HP: I AM SHERLOCK HOLMES Chapter 490: 0490 Mystery

Novel: HP: I AM SHERLOCK HOLMES Author: MikeyMuse Updated: Jun 03, 2026

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Now reading: Chapter 490: 0490 Mystery from HP: I AM SHERLOCK HOLMES, a Action novel by MikeyMuse.

September 1, 1994.

When Mrs. Hols woke her that morning, Hermione felt extrely embarrassed.

She had clearly been determined to wake up early.

Unfortunately, because she'd been with Sherlock last night and lost track of ti, she'd gone to bed quite late.

Hermione's thoughts were practically written on her face, and Mrs. Hols naturally noticed, so she took the initiative to comfort her. "Don't worry about it, dear. People tend to sleep more soundly when it's raining."

Hermione looked out the window and indeed saw heavy rain pounding against the glass, which made her feel slightly better.

However, when she learned that Sherlock had woken up early without Mrs. Hols needing to call him, Hermione imdiately felt embarrassed again.

This sense of sha lasted all the way through breakfast.

"Well, this is the last al you'll eat at ho," Mrs. Hols said with a smile. "You won't be back until Christmas."

"Mum, we probably won't be coming ho for Christmas this year."

"Ah, why not?"

"There are activities at school."

"All right..."

Hermione could understand Mrs. Hols's feelings.

Because her own mother felt the sa way.

Hogwarts had a three-term system, with Easter as the spring break. Almost all students stayed at school during this holiday because they were buried under heavy loads of howork, and Quidditch players like Harry also had training.

If they didn't co ho for the winter break—Christmas vacation—either, it ant parents and young wizards would only see each other during sumr vacation.

"It's all right, Mrs. Hols. We'll have owls write to you."

Mr. Hols drove the car, and together with Mrs. Hols, they took Sherlock and Hermione to King's Cross Station.

There, they t up with Sirius and Harry, Ron, and Ginny as planned.

A little while later, the Weasley family also arrived. Mr. Weasley didn't have ti, so Bill and Charlie ca to the station in their father's place to see off their younger siblings.

"Percy said he was just too busy and couldn't get away, because Mr. Crouch isn't in good shape now, and there are many things that depend on him," Fred said.

"I think he's right. I believe Mr. Crouch will know his na soon enough," George said.

After finishing this sentence, the two laughed together heartily.

The Ministry hadn't yet publicly announced the matter of Barty Crouch and his son.

Those who had seen Barty Crouch Jr. in the small compartnt had been sworn to secrecy.

So, until now, apart from Mr. Weasley, his children didn't know that releasing Barty Crouch Jr. had been his personal action.

Instead, because Barty Crouch had suspended work, Percy, who had gained importance, was practically beside himself with excitent.

Because he could now report many things directly to Cornelius Fudge.

"Our Mycroft is the sa way..." Mrs. Hols remarked. "I don't know what he does all day. He's always saying he's busy, so busy..."

Mrs. Weasley imdiately found common ground and began discussing parenting issues with Mrs. Hols.

Sirius joined in the discussion with Mr. Hols.

Seeing the parents chatting happily, the young wizards went ahead through Platform Nine and Three-Quarters.

For them as fourth-years, passing through here was now second nature. The only thing they needed to pay attention to was not attracting too much attention.

For Sherlock, this was as simple as eating or drinking—even if soone stared at him intently, they might not be able to track him continuously, let alone in a situation like this.

Nevertheless, they still passed through the platform in batches. First Sherlock and Hermione, then Harry and Ron, with the Weasley twins bringing their youngest sister Ginny last.

Once they entered Platform Nine and Three-Quarters, the deep red Hogwarts steam train ca roaring in, billowing thick smoke.

"The wizarding world should keep up with the tis," Sherlock said upon seeing this scene. "It's ti to consider phasing out this old steam locomotive."

"Sherlock speaks truly!" Ron nodded. "And they still have the nerve to call it the Hogwarts Express!"

"Ron, have you forgotten? In first year, Sherlock already said this isn't an express train—it should be called a direct train."

"All right, Harry, I did forget, but I don't think this kind of thing is really worth rembering."

They actually weren't late—in fact, they were a bit early.

But the platform already had many Hogwarts students and parents waiting, looking like dark shadows.

The small pig Sirius had given Ron was an owl that liked to squeal loudly, and hearing many owls calling through the smoke, it squeaked in response.

Sherlock, Harry, and Ron—the three tall boys boarded first and began looking for seats.

Soon, they had moved their luggage into a compartnt on the train.

Then they jumped back onto the platform to say goodbye to the Holses, Sirius, Mrs. Weasley, Bill, and Charlie.

"I might see you all very soon," Charlie said with a smile as he hugged Ginny goodbye.

"Why?" Before Ginny could react, Fred asked eagerly.

"I think you'll find out," Charlie said. "Whatever you do, don't tell Percy I ntioned it... You know, 'it's classified information, to be announced when the Ministry sees fit.'"

"Oh, I really wish I could go back to Hogwarts this year," Bill said at this mont. Tall and handso, he stood with his hands in his pockets, eyes on the train, looking sowhat wistful.

In this mont, he actually bore so resemblance to Sirius standing nearby.

"So why exactly?" George asked impatiently.

"I think you'll have a very interesting year," Bill didn't answer directly. His eyes glead. "I might even take ti off to watch part of it..."

"Part of what?" This ti Ron couldn't help but ask.

But just then, the whistle blew, and Mrs. Weasley herded them toward the train door.

By the ti they had boarded and closed the door, Hermione leaned out the window and said to the Holses, "Thank you for having stay, Mrs. Hols."

"Thank you for having us stay, Sirius," Ron and Ginny quickly added.

"Don't ntion it." Sirius smiled and waved.

