[{"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-463":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},1879953,2495,"Chapter 463: 0463 Destination","hp-i-am-sherlock-holmes-chapter-463",463,"\u003Cp>Sherlock discovered that the destination they'd reached via the Portkey resembled a vast, desolate marshland.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dense fog hung like heavy white gauze, permeating every inch of space. The humid air carried the scent of soil and rotting vegetation, bringing with it a bone-chilling coldness as it swept toward them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not far ahead stood two wizards, their faces haggard with exhaustion, expressions as gloomy as if water might drip from them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One clutched a large gold watch, its face reflecting a faint glow in the mist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The other held a thick roll of parchment, gripping a quill pen with its tip suspended above the page, seemingly ready to record at any moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The earlier remark \"Six-oh-eight, from the Ministry of Magic\" had come from the man with the gold watch, his voice thick with weariness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was clear both men had attempted to dress as Muggles, but unfortunately the effect was neither here nor there, making them look particularly comical:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man with the watch wore a coarse printed suit jacket on top—decent fabric by the look of it—but below he sported a pair of thigh-high rubber galoshes with mud spatters along the edges.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The one with the parchment and quill wasn't much better. He wore a Scottish-style pleated kilt, the hem hanging loosely, covered by a brightly colored South American poncho that fluttered wildly in the wind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Good morning, Basil.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Perkins spoke, he picked up the boot and handed it to the wizard in the kilt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man took the boot and casually tossed it into a large open box beside him—filled with used Portkeys.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sherlock's glance immediately spotted old newspapers, crushed soda cans, a worn soccer ball...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What these items had in common was that they were all everyday objects, each one broken and old, the type that wouldn't warrant a second glance if dropped on the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Not good at all, Arnold.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Basil said listlessly, rubbing his tired eyes:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We've been standing guard here all night. You'd better move aside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>According to the plan, a large group will be arriving from the Black Forest at quarter past six.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wait, give me your names so I can find where your campsite is...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No need, Basil,\" Perkins said with a smile and a wave of his hand. \"They're guests of Minister Fudge. I'll take them there personally.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The Minister's guests?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At these words, both wizards showed surprise, their eyes instantly widening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their gazes swept across the group, easily noticing the exceptionally handsome Sirius.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even in an ordinary coat, he couldn't hide his rebellious air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then they spotted Harry, and both wizards gasped sharply, eyes growing round:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Sirius Black!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And Harry Potter!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Having entered the wizarding world for his fourth year now, Harry had grown accustomed to people staring at him curiously when first meeting him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, he was also used to them immediately shifting their gaze to the scar on his forehead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But even so, whenever this happened, it still made him feel quite uncomfortable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sirius appeared completely unconcerned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Let's go, didn't you say another large batch is about to arrive?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Wait!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ginny called out hastily, \"Could you help us find where the Weasley family's campsite is?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Weasley?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Basil looked at the four red-headed young wizards—Ron, Fred, George, and Ginny—and immediately understood:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You're Arthur's children, aren't you? He's not on duty? Sigh, some people have all the luck...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He complained a bit, then lowered his head, his finger sliding quickly across the parchment, searching for the name:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Weasley... Weasley... found it!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Go about a quarter mile along this path, and you'll reach the first field up ahead. The campsite manager is Mr. Roberts.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing Basil's words, Perkins turned to Sirius with a smile:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What a coincidence, the campsite the Ministry arranged for you is also in this area.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Not a coincidence at all.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sherlock shook his head, his tone certain. \"This is completely intentional.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At his words, everyone realized—this was obviously deliberately arranged because of Harry and Sirius's identities.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They looked at the two men with newfound admiration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Next, the group followed Perkins through the uninhabited marshland.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The thick fog was like undiluted milk, blurring all the surrounding scenery into a mass. Visibility was extremely low, and the muddy ground underfoot was slippery and difficult to traverse, requiring careful steps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After about twenty minutes, the fog lifted slightly, and they gradually saw a crude wooden gate appear before them, behind which stood a low stone cottage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry's static vision was the worst in the group. He squinted, barely able to make out that behind the stone cottage were hundreds and thousands of oddly shaped tents.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some resembled upturned teapots, others colorful mushrooms, and still others curled-up animals.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These tents extended up the gentle slope of the vast field, spreading all the way to the edge of the dark forest on the horizon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sherlock's eyesight was much better. With just one glance, he'd taken in the entire layout, his gaze briefly pausing on the distribution of several tents and pathways before comprehending everything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When they reached the gate, they found a man standing there with his back to them, staring absently at the tents.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wore an ordinary jacket and jeans, his frame thin. Sherlock, Harry, and Hermione—the three Muggle-born wizards—immediately recognized he was the only real Muggle in this entire area.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man heard their footsteps and immediately turned around, his face showing wariness and confusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Good morning, you're Mr. Roberts, aren't you?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That's right, and who are you?\" Mr. Roberts's voice carried a thick local accent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I'm Perkins. I reserved two tents for Mr. Black. I need you to tell me where they are?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Let me see...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mr. Roberts said, consulting a chart posted on the door. \"Ah, already paid for. Just go straight along this path, turn right at the second intersection, and you'll see them.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Thanks, let's go!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Excuse me, has a Mr. Weasley been here?\" Harry asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Weasley, doesn't ring a bell... Let me check again...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked at the chart once more. \"Ah, Mr. Weasley did indeed reserve two tents two days ago, but he hasn't paid. Now there's only a spot by the forest over there. Are you planning to pay and go now?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Looks like Dad hasn't arrived yet.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ron sounded somewhat disappointed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fred shrugged nonchalantly. \"I bet he'll definitely Apparate here with Bill and Charlie.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yeah, he's completely forgotten about us,\" George joked along.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just then, a familiar voice called out, \"Hey, kids, wait for me!