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The Earth revolves around the Sun, and the Moon revolves around the Earth.
Whether in a Muggle family or a wizarding family, this was common knowledge.
Harry and Ron stared at Sherlock as if they had seen a ghost.
Up until now, their impression of Sherlock was that he was omniscient, seemingly knowing everything in the world.
Even if he didn't know something, it didn't matter, because he could observe and deduce the result.
But what was happening now?
Hermione couldn't help blurting out, "You-you really don't know that the Earth revolves around the Sun?"
It was truly hard to imagine someone in the 20th century being unaware of this fact.
"You seem surprised?"
Seeing their expressions, Sherlock chuckled. "Even if I did know it, I would do my best to forget it."
"Forget it? Why?"
Sherlock tapped his own head with a finger:
"To me, the brain is like a hard drive. It only makes sense to fill it with useful things.
Ordinary people tend to cram their minds full of rubbish. The consequence is that the knowledge useful to them gets crowded out. When you truly need to learn something, you find it difficult."
"But this is about the solar system!"
Hermione's eyes widened, still looking incredulous.
"So what?"
Sherlock spoke in an impatient and rather rude tone:
"You say we revolve around the sun. But even if we revolved around the moon, or circled the garden like a little bear, it would have no impact whatsoever on me or my life, would it?
So stop torturing me with your great insights!"
Hermione: Σ(°△°|||)︴
Harry and Ron exchanged glances.
He makes so much sense, I'm speechless.
As if sensing his tone had been excessive, Sherlock quickly added:
"Apologies, I seem to have been somewhat discourteous... but that's not important. From today onwards, I shall have to remember these things – until this course becomes an elective."
Hermione: ￣△￣
That day, the entire first-year class gained a deeper understanding of Sherlock.
Hermione, however, realized she had previously misunderstood Sherlock.
This person is nothing like me!
After Transfiguration and Charms on Thursday, the final school day of the week arrived.
"Having classes with the Slytherins is bad enough, but having Potions with them is the absolute worst!"
According to the schedule, the Gryffindor first years would have a double Potions lesson with the Slytherins.
This turned every Friday into Black Friday for the Gryffindor first years.
"Snape is the Head of Slytherin House. They say he favors his own students."
The grim news dampened even foodie Ron's spirits. He stared glumly at the food on the table.
"Professor Snape?"
As Ron uttered the name, an image of a man with greasy black hair, a hooked nose, and sallow skin simultaneously flashed through Sherlock's and Harry's minds.
For Sherlock, it was due to his excellent observation and memory skills.
For Harry, there was an additional reason.
"Sherlock, during the opening feast, Professor Snape was staring at me..."
However, just as he was about to tell Sherlock about it and ask for his opinion, about a hundred owls suddenly flew into the Great Hall.
Among the flock of mail-carrying owls, a beautiful snowy owl fluttered down between Harry's jam pot and sugar bowl, dropping a note onto his plate.
"Hedwig?"
Harry was somewhat surprised.
So far, this owl, a birthday gift from Hagrid, hadn't brought Harry anything.
Unlike Sherlock's Watson, who always seemed to bring some surprise now and then.
"Hagrid wants to invite you for afternoon tea with him."
Sherlock said without looking up.
"Sherlock, did you learn a spell from Professor Flitwick that lets you see through paper?"
After saying this, Ron found it amusing himself and couldn't help laughing out loud.
But his laughter died down as Harry's expression, while reading the note, seemed to confirm Sherlock wasn't wrong.
"He got it right again?"
He couldn't help muttering under his breath.
Harry nodded and pushed the note towards Ron.
Written in untidy scrawl were the words:
[Dear Harry,
I know you don't have classes on Friday afternoons. Would you like to come and have a cup of tea with me around three?
I want to hear all about your first week. Send Hedwig back with your answer.]
The two couldn't help but look at each other.
Although they had witnessed Sherlock's abilities more than once, each new instance still left them astonished by his skills.
"Bloody hell! How on earth did you deduce that?"
"Deduce what?"
"Well... how did you know this letter was from Hagrid, and that he was inviting Harry for tea?"
"I have no time for such trifles."
Sherlock's tone was unfriendly, much like it had been with Hermione on Wednesday night.
However, just as Ron was about to say something, Sherlock immediately smiled:
"Forgive my discourtesy; you interrupted my train of thought, but no matter.
So, you couldn't tell this letter was from Hagrid to Harry?"
"Not before opening it, at least."
"Understanding the matter is relatively easy; explaining how I understood it is rather more difficult.
It's like if I asked you to prove that one plus one equals two. You might find it somewhat difficult, yet you and I both know it is an undeniable fact."
Meeting Harry and Ron's eager gazes, Sherlock thought for a moment and decided to explain:
"Just now, from several tables away, I saw Hedwig flying towards you with a note tied to her leg. That naturally indicated someone had written to you.
The Dursleys wouldn't normally write to you. As a new student, you don't know many people at the magical school. Most are students you eat and attend classes with daily; they wouldn't contact you via owl.
Hedwig usually begs a piece of toast from you when she arrives, but today she didn't, clearly indicating she had already eaten.
Someone who has the means to feed her, has a connection with you at school, and needs to use an owl for correspondence – considering these three conditions simultaneously, I could only think of Mr. Rubeus Hagrid.
As for the content of the letter, it's also easy to infer: as the friend who brought you to school, wanting to know about your first week is perfectly normal.
Plus, the only afternoon we have free this week is today – so based on these circumstances, I believed Hagrid was inviting you for afternoon tea."
"Brilliant!"
"Wonderful!"
Harry and Ron couldn't help exclaiming aloud, causing nearby people to turn and look.
(End of Chapter)