Update: When Charms class ended, none of the three Harry left.

Instead, he was lying in front of the windowsill, silently watching the orange-red sun that was slowly setting in the sky.

The sunset was beautiful, but none of the three were in the mood to appreciate it.

They looked at the cloudless weather, and their thoughts were very complicated.

"So, Professor Forrest will never know for a lifetime that he is a crow's mouth?" Harry said.

"Whenever he doubts, or someone reminds him, as long as he conducts experiments on his crow's mouth, he will definitely develop as he says. He will never know that when he has no doubts, his crow will What does the mouth look like?"

Hermione thought, and she shook her head.

"No, this is what happened when we reminded Professor Forrest that he has a crow's mouth. If the professor himself starts to doubt, what will happen, no one knows."

Ron was very pessimistic.

"Then professor, will there be a day when he suspects that something is wrong with him?"

The three of them fell silent again. They looked at the gorgeous sunset from a distance, wondering if they were mourning for Sherlock who might never know the truth for the rest of their lives, or mourning for the future of their relationship with Sherlock.

The silence lasted for a long time, and after a while, Ron suddenly said something coldly.

"You said, can we use the fact that the professor becomes a wishing cup after being reminded that he knows the crow's mouth, to fulfill some of our own wishes?"

His idea was so beautiful that even Harry was moved.

Seamus' performance in class today gave them endless confidence that their Professor Forrest was omnipotent in Wishing Cup state!

However, Hermione poured cold water on each of them.

"Stop dreaming, think about the conditions when Professor Forrest's crow's mouth is triggered. Only what he thinks in his heart and what his mouth says can be successful. It must be the same in the state of the wishing cup, not only what he says with his mouth. Come out, and he really thinks so in his heart."

Hermione stared at them.

"Do you think the wish you want Professor Forrest to fulfill is the professor he really thinks that way?"

Both Ron and Harry were disappointed again.

Indeed, it was impossible for Professor Forrest to think that the Weasleys would get rich overnight, and that Harry's parents would survive.

What's more, the probability of these two things is too low, much lower than the probability of Seamus's extraordinary performance in a spell class, which is basically equal to zero.

Especially Harry's wish.

The three finally returned to the bedroom with mixed feelings.

The findings from the tests on Sherlock didn't seem to change anything in their lives, but they did.

At the same time, Sherlock, who had finished grading the last test paper of the sixth grade, shook his sore neck, stood up from the chair, and jumped twice to move his body.

Inadvertently, he caught a glimpse of the slowly darkening sunset outside the window, and remembered the crow's mouth test that Harry and the others came to him this morning.

He looked at the cloudless sky and said something to himself.

"I knew I couldn't have any poisonous milk. It's just nonsense."

......

It's the week before Halloween.

This weekend is the first Hogsmeade week of the term, and Professor McGonagall is taking parental consent forms from third-year students.

Only students with parental approval and a signed consent form can leave school on weekends for a fun day in Hogsmeade.

Both Ron and Hermione's parents signed their consent forms, only Harry did not.

Thinking about his summer vacation, it was impossible for Aunt Petunia to sign her own name on the consent form.

At Ron's instigation, he also tried to beg Professor McGonagall, but of course the unselfish Professor McGonagall did not agree to his request, not to mention that with Black outside, no one could guarantee Harry's safety.

"You really should go to Professor Forrest and ask him 'Professor, do you think I can go to Hogsmeade this weekend without parental consent? ""

Ron's performance was brilliant.

"Professor he would definitely say, 'Oh, Harry, I don't think it's possible, Professor McGonagall is not going to break the rules in the school for anyone. ""

"And then if you have a professor, you will definitely go to Hogsmeade with us in some way. It may be some kind of magic, or it may be Professor McGonagall's extrajudicial grace!"

Harry pulled his face, unimpressed by the plan that Ron was talking about.

"Stop dreaming. We have already done so many experiments with the cooperation of the professor. I'm afraid I haven't asked half of my questions yet. Professor Forrest kicked me out and let me play aside."

"But we always have to figure out a way to not leave you alone at school, right?"

Hermione frowned.

"I don't think it's a good thing to keep Harry in the school, he's safest in the castle."

Because Hermione has a new pet cat Crookshanks this year, and has been showing obvious hostility to Ron's rat Scabbers, their relationship is not very good now.

"During Hogsmeade Week, there were so many people in that town, how could he possibly take action against Harry as long as Black had some brains!" Ron argued, "You never cared about other people's feelings every time! Ha! Lita also really wants to go out!"

Harry did want to go out, but he didn't want to see his two friends fight either.

Finally, on Hogsmeade Week, he was alone at the school.

He was strolling in the corridor bored, thinking about whether to go to Sherlock's office to see what he was doing, when the witch, who was wearing a black robe and a wide hood covering half of her face, suddenly passed from his side. swept over.

Harry stared at her back for a moment.

This was the second time he had seen this strange witch in the castle this semester, the last time she had left with Sherlock in the auditorium on the first day of school.

Only now did Harry realize with hindsight that she had come out of a room on this floor.

In other words, she actually lived at Hogwarts all the time!

But it was almost two months since the semester started, and Harry had never seen her go to the Great Hall to eat or walk around.

His intuition told him that this witch was strange, so he followed her subconsciously, wanting to see what she was going to do.

From the fifth floor to the third floor, looking at the direction she was heading, Harry had already guessed that she must be looking for Sherlock again.