"Actually... I wanted to invite you for Christmas," Mrs. Weasley said, "but I expect you'd all rather stay at Hogwarts for one reason or another."

"Mum!" Ron couldn't take it anymore. He said irritably, "So what is it exactly? You three all know and you're keeping it from us?"

"I expect you'll find out tonight," Mrs. Weasley said with a smile. "It's going to be exciting—I'll tell you this much, I'm really glad they changed the rules—"

"What rules?" Ron, Ginny, Fred, and George asked simultaneously.

"I'm sure Professor Dumbledore will tell you... Now, behave yourselves, won't you? Did you hear , especially you, Fred! And you, George!"

The engine's pistons hissed loudly, and the train began to move.

"Tell us what's happening at Hogwarts!" Fred shouted out the window—the Holses, Sirius, Mrs. Weasley, Bill, and Charlie were rapidly receding.

"What rules did they change?"

But everyone just smiled and waved at them.

Before the train even turned the corner, they had disappeared from view.

The large compartnt that Sherlock, Harry, and Ron had found earlier naturally welcod Hermione and Ginny.

Dense raindrops pattered against the glass windows, making it hard to see outside.

Ron opened his trunk and pulled out a piece of maroon cloth to drape over Pigwidgeon's cage—its screeching was too noisy.

"What's that?" Hermione asked curiously, looking at the odd cloth.

Ron blushed and said nothing.

Hermione was about to ask again when Sherlock already provided the answer. "I think that should be the dress robes Mrs. Weasley prepared."

Compared to Hermione, Sherlock's eyesight was far superior.

He saw at a glance that what Ron was using to cover Pigwidgeon wasn't just a simple piece of cloth.

The dress robes Mrs. Weasley had prepared for Ron were styled similarly to school robes, but this maroon color...

How to put it?

It was very much in line with Mrs. Weasley's characteristic style.

"She knits a sweater in this color every Christmas!" Ron said huffily. "I've told her I don't like it!"

Sherlock chuckled lightly. "My dear Ron, I'd bet you anything that Mrs. Weasley definitely thinks it will bring out the color of your eyes more beautifully."

"Congratulations, you got it right. That's exactly what my mum said."

Ron sat down next to Harry and said glumly, "Bagman was willing to tell us what's happening at Hogwarts—rember, at the World Cup. But my own mother won't say. She won't even tell what these dress robes are for."

"Actually, there's really nothing to hide—maybe they think being mysterious is fun." Sherlock, who was examining the glass, didn't turn around when he heard Ron's words. "Since Mrs. Weasley said the school changed the rules, then by tonight's opening ceremony at the latest, we'll know. It's only a matter of half a day earlier or later."

"Wait, Sherlock!" Ron looked at Sherlock across from him in surprise. "You—you don't an to say you know what Mum and Bill were talking about, do you?"

Ginny also turned around, looking at Sherlock with astonishnt.

"Yes, I know."

"Quick—tell !" Ron said excitedly, then his gaze showed a hint of deep suspicion. "You're not going to do the whole secrecy thing like them, are you?"

"Of course not," Sherlock said with a smile. "I said before, there's really no need for secrecy about this."

"Tell us, what is it!"

"The Triwizard Tournant is being held at Hogwarts this year."

"What did you say?!"

Ron and Ginny exclaid together.

Both showed expressions of disbelief.

But soon, they discovered that apart from Sherlock who had told them this news, Harry and Hermione didn't seem particularly surprised.

"What's going on? Harry, Hermione, you both knew, didn't you?"

"Sorry, Ron..." Harry said apologetically. "Dumbledore told not to say anything—it was a week ago when we went to the Ministry. He specifically told this when he was leaving."

"Again..." Ron was angry—angry at himself.

If only at the end of last term he hadn't been so unnecessary and said sothing like "Even if you don't tell us, Sherlock and Harry will tell us once we're out that door," perhaps this wouldn't have happened.

Anyway, ever since that ti, whenever Dumbledore told Sherlock or Harry sothing, he would instruct them not to tell Ron.

However...

"Wait, but how does Hermione know?" Ron suddenly realized sothing was wrong. "Hermione didn't go to the Ministry either. Did you secretly tell her and not tell , you..."

He was about to say "putting romance before friendship," but suddenly realized that wasn't right.

Harry and Hermione—that couldn't possibly involve romance.

Harry didn't even see Hermione as a girl.

She was just one of the guys!

So... there was only one truth!

Ron couldn't help but look at Sherlock.

"I told her."

Sure enough, Sherlock voluntarily stepped forward.

"Aha, you romance-before-friendship fellow, telling Hermione and not telling !"

Dealing with Sherlock, Ron finally felt comfortable using that description.

"Ron, what are you saying!" Hermione said with a red face, seeming to reproach him, but actually feeling a bit of secret delight.

"Am I wrong? We may not have seen each other every single day during this ti, but it was pretty close! So many opportunities, and he just didn't tell this! You stayed at his house, so you got the advantage of proximity!"

"Ron, what are you saying!" This ti even Ginny couldn't stand it anymore.

People who didn't know better hearing this conversation might think Ron was competing with Hermione for Sherlock—after all *ahem* forget it.

"Is there a possibility," facing the indignant Ron, Sherlock remained calm throughout.

He said lightly, "Because you never asked ."

"What do you an I didn't ask? Didn't I just ask?"

"So, I just answered you."

"You... I... uh..."

Ron paused, only now realizing that before just now, he indeed seed to have never asked Sherlock about this.

"Sherlock, do you an that if I'd asked you before, you would have told too?"

"Elentary, my friend."

For Sherlock, regarding whether he could tell others sothing, he had his own way of judging.

Anyway, it was Harry Potter who promised Dumbledore. What does that have to do with , Sherlock Hols?