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

Chapter 51 The weather should be good today

On the second day after Colin was attacked, there was panic in Hogwarts.

But the Christmas holiday is about to begin, and the prefects start counting the students who will apply to stay in school during the coming holidays.

After the Potions class in the morning, the three of them, Harry Ron and Hermione, sneakily gathered together in Myrtle's bathroom on the first floor.

"I saw that Malfoy has signed on the retention list. He plans to stay at Hogwarts this Christmas. There must be something wrong with it!" Ron said with certainty.

Hermione was stirring the potion in the cauldron. The most important step in the compound decoction was to boil twelve lacewings for 21 days.

"We stayed at school for three Christmases anyway, so we could see what the hell they were up to."

Harry's focus is not on Malfoy now, he still remembers saying yesterday that he will test Sherlock.

"There is Defense Against the Dark Arts class this afternoon, and we can test Professor Forrest after class."

Hermione asked, looking up at him as she put the lid on the cauldron.

"What are you going to do?"

Harry said with a relaxed face.

"It couldn't be easier. We just need to ask Professor Forrest what he thinks of the weather today."

"and then?"

"Then we watch what happens to the weather next."

Harry looked out at the clear sky through the window.

"Depending on the current situation, as long as a normal person thinks that today is a sunny day, right?"

Even after Harry's careful analysis of every clue yesterday, Hermione still couldn't believe the fact that Sherlock had a crow mouth talent.

"Professor Forrest is at most a powerful wizard. He is not a god. How can he change the weather with just a word."

Harry and Ron glanced at each other. Both of them had experienced Sherlock's poisonous milk, and they had doubts about whether Sherlock was a man or a god.

"Whether we believe it or not, as long as we try it today, we will know."

In the afternoon, the weather was still cloudless, as if the bad weather of the previous days had been exhausted, and now there were only a few days of sunny days.

In the Defense Against the Dark Arts class in the second grade, Sherlock was telling them about the last dark magic creature to learn this semester.

"...About Boggarts, I've laid out the main points of this class. After Christmas, before the next class, you will give me a one-foot-long vacation homework on parchment. The main content is about What boggarts are like, why they appear, and the best way to deal with them."

"Recently, I seem to have found a Boggart in the castle. If I can find it before the next class, then we will have a practical lesson in the next class, so that you can try to deal with the Boggart yourself. Feel."

The students below cheered, this was not the first time they had a practical class.

Previously, Sherlock found a few Cornish elves through Hagrid's relationship, and some Grindylows in the water tank.

For the practical class, the students showed great enthusiasm. This is of course a good thing. Sherlock is also planning to increase the proportion of practical classes in the next semester.

Just after he finished assigning homework and announcing that get out of class was over, the three of Harry lingered and landed at the end of all the students, surrounding Sherlock in the middle after everyone else had left.

"Professor, we have a question for you."

After hearing this, Sherlock put down the things in his hands and really adapted to life in Hogwarts. He was no stranger to such things.

Although the students in this castle are not hard-working, there will always be some little wizards who are really interested in magic and often come to him for advice.

When Sherlock taught them, he could also understand these basic magic knowledge more deeply, which is also a mutually beneficial thing.

"Ask if you have any questions. What did you not understand in today's class?"

Hearing Sherlock's words, Harry and the three of them looked at each other, as if encouraging each other.

In the end, Harry stood up and pretended to be calm, but Sherlock could clearly see that he was nervous and asked.

"Professor Forrest, what do you think... how is the weather today?"

Hearing this question, Sherlock was taken aback for a moment, and then looked at the trio in front of him with a strange look of anticipation.

"What the hell are you up to?"

He shook his head, picked up the things used in class, and prepared to leave the classroom.

"If you want to know the weather conditions, you should ask your Professor Trelawney, she might give some reliable predictions."

Sherlock's tone became obviously colder. He wondered if he had given Harry these brats a good look recently, making them feel like he was being teased.

"No, Professor, we're not playing a trick or a joke."

Seeing that Sherlock was about to get angry, Harry and the others hurriedly followed behind him and explained.

"We really just want to ask you, how do you feel about the weather today?"

Harry Ron and Hermione were begging all the way, following Sherlock to his office door.

Sherlock was so annoyed by them that he glanced up at the sky before entering the office.

Although the temperature is a little colder, there is no cloud in the sky. Obviously, the next few days should be a good weather.

So in order to calm himself down for a while, he said perfunctorily to Harry and the others.

"The weather should be good today. If you want to play Quidditch, go ahead. If you really have questions about defensive magic, you can come to me and ask me. Don't bother me with other messy things like this."

With a "bang", Sherlock closed the door of his office, and Harry and the three of them stood outside the door with joy on their faces.

"Professor Forrest said just now, isn't the weather good today?"

Facing Harry and Hermione, Ron reconfirmed what Sherlock had just said.

Hermione nodded.

"If according to Harry's guess, Professor Forrest is born with a crow's mouth, then the weather should get worse next time."

After that, the three of Harry didn't go back to the lounge, and they didn't wander around the castle as usual. Instead, they lay down by the window of an empty classroom, and the three of them looked up at the sky side by side with their heads up.

But when their necks were sore, they didn't see a clear sky, and there was a slight sign that it was going to be covered by dark clouds.

Hermione moved her sore neck and complained dissatisfied.

"I knew this guess was not reliable at all, how could someone really be a crow who tried everything..."

But before she finished speaking, Ron and Harry on the side suddenly yelled excitedly.

"Snow! It's snowing! It's snowing at Hogwarts!"

Hermione froze for a moment.

She stared blankly at the increasingly dense snowflakes falling from the sky, with an expression as if she had seen a ghost!

(End of this chapter)