It's just a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

Chapter 129 Opening a Room
When Charms class was over, Harry and the three of them didn't leave.

Instead, he lay down in front of the window sill, silently watching the orange sun that was slowly setting in the sky.

The sunset is beautiful, but none of the three are in the mood to appreciate it.

They looked at the cloudless weather with complicated thoughts in their hearts.

"So, Professor Forrest will never know for the rest of his life that he is a crow's mouth?" Harry asked.

"Whenever he doubts, or when someone reminds him, as long as he experiments with his crow's mouth, it will definitely develop as he said. He will never know that when he has no doubts, his crow's mouth will develop as he said. What does the mouth look like?"

Hermione thought, shaking her head.

"No, this is what happened when we reminded Professor Forrest that he has a crow's mouth. If the professor starts to doubt himself, no one knows what will happen."

Ron was very pessimistic.

"Will the professor suspect that there is something wrong with him one day?"

The three fell silent again. They looked at the gorgeous sunset from a distance, not knowing whether they were silently mourning for the fact that Sherlock might never know the truth for the rest of his life, or they were silently mourning for the future they would get along with Sherlock.

This silence lasted for a long time, and after a while, Ron suddenly said something abruptly.

"You said, can we use the fact that the professor turns into a wishing cup after being reminded of the crow's mouth to fulfill some of our own wishes?"

His idea was so beautiful that even Harry was moved.

Seamus' performance in class today gave them infinite confidence, and they felt that their Professor Forrest was omnipotent in the Wishing Cup state!

Hermione, however, poured cold water on each of them.

"Don't dream, think about the conditions when Professor Forrest's crow's mouth is triggered. It requires him to be consistent with what he thinks in his heart and what he says in order to succeed. It must be the same in the wishing cup state, not only what he says Come out, but he really thinks so in his heart."

Hermione stared at them.

"Do you think the wish you want Professor Forrest to realize is what the professor really thinks?"

Both Ron and Harry were disappointed again.

Indeed, it was impossible for Professor Forrest to think that the Weasleys would get rich overnight, and that Harry's parents would survive.

What's more, the probability of these two things is really too low, much lower than the probability of Seamus performing supernaturally in a spell class, basically equal to zero.

Especially Harry's wish.

The three finally returned to the dormitory with mixed feelings.

The findings from the tests on Sherlock didn't seem to have changed their lives, but they seemed to have changed something.

At the same time, Sherlock, who finished correcting the last test paper of the sixth grade, shook his somewhat sore neck, stood up from the chair, and jumped twice on the spot to move his body.

Inadvertently, he caught a glimpse of the slowly darkening sunset outside the window, and remembered that Harry and the others came to him this morning and said they wanted to conduct a crow's mouth test.

He looked at the cloudless sky and said something to himself.

"I knew it was impossible for me to have some kind of poisoned milk. It's just nonsense."

It's the week before Halloween.

This weekend was the first Hogsmeade week of the term, and Professor McGonagall was collecting parental consent forms for third-year students.

Only students with parental approval and signed consent forms can leave school on weekends and go to Hogsmeade for a fun day.

Both Ron's and Hermione's parents had signed their consent form, except Harry's.

Thinking about his experience during the summer vacation, it was impossible for Aunt Petunia to sign her name on the consent form.

Instigated by Ron, he also tried to ask Professor McGonagall, but of course the unselfish Professor McGonagall did not agree to his request, not to mention that with Black outside, no one could guarantee Harry's safety.

"You should go to Professor Forrest and ask him 'Professor, do you think I can go to Hogsmeade this weekend without a parental consent letter? ""

Ron's performance is lifelike.

"Professor he will definitely say, 'Oh, Harry, I don't think that's possible, Professor McGonagall won't break the rules of the school for anyone. ""

"And if you have a professor, you will definitely go to Hogsmeade with us in some way. It may be some kind of magic, or it may be Professor McGonagall's extrajudicial favor!"

Harry pulled his face, he was not impressed by the plan Ron said.

"Don't dream, we have asked the professor to cooperate with us to do so many experiments, I'm afraid I haven't asked half of the questions yet, Professor Forrest will kick me out and let me go to the side to play."

"But we have to figure out a way, we can't leave you alone in school, can we?"

Hermione frowned.

"I don't think it's a good thing for Harry to stay in school. It's safest for him to stay in the castle."

Because Hermione has a new pet cat, Crookshanks, who has been showing obvious hostility towards Ron's mouse Scabbers this year, so their relationship is not good now.

"During Hogsmeade week, there are so many people in that town, as long as Black has a little brain, how could he attack Harry!" Ron argued, "You don't care about other people's feelings every time! Haha Li himself also wants to go out!"

Harry really wanted to go out, but he also didn't want to see his two friends fighting.

In the end, on Hogsmeade Week, he was alone at school.

He was wandering in the corridor boredly, and was thinking about whether to go to Sherlock's office to see what he was doing, when the witch wearing a black robe and a wide hood covering half of her face suddenly came from beside him skimming.

Harry stared at her back for a moment.

This was the second time he saw this strange witch in the castle this semester, and the last time was when she left with Sherlock in the auditorium on the first day of school.

Only now did Harry belatedly notice that she had come out of a room on this floor.

In other words, she had actually lived at Hogwarts all along!

But this semester had started almost two months ago, and Harry had never seen her eat in the auditorium, or walk around.

His intuition told him that this witch was very strange, so he followed her subconsciously, wanting to see what she was going to do.

From the fifth floor to the third floor, looking at the direction she was heading in, Harry already guessed that she must be looking for Sherlock again.

