work for oneself, was not an easy task.
Even a genius like Sherlock still needed to continuously invest ti.
As for the ti originally set aside for exploring the Forbidden Forest and the secret room, it was now occupied by other matters.
First was his promise to McGonagall not to miss Defense Against the Dark Arts classes anymore.
Professor Quirrell's classes were truly boring.
Describing them as reading directly from textbooks would already be giving him too much credit.
Because Professor Binns, the ghost who also liked to read from textbooks in History of Magic, could at least answer questions calmly when occasionally soone asked.
It was just that his hearing wasn't very good, and he always had to repeat several tis things like "What Gringe, what Grange, Gran-what," which was sowhat exasperating.
In contrast, when Quirrell was asked questions, he would deflect and speak evasively about the weather.
When pressed further, his face would flush red, his eyes would twitch, looking like he'd been severely frightened.
It was hard to believe he had once been an outstanding Ravenclaw student.
According to insiders, Quirrell had beco this way after encountering vampires and witches in the Dark Forest.
But through his observations of Quirrell, Sherlock deduced that what he had encountered in the Dark Forest was definitely not just these creatures.
He must be hiding another secret.
Currently, Sherlock wasn't interested in this secret.
After all, from his observations during this period, Dumbledore, McGonagall, Snape, Flitwick, Sprout, Hagrid, Filch...
Without exaggeration, every one of the school's faculty and staff had secrets.
Under such circumstances, unless it involved cri, Sherlock couldn't be bothered to pay attention.
The second matter was Harry.
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