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

Chapter 43 The Second Attack

During the short time Hermione left, another student came to Sherlock's office.

That student Hermione knew, his name was Colin Creevey, he was a freshman in Gryffindor this year, and he also adored Harry crazily, and kept taking pictures with the camera, which even made Harry feel bored .

"Can I take a photo with you, Professor? I will show it to my parents when I get home for Christmas. After I entered Hogwarts, they have always wanted to know what this magic school looks like. My younger brother Dennis also wanted to know where I lived and studied, so I took pictures of the castle and took photos with my teachers and friends, intending to introduce it to them.”

Colin asked Sherlock with the camera in his hand.

Sherlock stopped what he was doing, and of course he would not refuse such a filial act, and even had a good impression of this boy because of it.

"Okay," he agreed.

Colin stood beside him very happily, his shoulders were just at the same level as Sherlock who was sitting on the chair, then he pointed the camera lens at himself, and pressed the shutter button with a smile on his face.

"Thank you, professor. I have collected almost all the group photos of the professors. Only Professor Snape is left. I plan to go to him tomorrow, and hope he can agree."

Sherlock felt his hopes were bleak, and he really didn't think Snape would agree to have a photo taken with anyone.

"Then good luck tomorrow."

"Goodbye, Professor."

Waiting for Colin to leave at the door, Hermione walked into Sherlock's office with a hesitant look.

Looking at Hermione who came in empty-handed, Sherlock raised his eyebrows slightly.

"What happened to Miss Granger? Where's my book?"

Hermione tried her best to look nervous, but she didn't need to be nervous enough to look nervous.

She stammered.

"Yes, I'm sorry, Professor Forrest, I kept the note you borrowed for me in my pocket, but it disappeared when I arrived at the library. It may have been lost on the way."

"lost?"

Sherlock looked at her and asked again.

"Yes, yes, Professor, I'm sorry, but I was really careless, and I don't know when."

Hermione hurriedly explained, but Sherlock interrupted her with a half-smile.

"It's okay, Miss Granger, I just lost a loan slip. I believe that even if someone finds it, they won't use it for anything bad, right?"

Hermione was so nervous now that even in the December weather, her brow started to sweat faintly.

With her intelligence, she must have heard what Sherlock had already guessed, but she continued to bite the bullet and say it.

"Professor who will definitely not do bad things."

Sherlock didn't continue to embarrass her, and pulled out another piece of parchment, wrote a second book loan note, and handed it to Hermione.

"This note won't be lost again, will it?"

Hermione promised immediately.

"I swear, I'll put the book in your hands in 10 minutes!"

"Go."

After hearing Sherlock's words, Hermione ran out of the office with a borrowed note, and Harry and Ron were waiting for her at the corner of the corridor and the stairs.

"How? Has Professor Forrester found out?"

Hermione's face was serious: "Although the professor didn't say it clearly, I think he has found out that we have tampered with his library slip."

"He didn't ask you why?" Ron asked nervously.

"No, he wrote me a new book loan slip and asked me to borrow books from the library. You wait for me first, and I will help the professor borrow the books and come back to you."

Hermione ran fast all the way, came to the library, borrowed the book and handed it back to Sherlock, and then met Harry Ron again.

"At least the result is good."

Harry saw that Hermione was in a bad mood, so he comforted her.

Hermione shook her head, reproachfully.

"Professor Forrest is such a good teacher, but I lied to him."

Ron helped her find an excuse.

"We're here for Hogwarts, too."

"After investigating Malfoy, we will apologize to Professor Forrest." Hermione said firmly, "Whether Malfoy is the real culprit or not, we should apologize to Professor Forrest."

"We really should apologize to the professor," Harry said too.

Ron watched them, and finally sighed.

"Well, since you have decided, I will listen to you."

Hermione turned to look at Harry dissatisfied again.

"Before you actually doubted Professor Forrest because he wished Justin well. I just heard with my own ears outside the office that the professor wished Colin good luck tomorrow. Let's see what Colin will do tomorrow. Nothing will happen."

Harry scratched his head in embarrassment, and now he also felt that his original suspicion was a bit outrageous, anyway, Professor Forrest didn't seem to be the culprit behind the scenes.

"Ahem, cough, when shall we borrow the book from the library?" He changed the subject.

"Tomorrow afternoon, we can't take two notes from the professor to Mrs. Pince to borrow books in a short time. She will find the problem."

The day passed quickly.

The next afternoon, after lunch, Harry, Ron, Hermione and the three of them gathered at the entrance of the auditorium.

"Go check out the books now, and then go to class," said Hermione.

They walked to the library together, and then Harry gave the book slip to Mrs. Pince, and finally got the "Powerful Potion" they needed.

The middle process went very smoothly.

Together, they came to an abandoned girls' bathroom on the first floor, hid in it, and found the formula of Compound Potion from a book.

The trouble is, in the formula of the potion, there are several ingredients that they don't have and have no way to find.

Ron looked dejected.

"This is how to do?"

Hermione pursed her lips: "We've reached this point, we can't give up. Snape must have these materials!"

Harry's eyes widened, he understood what Hermione meant.

"Snape is not like Professor Forrest!"

"Then we just give up like this?" Hermione asked back.

Harry and Ron looked at each other, finally gritted their teeth and said.

"Done! The last class of the day is Potions class, and we will prepare at that time!"

The three of them reached an agreement, they walked out of the bathroom, and when they were about to go to the classroom for class, they suddenly noticed a big commotion in the corridor in front of them.

They gathered curiously, and found out that another attack happened!

And the petrified victim was none other than Colin Creevey!
Harry and the three of them all froze in place as if they had also been petrified, their eyes filled with shock and disbelief.

(End of this chapter)