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

Chapter 35 I wish you a happy tomorrow

"what sound!"

Harry raised his head in shock, looking around for the place where the sound came from.

Filch was taken aback by his sudden fuss.

"What sound! Who are you talking to?"

Harry searched around the corridor. When he heard Filch's question, he asked with a puzzled expression.

"Didn't you hear it just now? There was a voice saying that he was hungry and talking about killing people."

Filch first looked suspiciously around the corridor with Harry for a while, but then he said impatiently.

"Are you trying to trick people into diverting my attention and running away? Stop fooling me with these tricks, Potter! You are not on the same level as those two brats! Now, immediately, come to the office with me!"

Filch didn't give Harry a chance to resist, and almost grabbed him by the collar and led him to the office, preparing to issue him a penalty ticket.

Nearly Headless Nick then tried to help distract Filch and free him.

And Filch, who came back in a hurry, seemed to be because Harry saw something he had put on the table.

Between fear and nervousness, he was fined to clean the corridors of the first floor of the castle for a whole week.

Feeling unlucky this afternoon, Harry left Filch's office.

He still thanked Nick for helping him, and in return, promised him to invite his friends to his death day dinner on Halloween.

But even back in the Gryffindor lounge, Harry's bad luck was still not far away.

Just as he climbed into the lounge, he happened to meet Seamus who was practicing the spell.

Under Simon's "exquisite" technique, a good repelling spell somehow exploded, fluffing Harry's already dirty hair and graying his face.

Harry was in a hurry, rushed into the boys' bathroom to clean himself up, but when he came out, he accidentally stepped on the dirty clothes and slipped, causing his body to be stained with mud again, so he had to wash it again .

Back in the dormitory, and talking about today's experience with Ron, Ron worriedly asked him if he had been cursed, and planned to give him the amulet he had treasured for a long time to help him drive away bad luck.

But as soon as Harry put the amulet in his hand, the rope binding the amulet broke, and the dry herbs inside were scattered all over the ground.

"There must be a very powerful dark wizard who cursed you!"

Ron, who helped clean the ground, yelled.

"You must pay attention to Harry. I have carried this amulet for 5 years and nothing happened. You can go to Professor Dumbledore or Professor Forrest and ask them to help you exorcise evil spirits!"

Harry lay in a big shape on the bed with a sad face, and didn't react when he heard his words, but Neville, who was alone under the quilt and didn't know what he was doing, suddenly trembled.

But no one paid attention to Neville's recent strange changes. Everyone thought that he also had a cold, and he was depressed and didn't want to talk much.

He didn't even eat dinner, and Harry just lay on the bed so tired, his eyelids slowly glued together.

Suddenly in the darkness, he seemed to feel something moving beside his pillow.

Harry swallowed, and reached for his wand nervously.

"Fluorescent flashes!"

He saw the dark figure running beside the pillow, and Harry's pupils dilated immediately, and the terrified look spread across his entire face in an instant!
"Ron! Your mouse pulled on my bed!!!"

The day before Halloween, the last lesson of Gryffindor and Hufflepuff's second year is Sherlock's Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

Almost two months had passed since Tom's trial, and in the end no one was able to defeat him.

Since then, although Tom no longer appears in the defense class, the legend of Tom still circulates in the second grade.

The students are saying that it is an invincible cat, and the rumors are getting more and more outrageous.

Even in the end, there was a version that said that Tom was actually the pet of some powerful old witch, who could do magic and ride a broomstick, and came to Professor Forrest's class just to help.

The second grade students also returned to normal classroom life.

Sherlock found a special channel from Hagrid and got a lot of less dangerous black magic creatures for the students to observe with their own eyes and learn how to deal with them.

Because the Halloween holiday will start tomorrow, Sherlock can also tell that the students in the second grade are not in the mood to study.

So I told them a wonderful story about the ancient magic master Sun Wukong who took his Muggle teacher and two idiot juniors to the west to hunt for treasure, and encountered various black magic creatures on the way.

The students were fascinated by what they were listening to, and even after class was over, people still came to pester him to ask which adventure notebook the story came from, and wanted to borrow it from the library to have a look.

The student who asked the story was sent away by Sherlock, but he also had to deal with a few students who came to make up their homework.

"Obviously it can be done very well, so why drag it until today?"

Sherlock asked Hufflepuff's student named Justin Finch with a blank face.

Justin shrank his neck watching him.

"Sorry professor, I forgot before."

"There is no next time, go back."

Justin breathed a sigh of relief and bowed to Sherlock.

"Happy Halloween to you in advance Professor."

"I hope you have fun tomorrow too."

Harry, who was handing in his homework behind Justin, heard Sherlock's blessing to him, and for some reason, his body shivered involuntarily.

Just when Harry was puzzled, Sherlock's eyes turned to him.

"Why are you late with your homework again, Harry."

Harry hurriedly turned around and explained.

"Because I stained the castle floor the other day, Filch fined me to clean the corridors for a week, and I didn't have enough time to do my homework."

"That's an extenuating reason."

He took the homework from Harry, and seeing Harry staring at him hesitantly, couldn't help asking strangely.

"Anything else?"

"No, it's okay, then I'm leaving the professor."

"Well, go back."

Harry turned and left the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. For some reason, he subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief after he left the classroom, as if he had escaped from some inexplicable doom.

Ron and Hermione, who were waiting for Harry outside the door, looked at his behavior strangely and asked suspiciously.

"Professor Forrest taught you a lesson?"

Harry shook his head: "No, Professor Forrester said I was excused."

"Then why are you sighing?" Ron patted him on the shoulder and said excitedly, "Are you regretting going to the Deathday Dinner tomorrow? Then we won't go!"

Hermione was in high spirits about the dinner.

"Of course not, Harry promised Nick, we have to go there."

Harry didn't speak. He looked at the back of Justin, who was chatting and laughing with his friends not far away. He didn't know why he remembered his unlucky afternoon.

(End of this chapter)