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, sometimes the more the disadvantaged party struggled, the more excited the other party became.
"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 moment, Harry was stunned.
In all his time 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 homework 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 emerged:
"Um... aren't you forgetting something?"
Ron, who had been ignored for a long time, raised his hand and said weakly: "What about me!"
From the initial meeting until now, Wood had only glanced at Ron once—when Charlie Weasley was mentioned.
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, immediately couldn't stand it.
He immediately 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 immediately became interested: "Do you have the same talent as Potter?"
Ron's face immediately turned as red as his hair.
A teenager's blush was the best answer.
Though somewhat disappointed, Wood still decided to give Ron a chance: "Try flying."
"Alright!"
Ron nodded vigorously!
Given the opportunity, Ron performed very well—one could say he exceeded expectations.
He even performed 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 immediately became somewhat dejected.
Just as Harry was about to offer some words of comfort, Wood suddenly turned to Sherlock: "Holmes, 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 merely 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 time and energy on.
Hearing Sherlock say this, Wood felt somewhat 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 something, 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 immediately said to Sherlock: "Although I'm grateful that you declined Wood to spare my feelings, such opportunities don't come easily."
"Uh... I think you may have misunderstood."
Sherlock turned to look at Ron, saying seriously:
"I declined him because I don't have time for training three times a week. It has nothing to do with you.
In fact, whether or not I join the Gryffindor house team wouldn't change the outcome 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... sometimes 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 merely to spare someone's pitiful self-esteem, thereby creating unrealistic fantasies, would be irresponsible to him.
Having no talent isn't shameful. Correctly recognizing the gap between oneself and others can significantly improve efficiency.
That way, time 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 somewhat cruel.
Sherlock was simply too rational.
Going on like this, he'd have no friends!
Fortunately, Ron's dejection came quickly and left just as fast.
When he saw the sumptuous dinner, he immediately threw the matter to the back of his mind.
Time to eat!
Over the following month, Sherlock remained busy as ever.
The vast majority of his time was still spent discussing magic with professors of various subjects that interested him.
As mentioned 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 time.
As for the time 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 someone asked.
It was just that his hearing wasn't very good, and he always had to repeat several times things like "What Gringe, what Grange, Gran-what," which was somewhat 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 become 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 crime, Sherlock couldn't be bothered to pay attention.
The second matter was Harry.
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