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Rubeus Hagrid was the Keeper of Keys and Grounds at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and also Harry Potter's first true friend. He lived in a wooden hut on the edge of the Forbidden Forest.
When Sherlock, Harry, and Ron arrived at the hut's entrance, Sherlock's gaze swept over a crossbow and a pair of rubber boots by the door, giving him an initial assessment of the occupant's personality.
If he could pick them up and examine them closely, he could discover more.
But there was no need.
As Harry began to knock, the sound of barking and Hagrid's scolding followed one after another.
Then the door of the small wooden hut opened.
"Hang on."
Hagrid opened the door a crack, simultaneously turning back to scold, "Back, Fang, back!"
He desperately gripped the collar of an enormous black boarhound, preventing it from lunging out, finally managing to let the three boys inside.
This hut, unlike Hogwarts Castle, hadn't been enchanted with spatial magic â€" small on the outside, small on the inside.
Hams and pheasants hung from the ceiling, a copper kettle boiled water over the fire in the hearth, a massive wooden table and chairs stood before the fire, and in the corner of the room was a large bed covered with a patchwork quilt.
In Harry and Ron's eyes, it was just that.
But in Sherlock's eyes...
Hagrid's hut was practically a house of gold, shimmering with dazzling light.
This confirmed his prediction was entirely correct.
Even without closely examining the crossbow and boots by the door, the items inside were sufficient for him to judge Hagrid's character.
Hmm, indeed a person worth befriending.
By now, Hagrid had released the large dog named Fang. Once unrestrained, it immediately leaped towards the three boys.
Due to its large size, Harry and Ron were startled and instinctively backed away.
Sherlock reacted much faster.
He had seen through the dog's nature at a glance.
So, the moment he saw Hagrid release the collar, he subtly stepped back, shielding Ron in front of him.
To Ron's utter astonishment, Fang climbed up to Ron's neck and began... licking his ear.
"Er..."
Seeing the vicious hound instantly turn into a licker, Harry and Ron were stunned, momentarily speechless.
Sherlock spoke at the perfect moment:
"Like owner, like dog. Fang, like his master, is clearly not as fierce as he appears."
Hagrid: Σ(°△°|||)︴
If I'm understanding correctly, he's complimenting me, right?
But... why does it sound so strange?
However, Hagrid was ultimately a straightforward person. If he couldn't figure it out, he simply wouldn't dwell on it.
By this time, Harry had introduced Sherlock and Ron to Hagrid.
Hagrid, while placing his freshly made rock cakes onto a plate, looked at Ron's freckled face and said:
"Another Weasley, eh? Spent half me life chasin' yer twin brothers outta the forest."
After this slightly exaggerated joke, he turned to Sherlock. "The genius wizard from a Muggle family. I heard several professors speak very highly of you."
"Sherlock is amazing!"
Harry's affection for Hagrid was palpable. After all, in Harry's eyes, it was this giant man who had brought him into the wizarding world, thus changing his life.
Another reason was the intense pressure he had felt during Potions class.
So now, Harry seemed very excited, enthusiastically telling Hagrid about Sherlock's unique observational and reasoning skills, praising the method of deduction to the skies.
There was an undeniable element of showing off his high-quality friend in his words.
Hagrid initially listened with great interest.
After all, it was a good thing that Harry could make friends in his new environment.
However, as Harry's praise for Sherlock became excessive, Hagrid gradually began to think Harry was exaggerating, perhaps blowing some of Sherlock's minor tricks out of proportion.
As the one who had personally rescued baby Harry from the ruins of his house, delivered him to the Dursleys, and personally fetched him this year, Hagrid felt it was his duty to test Sherlock for Harry's sake.
"Well then, Mr. Holmes," he looked at Sherlock with keen interest, forcing a smile, "since Harry speaks so highly of you, I wonder if you could deduce something about me."
Harry and Ron immediately leaned forward upon hearing this.
"Er... I probably can't deduce much," Sherlock said honestly. "You probably don't like your mother."
As soon as the words left his mouth, the smile vanished completely from Hagrid's face. He stared at Sherlock in astonishment.
After a brief silence, he spoke, "Well, I don' remember her much, but... she wasn't a great mother, no â€" but how'd yeh know that?"
"It's actually nothing remarkable."
Sherlock shrugged:
"There's a photo of you and your father on the bedside table. Although it's very old, it's kept spotless, yet the rest of the room is quite messy. This indicates you value family ties.
From your father's build, it's clear he wasn't a giant, so I deduced you must be a half-giant. According to my knowledge, the tradition among giants is that the taller one is, the more authority they have.
A height of twelve feet is considered short among giants. Your mother isn't in the photo, and considering this tradition, I surmised your mother left when you were young, and your father raised you alone."
"Spot on," Hagrid took a deep breath, then asked, seemingly a bit unconvinced, "Anything else?"
"You are very fond of animals and understand their habits well."
"Right again. How'd yeh know? Did yeh figure it out from Fang?"
"No," Sherlock's gaze swept around the room. "I deduced it from your hut â€" the dog bed made of unicorn hair and gillyweed petals, the wind chime made from Billywig scales, the tablecloth sewn from Lethifold hide, the carpet woven from Puffskein fur..."
Sherlock's words made Harry and Ron's eyes widen.
They weren't sure about the other materials, but unicorn hair... a single strand cost ten Galleons!
The fragrant gillyweed petals weren't cheap either, costing at least five Galleons or more.
This meant that the messy-looking dog bed was worth tens of thousands of Galleons!
And... judging by Sherlock's description, the other items certainly weren't cheap either.
Looking back at Hagrid's hut now, how could it be called simple?
It was clearly a house of gold, dazzling enough to blind a dog's eyes.
Harry was somewhat composed, but Ron instantly lost all motivation to strive.
Studying? Study my foot!
Seven years of hard study is worth less than being a groundskeeper and key keeper!
(End of Chapter)