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It's Dad!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ron and Ginny cried out in delight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Several of them turned to look and saw Mr. Weasley running frantically from the direction they'd come, his red hair particularly conspicuous in the fog.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He ran up to the group, bent over with his hands on his knees, gasping for breath, saying brokenly:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I was going to... going to Apparate with Bill and the others... then suddenly remembered... you'd come ahead by Portkey...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Arthur!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sirius suddenly interrupted Mr. Weasley, giving him a meaningful look.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mr. Weasley looked at Sirius in confusion, but when he followed his gaze toward Mr. Roberts, he immediately understood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oh no, he's a Muggle!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ah... ah, I just woke up, I'm talking nonsense, don't mind me. So what's the situation now?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Now we just need Dad to pay,\" Fred said with a smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Thank goodness you arrived in time, so we won't be left without a place to go,\" George said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Not at all, we have plenty of room on our end,\" Sirius said, greeting Mr. Weasley.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perkins also laughed. \"How have you been, Arthur?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ah, Arnold, you brought them over, that's wonderful!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I say, are you going to pay or not?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mr. Roberts said somewhat impatiently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ah—yes—no problem—I'll pay right now!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mr. Weasley stepped back a few paces away from the stone cottage, signaling Harry to come to him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Help me, Harry.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He said in a low voice, pulling out a roll of Muggle money from his pocket and separating the bills one by one:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This one is—um—um—ten pounds?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oh right, I see the little number printed on it... so this one is five?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It's twenty.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry corrected him quietly, feeling uneasy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because he noticed Mr. Roberts was straining to hear every word they said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ah, I see... I didn't know, these little paper things...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Are you a foreigner?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mr. Roberts asked when Mr. Weasley returned with the correct bills.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Foreigner?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mr. Weasley repeated, puzzled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You're not the only one who can't figure out the money.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mr. Roberts said while carefully examining Mr. Weasley. \"Just ten minutes ago, two people tried to pay me with gold coins as big as hubcaps.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ha~\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hermione and Ginny laughed simultaneously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Really?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mr. Weasley appeared somewhat uneasy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mr. Roberts fumbled for change in a tin can while saying slowly, \"I've never seen so many people—hundreds have reserved tents.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Is... is there something wrong with that?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mr. Weasley hadn't yet realized the problem, reaching out for the change, but Mr. Roberts didn't give it to him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mr. Roberts looked at Mr. Weasley thoughtfully:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I've seen countless foreigners today, from all over the place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And not just foreigners, but strange people too, you know?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One fellow was even walking around in a pleated kilt and a South American poncho.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone immediately knew he was talking about the Ministry worker Basil they'd just met.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mr. Weasley clearly still hadn't grasped the issue, asking urgently:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ah... is that not acceptable?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Come to think of it, he'd actually planned to dress that way when leaving home today, but ultimately gave up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But seeing this Muggle's reaction, it seemed to be a big problem.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It's like... I don't know how to describe it... or maybe like playing some kind of trick?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mr. Roberts mused aloud. \"Those people seem to be here for some big gathering, they all know each other, and they...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before he could finish, a man suddenly dropped from the sky, landing by the door of Mr. Roberts's cottage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wore pantaloons, clearly a wizard at a glance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Obliviate!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After landing, he wasted no words, pointing his wand directly at Mr. Roberts and shouting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next moment, Mr. Roberts, who had just been discussing with them, had vacant eyes and relaxed brows.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His face showed a vague, indifferent expression toward everything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was exactly how someone looked when their memory had been modified.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The spell the wizard had cast was precisely the Memory Charm that Gilderoy Lockhart excelled at.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Here's the map of your campsite,\" Mr. Roberts said calmly to Perkins and Mr. Weasley, then turned specifically to Mr. Weasley, \"and your change.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Thank you very much.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mr. Weasley quickly accepted the change.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wizard in pantaloons accompanied them toward the campsite gate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked extremely tired: his chin was unshaven and bluish, with purplish shadows under his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only when Mr. Roberts could no longer hear them did the wizard complain quietly to Mr. Weasley and Perkins:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He's caused me no end of trouble—to keep him happy, I have to cast the Memory Charm at least ten times a day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Damn Ludo Bagman only makes things worse, walking around everywhere, talking loudly about Bludgers and Quaffles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He has no sense of security at all, completely disregarding the need to be cautious around Muggles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bloody hell, I can't wait for this to be over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Well, I won't keep you. See you later, Arthur, Arnold.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Having said this, he Disapparated right before their eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Bagman is the head of the Department of Magical Games and Sports, right, Arthur?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sirius raised an eyebrow. \"He should know very well not to discuss Bludgers around Muggles.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That's true, but...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perkins shook his head. \"Arthur, you'd better explain.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mr. Weasley laughed:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Well... how should I put it, Ludo has always been somewhat careless about security.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But we couldn't find anyone more passionate to lead the Department of Games and Sports.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You should know, he used to play Quidditch for England, and was the best Beater the Wimbourne Wasps ever had.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The Ministry is truly full of talented people.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sherlock remarked as such, and Harry and Hermione exchanged glances, unable to suppress their amusement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You can read more than 40 chapters on:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>patreon.com\u002FMikeyMuse\u003C\u002Fp>",2020,"2026-06-10T06:27:24.274Z",1,"novelbin.me","63f05ce1ef21a05a722044da6a88037a114d56a36a05eb39cd73ed0b4333415b","hp-i-am-sherlock-holmes-chapter-464","hp-i-am-sherlock-holmes-chapter-462",637,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fhp-i-am-sherlock-holmes-cover.jpg"]