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Although they hadn't known each other for long, Ron already considered Harry a friend.
Furthermore, Malfoy had not only offended Harry but had also insulted both Sherlock and himself, so naturally, Ron had to step forward.
Harry stared coldly at Malfoy. "Say that again."
Though introverted and averse to conflict, his parents were a line he wouldn't allow anyone to cross with insults.
"Oh, you want to fight, do you?"
Malfoy was somewhat surprised by Harry and Ron's courage, but glancing at Goyle and Crabbe beside him, he sneered.
He noticed out of the corner of his eye that Sherlock hadn't stood up with Harry and Ron, and the disdain in his gaze intensified.
A Mudblood is just a Mudblood, utterly gutless.
Weasley might be a disgrace to pure-bloods, but he was still much better than this one.
By now, Goyle and Crabbe, fully embracing their roles as lackeys, had moved closer, looking down on the three.
In truth, Harry wasn't as brave on the inside as he appeared.
Because Crabbe and Goyle were much larger than him and Ron, he was putting on a brave face, feeling intimidated.
Ron felt much the same; both were relying purely on bravado to hold their ground.
Being just primary school age, their unconsciously revealed fear was immediately noticed by Goyle and Crabbe, who became even more contemptuous.
As for Sherlock, like Malfoy, they paid him no mind at all.
A cowardly Mudblood, not worth mentioning.
So, having seen through Harry and Ron's bluff and Sherlock's apparent cowardice, Goyle made the first move.
He reached his wicked hand towards the Chocolate Frogs beside Ron.
"These look good, but they're mine now!"
"Let go!"
With food on the line, Ron finally overcame his fear and lunged forward.
Unfortunately, before he could even touch Goyle, he was pushed down by the larger boy.
Effortlessly.
Harry froze, stunned by the scene.
At that moment, Goyle, who stood a full two heads taller than him, reminded him inescapably of his cousin Dudley, who had bullied him his entire childhood.
He wanted to do something, but the psychological shadow cast by years of bullying made his body refuse to obey.
Watching Goyle laugh heartily, about to tear open the packaging right then and there, a thought sprouted in Harry's mind:
I was bullied before I came to Hogwarts, and I'm still being bullied now that I'm here. Did I come here for nothing?
Just as Harry was about to sink into despair.
Goyle, who was about to rip open the snack, suddenly let out a sharp cry.
A strong, powerful hand had suddenly clamped down tightly on his wrist.
Goyle yelled and tried to wrench his hand free, but the hand, though not large, held his wrist like an iron hoop.
"I say, you lot..."
Sherlock, previously ignored by Malfoy and his cronies, slowly stood up.
He gripped Goyle's wrist, a look of exasperation on his face. "Shouldn't you ask before taking someone else's things?"
Goyle couldn't help but bend over from the pain.
Sherlock wasn't short to begin with, and now standing straight, he was the one looking down.
"Sherlock!"
Harry couldn't help but exclaim upon seeing this, his voice filled with joy.
At this moment, Sherlock's figure seemed incredibly tall in his eyes.
Ron also struggled up from the floor, his gaze fixed on Sherlock, full of pleasant surprise.
They had a powerhouse on their side!
"Let him go!"
Crabbe finally reacted and charged towards Sherlock.
"Look out!"
Harry finally overcame his fear and intended to step forward to help.
But before he could rush up, the situation had already changed.
Facing Crabbe, who was yelling and charging at him, Sherlock nodded. "Alright."
With that, he released his grip on Goyle's hand.
Goyle immediately started to fall to the ground.
However, before his body hit the floor, Sherlock landed a swift, hard uppercut to his chin.
Simultaneously, Crabbe reached him.
Sherlock seemed to casually stick out his leg.
Thump!
Crabbe fell flat on his face.
Immediately after, Sherlock retracted the hand that delivered the uppercut to Goyle and smoothly landed another blow on Crabbe.
Goyle and Crabbe were already clutching their heads, howling in pain.
Although the two were quite sturdy for their age, they were still only eleven years old, and their ability to take a hit wasn't particularly strong.
Moreover, they had encountered a professional like Sherlock.
Sherlock's gaze now turned to Malfoy, whose face had paled and who was steadily backing away. Sherlock offered him a friendly smile:
"Mr. Malfoy of the pure-blood family, do you fancy a try as well?"
Sherlock's smile, at this moment, seemed demonic in Malfoy's eyes.
He could never have imagined that this boy could defeat Goyle and Crabbe single-handedly.
No, not defeat, it was more like annihilation.
This guy wasn't like a wizard at all!
His earlier arrogance completely gone, Malfoy retreated rapidly, quickly leaving the compartment.
Crabbe and Goyle followed close behind, scrambling and stumbling out.
Sherlock didn't stop them, letting them leave.
Now, Harry and Ron looked at Sherlock with nothing but admiration.
The earlier thought surfaced once more in Harry's mind – if only he could always stick with him.
"That was amazing, Sherlock! How did you do that?"
"They were too weak," Sherlock replied, not feeling proud at all. "My family hired tutors to teach me a bit of fencing and boxing before."
"Boxing?"
"Fencing?"
Harry and Ron looked at each other, an image involuntarily appearing in their minds: Sherlock wielding his wand like a longsword, dueling with someone.
A melee wizard?
How bizarre!
"Is 'Mudblood' an insult?"
Sherlock suddenly spoke, interrupting Harry and Ron's imagination.
Harry looked questioningly at Ron. Ron paused, seemingly still reeling from the shock.
After a moment, he explained in a low voice:
"It's a really nasty, vicious slur for Muggles. It's horrible. Only evil, irredeemable, utter scoundrel Dark Wizards call Muggles that."
"Is that so..."
Sherlock's eyes showed a thoughtful expression. "Is Malfoy that kind of person?"
"Not necessarily to that extent."
Although Ron disliked Malfoy and his family, he didn't think they were quite that bad.
So he added, "Those Slytherin types also use that term – Malfoy is definitely going to be in Slytherin House."
Hearing Ron's explanation, Sherlock thought for a moment and then said:
"Ron, I have two questions."
(End of Chapter)