"Penelope has pointed out everyone's shared exhaustion and desire for the competition to return.
Head Boy Weasley, all the prefects, and the Quidditch captains have no objections. Perhaps we should also hear what the Lion King has to say?
At any time, his opinions are always very constructive."
Gemma looked toward Sherlock, blue eyes meeting gray ones, the corners of her mouth lifting slightly.
"Sherlock, what do you think?"
Though her words were an invitation, her tone carried a hint of playfulness.
Sherlock, Percy Weasley is from your house!
A simple matter has been complicated by his interference—don't you plan to say something about it?
Sherlock naturally noticed the gleam of anticipation in Gemma's eyes.
Although the two hadn't exchanged any verbal communication, Sherlock and Gemma still understood each other's intentions and mutually acknowledged them.
An invisible understanding began flowing through the air.
Gemma was going with the flow, using Penelope's mention of exhaustion and competition goals to position Sherlock as a maintainer of order, thereby strengthening the logical persuasiveness and delivering a decisive blow.
As soon as she finished speaking, everyone turned to look at Sherlock.
This situation couldn't help but make Percy feel awkward once again.
Why are you all staring at him?
Although it was indeed his suggestion that helped Gryffindor turn the passive situation active, so what?
I'm the Head Boy, okay?
Are you really treating a third-year student as THE Lion King?
That's just a figure of speech, isn't it?
Unfortunately, everyone present knew exactly what Percy was like.
Changing the meeting location earlier had already been accommodating him.
Now, naturally, no one would consider his feelings anymore.
Under everyone's gaze, Sherlock slowly turned toward Percy.
When their eyes met through his glasses, Percy's heart couldn't help but skip a beat.
"Head Boy Weasley, Gemma and Penelope have already made things very clear.
The root of this incident lies in chaos, exhaustion, and losing sight of priorities."
After saying this to Percy, Sherlock briefly glanced at the Slytherin group before continuing.
"Continuing to argue about who cast the first hex or who tripped whom in the corridor is completely meaningless now.
When the other side came to you proactively requesting a ceasefire, you stubbornly refused to agree and even tried to provoke greater conflict.
If that happens, care to guess who will be the first person called to the headmaster's office to explain the out-of-control situation and dereliction of duty?"
Percy, who had been trying to maintain control throughout this meeting, immediately broke out in a cold sweat upon hearing this.
His Adam's apple bobbed, and his previously straight back seemed to stiffen.
Oh no!
He had only been thinking about using this conflict to demonstrate the Head Boy's authority and brilliant leadership, but he'd forgotten about this.
Being held accountable by Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall, having his leadership abilities questioned—this was the scenario he feared most in his heart.
Sherlock naturally caught the subtle wavering and fear in Percy's eyes, but since he had already spoken, he wouldn't be polite with Percy and directly stated his conclusion.
"Stop meaningless fighting and focus on Quidditch itself.
This is currently the only way forward and serves everyone's best interests.
Accept it, and the matter ends here.
Refuse it, and you and all of Gryffindor will share the consequences.
The choice seems to be in your hands, but time isn't on chaos's side.
The professors are currently staying silent because they still have a last bit of patience, waiting for us rational students to resolve our own troubles.
But what if this chaos continues? What's the cost of chaos?
More people getting detention? Delaying the Quidditch finals? Or even cancellation?"
Gemma smiled.
Sherlock's words could have been said by her as well, but even as Head Girl, the same words coming from her mouth wouldn't be as powerful as from an ordinary Gryffindor.
Let alone when that person was Sherlock Holmes?
Sure enough, upon hearing Sherlock's words, Percy—already sitting uneasily shuddered as if cold water had been poured over his head.
"Sherlock, you're a Gryffindor—"
Gemma couldn't help but frown at this.
Even if you're the Head Boy, how can you speak at the same level as someone like Marcus Flint?
That's so degrading, isn't it?
However, before Percy could finish, Oliver Wood and Marcus Flint, the two Quidditch captains, cried out at the same moment.
"No way!"
"Absolutely not!"
Upon hearing Sherlock mention that the Quidditch finals might be cancelled, both panicked—after all, this had just happened last year, and no one dared guarantee it wouldn't be perfectly replicated this year.
"I think that's that, Weasley!"
Wood first addressed Percy, then turned to glare at Flint.
"Control your people, and we'll settle this on the field!"
"Fine by me," Flint responded with a fierce grin. "You're going to lose anyway!"
