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

Chapter 253 Without me

Harry and the others only had one Transfiguration class this morning, and after finishing it, there was still more than an hour before lunch.

Before that, they had already figured out Sherlock's current state, knowing that he asked Moody to take over and asked for leave to stay in his office.

The three of them calculated their time after class and walked towards Sherlock's office together.

Yes, Hermione had thought of a way to break his curse.

Since there is no way for Sherlock to say the curse to the three of them under normal conditions, then accept positive blessings under abnormal circumstances.

Summarizing their experience of testing Sherlock many times, of course I remember very clearly that in a certain state, Sherlock's crow's mouth will completely reverse its form and become a wishing machine that will turn into what it says!
That's when he wonders if he's a crowmouth, and takes the test.

In this state, Sherlock will become a true god who says what will happen!

These are all the experimental results that Harry and the others took huge risks to test.

And now is the time for them to use the results. As long as Sherlock expresses his blessings to them in a state of doubting himself, it can offset the previous curse and bring Harry and the three of them back to normal in the future.

Even if you are a little greedy, maybe you will get better luck in the future.

So after the three of them had planned everything, and the Transfiguration class was over, they knocked on the door of Sherlock's office without hesitation.

"Who is it? Come in."

A weak voice came from the office.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione looked at each other, but they didn't notice anything too strange, they just thought that the professor might be feeling unwell these two days, otherwise it would be impossible for Moody to substitute for the class.

The three of them pushed the door together and walked in. As soon as they entered the door, they saw Sherlock lying on the sofa with his arms resting peacefully on his lower abdomen, staring blankly at the ceiling.

Harry asked hesitantly as soon as he entered the door.

"Professor, I heard that you are not feeling well recently?"

Sherlock is not even in the mood to look up at them. Although his condition is much better today than yesterday, he is still depressed. He always feels that the whole world is gray and everyone has no future. never mind.

Hearing it was Harry's voice, combined with the footsteps that were obviously not alone, even with his toes, he could guess which three people came to the office.

"I feel a little uncomfortable, but it's okay, I can't die anyway, um~ even if I die, it's okay, there is no difference between being dead and alive."

His depressing speech made the three of Harry swallow subconsciously. They always feel that Professor Forrest is a bit too lost today.

But the plan has been prepared, and the arrival has already come, so they can only bite the bullet and continue to speak what they have prepared in advance.

"Uh~ It's such a professor." Hermione still organized the wording to speak, "We've been thinking about the crow's mouth experiment we did with you in the last semester, and we always feel that just three things are not enough to prove it. This matter must be because we think too much, so."

When she got to this point, she suddenly couldn't speak anymore.

I didn't think about it when I planned it before, but after saying it on the spot, Hermione always felt that this reason was too lame. After hearing it, Professor Forrest had to throw them out!
Obviously, the current Harry and Ron also found out about this. Their pale lips trembled, their faces looked desperate, and they waited for Sherlock to tell them to get out.

However, things went beyond all of their expectations.

Sherlock, who was lying on the sofa, was still so melancholy and lazy. He seemed to be struggling to sit up from the sofa, but he gave up the idea after just trying, and then said in that frustrated tone.

"Ah, maybe you are right. I am a person who can easily bring bad luck to people around me."

When he said this, his tone became inexplicably low, and he didn't know whether he was talking to Harry and the others or talking to himself.

"Sally's son is dead, Eddie is dead, Amy has been under the control of that incomprehensible mother for more than ten years, Hogwarts is now in danger again, and the students don't know that someone will die later"

Harry, Ron and Hermione were all stunned. They never thought that Sherlock would say such frustrated and self-blaming words.

"Perhaps if it wasn't for me, none of this would have happened. Aha, I'm trying my best to make up for my mistakes, but who knows, will such a remedy be useful?"

He stared at the ceiling, and the depressed mood seemed to have spread to the whole room, and Harry and the three of them couldn't help being infected. They felt that their chests were congested, as if they were holding a breath but couldn't vent it.

"Perhaps the voices that Fiddlesticks let me hear are not wrong. Those are the future endings of the people I come into contact with. No one will have a good result, no one can live in peace, because I am a A raven that brings nothing but misfortune."

Harry fell silent, but Hermione and Ron became more and more desperate.

The two of them clearly know that Sherlock's current state is that he consciously feels that he is a crow's mouth, and everything he says at this moment will come true.

Then what he said at the end, "No one will have a good result, no one can live in peace" will become a real reality!
According to their assumption, it is absolutely impossible for Sherlock to say such a thing, but now he just said it!
And still at this time!
This is completely like two people from the cheerful Professor Forrest they met yesterday who wished them a happy life, which made Hermione and Ron feel ashamed.

Two layers of curses, directly doubled, their future is really gloomy, with no brilliance in sight.

But Harry and the two of them reacted completely differently. He gritted his teeth, pursed his lips, and clenched his fists tightly. When the whole office was silent, he suddenly said loudly.

"It's not the professor you think!"

Both Ron and Hermione looked at Harry in surprise, and even Sherlock, who was lying on the sofa not even in the mood to move a finger, turned his head to look at him at this moment.

Harry looked very excited, his body was trembling slightly, his eyes were wide open, and he said loudly to Sherlock very seriously.

"I don't know what you said about the people who died because of you! But Professor, you are definitely not a crow that can only bring disaster!"

(End of this chapter)