He thought of what Hermione had said when he first met the witch.

Sherlock has other things to do this semester, and this "other thing" is likely to have something to do with this witch!

Silke had noticed Harry from the moment he followed her.

But instead of exposing or doing anything else, she went straight to Sherlock's office.

Sherlock was holding a magic book in his office and studying the Vanishing Curse. Looking at Silk who knocked on the door and walked in, he raised his eyebrows.

"It's been so long since you came to see me, where did you write back?"

Silk's words were still brief.

"The location of the Goblin Underground Command."

Sherlock stood up from the chair, and he took the robe from the hanger beside him and put it on.

"You think it's hiding there?"

"possible."

They walked out of the office, and Sherlock caught sight of Harry hurriedly hiding behind the wall.

He guessed in an instant why Harry was here.

Sherlock sighed helplessly.

"Did he come after you?"

Silk nodded slightly.

Sherlock went straight to the corner, grabbed Harry by the back collar, and grabbed him out.

"You didn't go to Hogsmeade with Ron and Hermione on the big weekend, why did you come here to follow?"

Hearing his words, Harry said aggrievedly.

"Nobody signed it for me, and Professor McGonagall won't let me out."

"Then you followed? I see that when you return to Hogwarts, your nature is hard to change, and you have forgotten all the things I taught you before."

Sherlock tapped him on the head, pushing him aside.

"Go find someone else to play with. Lupine is good. He should be thinking about how to get a Grindylow in the office right now so he can teach you guys."

Harry didn't leave immediately, but looked at Silk and then at Sherlock.

"Then what are you going to do?"

Sherlock glared at him.

"Do we need to report to you about what we are going to do? Are you Professor Dumbledore or Fudge, Minister of Magic?"

Harry finally left with a stomach full of curiosity.

He knew that it was better not to inquire about some things, but he just couldn't bear to think about them, so he had to force himself to obey Sherlock and went to Lupin's office to find him.

"He's very different."

After Harry left, Silk looked at his back and unexpectedly spoke a word on his own initiative.

Sherlock shrugged.

"Of course he is different. The future of the entire wizarding world depends on him."

"Let's go, go to the underground headquarters of the goblin you mentioned, I hope there is one."

"To shut up."

Sherlock looked helplessly at the witch who interrupted him violently, and then walked in front, and could only follow from behind.

"I said you people are really, at least be a little polite, don't you know that it's hard to interrupt others casually?"

They left through the gates of Hogwarts, the dementors still lingering around the school.

Although they haven't seen Black's figure for two whole months, they are still patiently waiting here, waiting for him to throw himself into the trap.

Coming to Hogsmeade, the town is now full of students who came out.

This day of Hogsmeade week is always the busiest time in this wizarding town. The well-known candy store "Honey Dukes" in the British wizarding world is overcrowded. Sherlock also saw Ron's figure from the crowd.

He saw Percy in Mrs. Puddiff's teahouse. He was dating a girl inside. Sherlock saw through the window that the girl who was kissing him was Penello, the head of the Ravenclaw College. Clearwater.

They seem to be in the stage of passionate love, and they are gluey every day.

"Your hobbies are very unique." Silk said abruptly.

Sherlock was stunned for a moment, then came back to understand what she was talking about.

"What are you thinking? Those two inside are my students!"

When Sherlock was proving his innocence, a surprised female voice sounded in front of him.

"Professor Forrest?"

Sherlock looked at the source of the voice, it was Hermione.

She was holding a stack of parchment in her arms, looking at Sherlock and the others with a surprised expression.

"Hermione? You bought a lot of parchment?"

"Yes, professor, I originally wanted to buy it at the Wenrenju quill shop, but something happened to that store before. Now the shop has been transferred out. Although it still sells stationery, it has changed its name to Bans quill shop. Probably the owner of the shop next door bought it"

As Hermione spoke, she stared at Sherlock and Silk, and from time to time glanced at Mrs. Puddiffe's Tea House, which is a famous sanctuary for lovers.

Sherlock noticed her little movements and couldn't help but speak speechlessly.

"Don't think about anything. I have a job this trip. This is Ms. Silk from the German Ministry of Magic."

A dazed look appeared on Hermione's face. She was not an idiot like Harry and Ron. After Sherlock's brief introduction, she didn't misunderstand anything.

She bowed her head.

"Then I won't bother you professor, I'll go to Ron first, goodbye."

"Goodbye."

There were indeed a lot of students in Hogsmeade today, and Sherlock had already met three familiar students in just a short while.

They came to the Pig's Head Bar, which was still very deserted, and almost no students would choose to drink a glass of butter beer here.

Regardless of the environment or the price, no matter how you look at it, the three broom bars on the other side are more suitable.

On the streets of Hogsmeade, Sherlock did not find the big stray black dog either. It seemed to have left this wizarding town and gone elsewhere.

"Aren't you calling your two German colleagues this time?" Sherlock asked curiously
Silk shook his head.

"We are not colleagues, they have their tasks."

"Then how do we get into that underground command? Where is the entrance?"

Sherlock touched his chin and asked while looking at the building in front of him.

Silk silently looked at the counter behind the dirty window of the bar. The dirty old man who drove them out last time was at the back of the counter, wiping his glass with a black rag.

"In the lobby of this bar."

Sherlock followed her gaze and saw the wooden counter as well.

"You mean the place at the counter?"

"Ah."

"That's difficult." He frowned, "It's definitely not possible during the day, we have to wait until night to come back, or simply open a room inside."

(End of this chapter)