[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-hp-i-am-sherlock-holmes":3,"chapter-hp-i-am-sherlock-holmes-hp-i-am-sherlock-holmes-chapter-118":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","HP: I AM SHERLOCK HOLMES",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1879808,2495,"Chapter 118: 0118 Disguise","hp-i-am-sherlock-holmes-chapter-118",118,"\u003Cp>\"How extraordinary!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hagrid circled around Sherlock, clicking his tongue in amazement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sherlock's performance had completely shattered his understanding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To disguise oneself as another person without using Polyjuice Potion?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was far too un-magical!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With nothing more than a fake wig and beard, plus changes to his height and skin color, Hagrid could barely recognize Sherlock without careful observation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sherlock's movements and demeanor were completely different from usual, showing no trace of being a first-year student at a magical school.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After marveling for a while, Hagrid brought a flowerpot in front of Sherlock. Just as he was about to let Sherlock proceed, he suddenly seemed to remember something and asked:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Have you ever used Floo Powder before?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Then I'd better go first!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Upon hearing Sherlock's answer, Hagrid immediately pulled his hand back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Though you're very clever, since you've never used it before, I should demonstrate first.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hagrid spoke as he pinched a handful of glittering powder from the flowerpot and walked to the fireplace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn't throw the powder directly into the flames but patiently explained to Sherlock:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Remember, you need to step into the fire like I do.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>First, close your eyes because you'll be smoked by the soot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then keep your arms close to your sides to prevent falling out of other grates.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, speak the destination clearly.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After saying this, Hagrid threw the powder into the flames.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a whoosh, the fire instantly turned emerald green and rose as high as Hagrid himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stepped straight into the fire and shouted in his booming voice, \"Knockturn Alley,\" and disappeared in the blink of an eye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing this scene, Sherlock couldn't help but smile slightly: \"Interesting.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As his understanding of the magical world deepened, interesting things were indeed becoming more numerous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sherlock looked around Hagrid's hut, then grabbed a handful of Floo Powder and scattered it into the fire like Hagrid had done, stepping into it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn't speak immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The suddenly rising flames brought up a wave of hot air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Opening his mouth at this moment would easily result in inhaling a mouthful of scorching ash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His own discomfort would be a minor matter, but if he choked and mispronounced a word, he might end up somewhere else entirely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, Hagrid had said one must speak the destination clearly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Knockturn Alley.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After speaking calmly, Sherlock instantly felt himself being sucked into a massive whirlpool.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This sensation was very peculiar, somewhat similar to passing through Platform Nine and Three-Quarters and the black flames in the series of rooms protecting the Philosopher's Stone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But upon closer experience, it was different.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His body spun at high speed, the roaring sound was deafening, and his arms kept colliding with hard substances.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn't close his eyes, so he could see the spinning green flames and a series of grates flashing by rapidly, even glimpsing rooms through the fireplaces.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After half a minute, the spinning sensation finally stopped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sensing he was about to fall face-first to the ground, Sherlock steadied his center of gravity in advance and ultimately stood firmly on the cold stone floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without doubt, the destination was still a stone fireplace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hey, Sherlock!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hagrid, who had been waiting, reached out and pulled Sherlock out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You don't look at all like a wizard using Floo Powder for the first time!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hagrid said in his gruff voice, vigorously brushing the soot from Sherlock's body with such heavy-handed force that he nearly shoved him back into the fireplace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sherlock calmly stepped aside: \"What should a wizard using Floo Powder for the first time look like?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing Sherlock's counter-question, Hagrid was stunned, then grinned sheepishly:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I suppose they'd be dizzy, bruised, and covered in soot, haha!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sherlock sighed and looked around.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He found himself in a spacious but dim wizard shop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was different from the shops he'd seen in Diagon Alley.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The atmosphere here was distinctly eerie.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A glass case contained a withered human hand, a stack of bloodstained cards, and a motionless glass eyeball.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Several masks with fierce expressions hung on the wall, their features extremely lifelike, all gazing downward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Various skulls sat on the counter, and with Sherlock's knowledge, he could tell at a glance that these bones came from human bodies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This couldn't help but generate considerable interest in this place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It seemed Knockturn Alley was more suitable for him than Diagon Alley.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This is Borgin and Burkes, an antique shop in Knockturn Alley.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Sherlock's gaze, Hagrid spontaneously began explaining. \"People can buy many things here, like the slug repellent I want.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There are also poisonous candles, large spiders, dead men's nails, shrunken heads, and other Dark Arts objects...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he said this, Hagrid's face suddenly showed a horrified expression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I shouldn't have told you that!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He blurted out, \"Forget what I said! Sherlock, forget it all!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Calm down, Hagrid.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sherlock patted Hagrid's knee, saying somewhat helplessly, \"Even if you hadn't said anything, I could see it myself.