He thought of what Hermione had said when he first saw the witch.

Sherlock has other things to do this semester, and this "other thing" is very likely to have something to do with this witch!

Silk had noticed Harry from the moment Harry followed her.

But instead of revealing or doing anything else, she went straight to Sherlock's office.

Sherlock was holding a magic book in the office and studying the Vanishing Spell. He raised his eyebrows when he looked at Shilk who came in after knocking on the door.

"It took so long to come to me, is there a reply to you?"

Shilk's words were still brief.

"The location of the fairy underground headquarters."

Sherlock got up from the chair, and he took the robe from the hanger beside him and put it on him.

"Where do you think it's hiding?"

"possible."

They walked out of the office, and Sherlock caught sight of Harry hurrying behind the wall.

He guessed instantly why Harry was here.

Sherlock sighed helplessly.

"Did he come after you?"

Shilk nodded slightly.

Sherlock walked directly to the corner, grabbed Harry by the back collar, and grabbed him out.

"Why don't you go to Hogsmeade with Ron and Hermione on the big weekend, why are you stalking?"

Hearing his words, Harry said aggrievedly.

"No one signed me, and Professor McGonagall won't let me out."

"Then you followed? I see that when you go back to Hogwarts, your nature is hard to change, and you have forgotten everything I taught you before."

Sherlock tapped him on the head and pushed him aside.

"Go find someone else to play with. Lupin is fine. He should be in the office now figuring out how to get a Grindylo so he can teach you a lesson."

Harry didn't leave immediately, but looked at Shilk and then at Sherlock.

"Then what are you going to do?"

Sherlock glared at him.

"Do we need to report to you on what we're doing? Are you Professor Dumbledore, or Fudge, Minister of Magic?"

Harry finally left with a belly full of curiosity.

He knew that some things were best not to inquire about, but he couldn't help thinking about it, so he forced himself to obey Sherlock and went to Lupin's office to find him.

"He's very different."

After Harry left, Shilk looked at his back, and unexpectedly took the initiative to say a word.

Sherlock shrugged.

"Of course he is different. The future of the entire magic world depends on him."

"Let's go, go to the goblin's underground headquarters you mentioned, I hope there will be..."

"To shut up."

Sherlock watched helplessly, interrupting him roughly, and the witch who was walking in front could only follow from behind.

"I said that you people are true, at least you have to be a little polite. It's not easy to interrupt someone's speech, don't you know?"

They left the gates of Hogwarts, the Dementors still lingering around the school.

Although they didn't see Blake for two whole months, they were still patiently waiting here, waiting for him to throw themselves into the trap.

Coming to Hogsmeade, the town is now full of students coming out.

This day of Hogsmeade Week is always the busiest time in this wizarding town. The well-known candy shop "Honey Duke" in the entire British wizarding world is overcrowded, and Sherlock also saw Ron from the crowd.

He saw Percy in the Madame Padiff teahouse, he was dating a girl inside, and Sherlock saw through the window that the girl inside was kissing him, it was the Ravenclaw prefect Penello crewater.

They seem to be in love stage, every day is like glue.

"Your hobby is very unique." Silk said coldly.

Sherlock was stunned for a moment, then came to his senses to understand what she was talking about.

"What are you thinking? Those two inside are my students!"

When Sherlock was proving his innocence, a surprised female voice rang in front of him.

"Professor Forrest?"

Sherlock looked at the source of the voice, Hermione.

She was holding a stack of parchment in her arms and looked at Sherlock and the others in surprise.

"Hermione? You bought a lot of parchment?"

"Yes Professor, I originally wanted to buy it at the Wenrenju Quill Shop, but something happened to that shop before. Now the shop has been transferred out. Although it still sells stationery, it has changed its name to Bans Quill Shop. Probably the owner of the store next door bought it..."

As Hermione spoke, she stared at Sherlock and Silk, and occasionally glanced at the Madam Paddyff Teahouse next to her, which was a famous holy place for lovers.

Sherlock found her small movements and couldn't help but say speechlessly.

"Don't think about anything, I came out for a job this time, and this is Ms. Hilke from the German Ministry of Magic."

Hermione's face showed a stunned look. She was not an idiot like Harry and Ron. After Sherlock's brief introduction, there was no more misunderstanding.

She bowed her head.

"Then I won't bother you professor, I'll go to Ron first, bye."

"goodbye."

There are indeed many students in Hogsmeade today, and in just a short while, Sherlock has met three familiar students.

They came to the pig's head bar, which was still very deserted, and basically no students would choose to come here for a glass of butter beer.

Regardless of the environment or the price, the three broom bars on the other side are more appropriate.

On the streets of Hogsmeade, Sherlock did not find the figure of the stray **** dog. It seemed to have left this wizarding town and went elsewhere.

"Didn't you call your two German colleagues this time?" Sherlock asked curiously

Shilk shook his head~lightnovelpub.net~ We are not colleagues, they have their mission. "

"Then how do we get into that underground headquarters? Where's the entrance?"

Sherlock touched his chin and looked at the building in front of him and asked.

Silk was silently looking at the counter behind the dirty window of the bar. The dirty old man who knocked them out last time was behind the counter, wiping the glass with a dark rag.

"In the lobby of this bar."

Sherlock followed her gaze and saw the wooden counter.

"You mean the place at the counter?"

"Um."

"That would be difficult." He frowned. "It's definitely not possible during the day. We have to wait until the evening, or simply go inside and open a room."