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

Chapter 215
Soon Harry and the three of them surrounded Sherlock in a sneaky way.

Sherlock put down the carrot in his hand and glanced at them, clearly sensing their ill intentions.

"Do you have something to do?"

Ron was most enthusiastic and looking forward to this matter, and rubbed his hands with a dry smile.

"Professor, what do you think of this Quidditch World Cup final?"

Sherlock commanded the kitchen knife, shaved it into slices with a few swipes, put it on the plate that Silk brought, and said angrily.

"I see with my eyes."

Hermione, who was still the most honest of the three of them, blinked her bright eyes and begged.

"Tell us about your thoughts, Professor, which team do you think is stronger?"

For good students, every teacher will be more patient, but Sherlock still rolled his eyes helplessly.

"I don't even know as much about these Quidditch teams as any of the three of you. Instead of asking me, you'd better judge for yourself."

"We just want to hear your analysis." Harry also looked at him eagerly, "After all, you are our most trusted professor."

Well, even though I know this is flattery, nice words always make people feel happy.

Sherlock relaxed and shrugged.

"Since you have all said this, I am more optimistic about the Bulgarian team. After all, they seem to have a star player in their team."

At this moment, the breathing of the three of Harry became heavy at the same time, and the way they looked at Sherlock also changed, as if they were looking at a walking cash cow!
"Then what's the score?" Harry even stuttered, he tried to calm down his emotions and asked, "What do you think the final score will be."

Sherlock blinked and guessed a few numbers casually.

"Bulgaria's 170: Ireland's 160. I'm just talking about the teams that have reached the finals. The gap between the two teams should not be very big."

"yeah!!!"

Harry Ron and Hermione cheered instantly, and when Sherlock looked puzzled, they rushed out of the tent impatiently, and each handed over all their wealth to Balmain,

Of course, they did not press as Shylock predicted, but they pressed Ireland 170: Bulgaria 160 points.

Balman stared at them and confirmed again and again, directly betting on the score, the risk was too high, although the three of them did not bet a lot of money, even if the rate of return was only a few hundred Galleons (Harry only pressed the money he had with him).

But after all, it was a child's pocket money, and he would inevitably worry that after losing all the money, Harry and the others would cry and complain to his family.

But Harry and the others were of course full of confidence, and they put the money directly into Balmain's hands, which was quite clever. They didn't say that the bet would definitely be right, they just said that it would be a surprise if they won.

After Harry and the others ran out, Sherlock shook his head suspiciously, and refocused himself on chopping vegetables.

Silk, who fully saw the actions of the three of Harry, asked Sherlock meaningfully.

"Those three of your students often ask you questions like these?"

Sherlock naturally has nothing to hide from Silk.

"Yeah, I remember they came to ask me what the weather was like at first, whether Harry could pick up the money, whether Seamus would accidentally blow things up during class, and so on. Then they said I was A crow's mouth, what do you think, the final result of the matter will develop in the opposite direction. I just played with the children and did a test with them. The result is sure, hehe, this is neither magical nor magical. The scientific stuff is complete nonsense."

Silke listened to his words seriously, and didn't laugh with him about this matter, but thought silently.

It wasn't until Sherlock put the matter behind him, and under Mrs. Weasley's command, put the sausage, chicken wings and chicken legs on the barbecue skewers, that Silke suddenly said something inexplicably.

"You must not bet with others in the future."

Sherlock didn't see her serious attitude at this time, waved his hand and said indifferently.

"I'm still insulated from gambling, and never make any bets with others."

Silk silently stared at Sherlock's back.

In the golden pupil covered by the black ribbon, there is a reflection of a figure, with countless invisible silk threads wrapped around his body.

The ends of those threads disappeared in the air, as if they were connected to something unthinkable.

The events of the Quidditch World Cup Final kick off at night.

As the night deepened, there was a deep and deep sound of gongs from somewhere in the woods, and immediately, thousands of red and green lanterns bloomed on the trees, illuminating the way to the stadium.

Mr. Weasley called back the children who were hanging out at the stalls.

Harry, the three of them, and the Weasley twins all returned empty-handed, which made Mrs. Weasley look at them suspiciously.

"Did you buy any souvenirs?"

Of course they dare not tell her about the bet, George and Fred said with a sneer.

"We want to save some money, Mom, who asked you to take away a lot of joke magic props that we were going to sell."

Harry and the three of them also nodded their heads in agreement, as if they really wanted to save some money.

Although Mrs. Weasley still looked suspicious, she didn't ask any more questions.

After all, the pocket money is their own, and she can't interfere with how they spend it.

Mr. Weasley led the way. Except for Harry and the others who were empty-handed, everyone clutched the things they bought, and walked quickly into the woods along the passageway illuminated by the lantern.

Sherlock bought Silk a dancing clover hat. This hat is not pretty, but it is very interesting to wear it on Silk's head and dance non-stop.

Silke didn't seem very interested in the hat, but she didn't take it off either. She and Sherlock each had a panoramic telescope hanging around their necks.

Not only them, every child in the Weasley family, but also Harry and Hermione have the same telescope around their necks.

This was given to them by Sherlock, and he smiled and said that it was an early Christmas gift for them this year.

Hundreds of people could be heard moving around, shouting, laughing, and intermittent singing.

This feverish excitement was contagious, and the children couldn't help but grin from ear to ear. They walked for 10 minutes in the woods, talking and joking loudly, and finally came from another part of the woods. One side came out, only to find himself in the shadow of a huge gymnasium.

Sherlock could only see part of the magnificent golden wall that surrounded the arena, but he could see that ten cathedrals could fit within it.

(End of this chapter)