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only then did Hagrid realize—that was indeed the case.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ah, Mr. Hagrid, long time no see!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just then, a man appeared behind the counter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Besides being hunchbacked, his most notable feature was his very greasy hair, which immediately reminded Sherlock of Professor Snape.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for his appearance... better left unsaid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hey, Mr. Borgin!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hagrid slapped the man's shoulder, making his already short body shrink even more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mr. Borgin's body trembled, and from his appearance, it wasn't hard to see he was somewhat angry but didn't dare speak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>However, once Mr. Borgin opened his mouth, he immediately gave off an oily, smooth-talking impression, just like his hair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Welcome, Mr. Hagrid, it's truly pleasant to see you again—what can I do for you?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I need some slug repellent.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hagrid said in his rumbling voice, withdrawing his large hand, which made Mr. Borgin feel relieved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No problem! Just common slugs—I must show you the strong potion that just came in today, very reasonably priced...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he began haggling with Hagrid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Although Hagrid was wealthy, he was surprisingly skilled at bargaining.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even though Mr. Borgin was an obvious swindler, he still couldn't take much advantage of Hagrid, which left him somewhat dejected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After Hagrid was satisfied with his pest repellent, Mr. Borgin asked again: \"Mr. Hagrid, do you need anything else?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I think...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hagrid opened his mouth, about to tell the man he was here to investigate a case, when Sherlock's voice rang out in time:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What is this?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hagrid quickly covered his mouth with his hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was close—he'd almost let it slip.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Really, why couldn't he control his mouth!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If the situation weren't inappropriate, he would have wanted to give himself a hard slap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, Mr. Borgin hadn't noticed any of this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Sherlock pointing at the withered human hand on the cushion in the glass case, he immediately exclaimed and left Hagrid to come before Sherlock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You have excellent taste, sir!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This is a Hand of Glory. Just insert a candle, and only the person holding it can see the light—it's a thief and burglar's best friend.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sherlock showed a thoughtful expression: \"Called the Hand of Glory, yet it's a thief and burglar's best friend?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Exactly! Quite interesting, isn't it? You're very lucky to encounter such rare merchandise right upon arrival!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this point, Mr. Borgin looked Sherlock over twice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing his young, unfamiliar face, he tentatively asked: \"Actually, I've been wanting to ask—who might this gentleman be?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Sigerson, Hagrid's friend.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sherlock looked at Mr. Borgin with a half-smile, \"What, does shopping at Borgin and Burkes require registering one's name?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ah... of course not, it's just that Mr. Sigerson seems unfamiliar, so I asked.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mr. Borgin quickly said, afraid of losing this business.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hagrid, it seems the place you recommended isn't much good!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sherlock turned to look at Hagrid, speaking in a disappointed tone, \"You told me before that at Borgin and Burkes, there's nothing people can't think of that they won't dare sell here.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Huh?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hagrid looked at Sherlock with complete bewilderment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'When did I say that? How come I don't remember?'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Mr. Borgin, hearing this, immediately puffed out his chest proudly: \"Mr. Hagrid didn't say anything wrong—there's nothing people can't think of that we won't dare sell here!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hmph, but now it seems to be just empty reputation. For a mere Hand of Glory, you still want to find out the buyer's name. How disappointing!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ah!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hagrid, it looks like you're going to lose to me this time!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Speaking of which, you shouldn't have bet against me!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time you're going to lose a full five Galleons to me!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hagrid continued looking completely bewildered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'When did I bet with you? How come I don't know about it?'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mr. Borgin, who had originally felt regret about losing a sale, was immediately attracted by the enormous bet of \"five Galleons.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Oh, esteemed Mr. Sigerson, may I ask what bet you made with Mr. Hagrid?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hmph, Hagrid told me that the shopkeepers in Knockturn Alley are all well-informed and can identify origins just from some light spots—how is that possible!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sherlock said, casually throwing the summer Ophiuchus star chart that Hermione had recalibrated and redrawn onto the counter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just after throwing it on the counter, Sherlock seemed to regret it and tried to take it back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ah, what am I doing, showing you this!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>However, someone moved faster than him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mr. Borgin pressed down on the star chart, \"Wait, just a moment!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His gaze was greedy as he licked his lips, \"Mr. Sigerson, you just said... if someone can identify where this comes from, you'll lose five Galleons to Mr. Hagrid?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yes, so what?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sherlock said with an unconvinced expression, \"But this has nothing to do with you—Hagrid, let's go!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I can identify it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What did you say?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sherlock stopped pulling back the star chart and looked up at Mr. Borgin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That perfectly timed hint of surprise made Mr. Borgin almost cry out in excitement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I can identify it,\" he said, trying hard to suppress his excitement as he stared at Sherlock, \"I know where it comes from.\"\u003C\u002Fp>",1669,"2026-06-10T06:27:24.273Z",1,"novelbin.me","2ca0611299797d073df1aa00541f669801c24c46a2ac089863b78871e1c47040","hp-i-am-sherlock-holmes-chapter-119","hp-i-am-sherlock-holmes-chapter-117",637,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fhp-i-am-sherlock-holmes-cover.jpg"]