Sherlock bit his lip slightly. "Eh, no... Most people have quite the opposite reaction." He shrugged. Although then again he hadn't gone quite into so much detail with John. And he had been nice. He wasn't exactly sure why. "We get off the train, obviously, and I believe we get in boats on the way to hogwarts while all the other years take carriages drawn by Thestrals. Then we are led into the great hall where the sorting hat will sort us into our houses," Sherlock replied in a matter of fact way. "And what are you sceptical about?" He tilted his head slightly. It was obvious that John was alone here because he hadn't had the chance to befriend anyone else. Sherlock was sure he would make loads of friends in whatever house he was sorted into. Which he doubted would be the same as him... Which was a shame. Sherlock found John quite tolerable which was unusual. There were few people he found tolerable. There was Molly Hooper, daughter of a good friend of his parents. But only because she did stuff for him. And he could occasionally put up with Mycroft and Lestrade. Only occasionally. Nobody else, though. John was quite the exception.