Seeing the two Quidditch captains had already set aside his authority and made their own decision, the stubborn flush on Percy's face quickly faded, leaving only the paleness of having his interests thoroughly exposed and a trace of embarrassment.
He opened his mouth, originally wanting to say a few diplomatic words.
But under Sherlock's gaze and the imagined accountability from Professor McGonagall, it all turned to silence.
Finally, he nodded with difficulty, his lips were moving, but his voice was stuck in his throat.
"I—"
He cleared his throat again before finally recovering a bit of the Head Boy's bearing.
Percy turned to Gemma, trying to make his voice sound steady and authoritative.
"Ahem... Sherlock's analysis is very reasonable.
Since Head Girl Farley has already expressed Slytherin's attitude and commitment to restraint, then as a Head Boy, I agree to end the current state of conflict. All harassment targeting Quidditch players and involving rule violations must stop immediately.
Any violations should be handled by the prefects according to school rules, without exception!"
Hearing Percy's pompous concluding statement, Gemma showed a polite but distant smile.
"A wise choice, Percy."
Penelope quietly breathed a sigh of relief and reached out to gently pat Percy's back.
This made Percy feel slightly better inside. At least, at least someone was supporting him.
At this moment, Gemma's gaze swept across the room, especially lingering on her own side.
"I trust everyone heard that clearly?
Flint, from now until the match begins, I don't want to hear any negative news."
Although Gemma's tone was somewhat cold, Flint actually felt comfortable being treated this way by her, wishing deep down that she would scold him a bit more.
On the surface, however, he still showed a reluctant expression.
"We Slytherins always keep our word—Draco, let's go!"
After saying this, he snorted heavily, turned, and left.
Malfoy followed closely behind, his pale face was showing complex emotions.
The classroom door opened, and seeing Flint and Malfoy emerge first, the crowd gathered at the door exchanged glances.
The Gryffindor and Slytherin Quidditch team members stood closest to the door.
The Slytherin team members immediately asked.
"Marcus, what's the situation?"
"Captain, how did the talks go?"
"Draco, what was the result?"
Malfoy suddenly discovered that he actually quite enjoyed this feeling of being the center of attention.
Especially since Flint seemed still immersed in the recent meeting and showed no intention of speaking.
Although those asking were Slytherin students, everyone was concentrating intently on him, waiting for him to speak.
Malfoy's pale face gradually flushed—this was the first time in his life he'd received more attention than Harry.
Now I get to taste what it's like to be Harry Potter!
He coughed lightly, and seeing everyone's attention on him, became even more excited.
"It's settled. Before the match officially begins, all current conflicts must stop, and everyone should focus entirely on preparing for the competition."
Hearing this news, the vast majority of little lions and little eagles breathed a sigh of relief.
The little badgers who had come to watch the excitement felt the same.
The excited mood for a fight was replaced by a strange bewilderment at being submissive by stronger rationality.
Of course, there were also those like the Weasley twins who felt disappointed.
Such excellent experimental conditions were now gone, which was quite a pity—the usual small skirmishes weren't enough; real combat was the best testing environment.
If they'd known, they should have provided more props during this time.
However, they'd already made quite a few Galleons selling magical tricks during this period, and had thoroughly taught those little snakes a lesson, so this trend wasn't a loss.
At this point, the others in the classroom also went out.
"Is that right, Percy?"
"Head Girl Farley, is the ceasefire really happening?"
Everyone asked in a babble of voices.
Percy coughed and immediately began explaining with a formal, official statement.
"Through the tireless efforts of myself and Head Boy Gemma—"
Malfoy, whose speech had been interrupted, immediately glared at him angrily: (╬￣▿￣)凸
The Weasley family is truly annoying!
Harry also walked over to Hermione and Ron, briefly recounting what had just happened.
He also noticed Cho Chang in the crowd—she was still stunningly beautiful.
Cho Chang noticed Harry's gaze and responded with a smile.
Not far away, Ginny had been watching Harry and couldn't help feeling a bit jealous.
Are the opportunities to openly interact with Harry going to disappear again?
This won't do—I'm already a year below Harry; I must think of something.
When it came to thinking of something, she couldn't help but look toward her good friend Luna.
Luna was usually spacey, but she was always reliable at critical moments and should be able to help her come up with an idea.
Then she discovered Luna staring blankly at the ceiling, as if everything here had nothing to do with her.
Ginny: "..."
What Ginny didn't know was that Cho Chang, standing beside Luna, could even hear her humming softly.
"The~Wr~ack~spurts~have~finally~flown~away~"
Cho Chang: "..."
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