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

Chapter 66 Disappointment and Loss

The night of the first day of school after the Christmas break.

The Hogwarts students were all gathered in the auditorium, and the prefects helped maintain order and distributed sleeping bags. They will spend the night in the auditorium tonight.

The performance of the students is acceptable.

Like Hermione, there are many students who can think clearly about the consequences for all the little wizards in Hogwarts after Malfoy was attacked.

According to word of mouth, most of the students in the castle now know that they are in a very unsafe environment.

"Do you think the professor can find the monster that attacked this time?"

In the area where the Gryffindor students gathered, Harry asked sadly.

They all knew that if it went on like this, Hogwarts would be at risk of being closed.

No one wants to see that situation, so they all hope to catch the murderer as soon as possible.

Hermione shook her head.

"I don't know, but I feel hopeless."

Ron muttered softly.

"If only Professor Forrest could say what you just said at this time."

Harry and Hermione froze for a moment.

They looked at Ron in surprise, as if they had discovered a new world.

"That's right! Although the hope is very small, we have Professor Forrest! As long as we let Professor Forrest say "the hope of catching the murderer is very small this time", then it will become a big possibility." Hope!"

Sherlock's crow's mouth was just detected, and the three of Harry were only afraid of its bad luck these days, and now they remembered that since good luck can be turned into bad luck, bad luck can also be turned into good luck!

The three little ones were overjoyed, feeling that they had found a shortcut to save Hogwarts, so they immediately prepared to sneak out of the auditorium to find the walking "wish-making machine" - Sherlock.

However, before they slipped to the gate of the auditorium, the cat with its big eyes staring at it blocked their way.

It is the pet of castle administrator Filch - Mrs. Norris.

Filch and his cat were inseparable, and Mrs. Norris blocking their way meant Filch was nearby.

Sure enough, after receiving orders from guarding the students in the auditorium not to let them run around, Filch has been hiding in the corner by the door, waiting to catch students who want to sneak away.

Harry and the others were caught right away.

"What do you want to do!"

He stared at his protruding fish-like eyes, and asked Harry and the others gloomily.

Harry swallowed, and he stammered for a long time without finding a reason.

"We. We want to"

Hermione said promptly.

"We have a clue to report to Professor Forrest!"

But Filch, with years of experience fighting the Weasley twins, was not so easy to deceive.

He squinted at Hermione suspiciously.

"Is there any clue why it must be reported to Professor Forrest? Professor Flitwick can't?"

This stopped Hermione from asking, and she really couldn't explain why.

Looking at the faces of the three of them, Filch became more and more suspicious. He stayed in the castle every day, obviously he had also heard the rumors about the secret room.

"Don't you guys want to sneak out to find that monster? You also opened that secret room?"

As soon as he said this, the eyes of the surrounding students changed immediately. They all looked at Harry and the others strangely.
Ron couldn't stand being insulted like this at the time, he shouted.

"We're going to save Hogwarts! Let's meet Professor Forrest!"

Harry also yelled, "We want to see Professor Forrest!"

Their voices attracted Professor Flitwick, who was organizing the prefects and managing the order of the students.

The Charms professor was in a hurry and drove Harry and the others back to the Gryffindor rest area.

"You will see Sherlock in a while. He is searching the boys' dormitories in various colleges and will be here soon."

Professor Flitwick dropped a word for them and hurried off to count the Hufflepuff students.

Harry and the others had no choice but to sit back in front of the sleeping bag and get together again. At this time, Seamus, who was afraid that the world would not be chaotic, came over and asked in a low voice.

"I heard that you just wanted to sneak out to find the monsters that attacked the secret room? Which of you is the descendant of the secret room?"

Ron glared at him angrily.

"If I were a descendant of Slytherin, I would let monsters attack you next!"

"You can't do this! We're roommates!"

Harry and the others ignored Seamus, and the three of them got together again to discuss what to do next.

"We'll see Professor Forrest later, how can we get him to say "the possibility of catching the murderer is very small"?"

Harry raised the difficulty of how to make the "Wishing Machine" speak.

Ron mused.

"Maybe we can clarify the matter with Professor Forrest and let him try to say this sentence. Anyway, it's just a matter of opening his mouth. I don't think the professor will refuse."

Hermione kept frowning and did not participate in the discussion between the two of them.

Harry noticed Hermione's abnormality, and he asked suspiciously.

"What were you thinking, Hermione."

Hermione looked up, thinking.

"I was thinking about a question I just overlooked."

"When Professor Forrest blessed us before, what he said should be sincere, right?"

Hermione's question caught both Harry and Ron, who hesitated.

"It should be. Although the professor is a bit unreasonable on the surface, he is actually very good."

"So our test is actually one round away." Hermione looked serious. "We tested the accuracy and upper limit of Professor Forrest's crow's mouth, but we didn't test the necessary conditions for producing a crow's mouth."

Ron looked at Hermione in confusion, he didn't understand what she said.

Harry understood, he said suddenly.

"You mean, we are not sure if the professor's crow's mouth is activated, whether it is enough to just say it from his mouth, and it may be necessary for him to think from the bottom of his heart that this is what he thinks!"

"That's right!" Hermione said solemnly, "I'm just worried that it's useless for us to just ask the professor to say this. No one knows whether he is sure about catching the murderer this time."

Ron finally understood now, with a dull expression on his face.

"That's over."

This is not only disappointment at Sherlock's inability to end this crisis, but also disappointment at discovering that the "wish-making machine" he originally imagined is not as beautiful as he imagined.

(End of this chapter)