Latest website: As Lupin said, after finding Snape and offering him to help out, he readily agreed.

Of course, this Xin Ran is not the kind of Xin Ran that ordinary people understand.

After Lupin and Sherlock found Snape together and asked him to help with a substitute lesson, Snape looked at them with a sneer, or Lupin sneered.

"Since you have begged me for help like this, I will naturally agree regardless of previous suspicions."

His tone was obviously yin and yang, but Lupin was still gentle.

"Thank you so much for your magnanimity, Snape, I'll bring you my teaching progress and preparations for the next teaching later, you can..."

Snape cut him off grimly.

"Don't tell me this, I am the substitute, then I naturally know what to teach the students, you don't need to tell me!"

Lupin didn't care about his attitude, shook his head with a wry smile, and didn't speak.

Sherlock stared at Snape with dead fish eyes.

"I only have one sixth grade class this week, and it's a practical class. You just need to watch by the side and don't let the students have any accidents. No teaching steps are required. If you want to do it for you, do it for you. If so, I'll go to Professor McGonagall."

Snape was obviously dissatisfied with Sherlock's tone, but he grunted twice, as if he wanted to say something cruel, but in the end he didn't say it, just said it coldly.

"I'll take care of it."

Sherlock looked at Snape suspiciously. He always felt that this was nothing like Snape's character at all. Just now, he was already ready to go to Professor McGonagall for help. Who knew that he would actually resigned and agreed. down.

Lupin didn't think so much, and after he left Snape's office with Sherlock, Sherlock looked at him curiously.

"Have you had any festivities with Snape before?"

Lupin's face showed a look of remorse, and he said with a forced smile.

"I'm sorry for him."

"Hey~ what you said is too ambiguous."

Lupin didn't want to say it clearly, and Sherlock didn't continue to ask. He just left Snape's office and returned to his office when Silk knocked on the door and walked in.

"I need to go back to Germany."

Sherlock slumped on the chair and said melancholy.

"Ah, so after completing the goal, you are going to cross the river and demolish the bridge, unloading the mill and killing the donkey? Don't you plan to go back and claim credit?"

Sherlock didn't care about Sherlock's dejected tone, she knew he was joking.

"In addition to sending Fiddlesticks back, the ministry helped me meet with an old goblin who has lived since the goblin rebellion until now. He may know something about the box around your neck, and I'll come back when I know more. ."

Sherlock nodded sadly.

"Then I can only trust you to have a little conscience, don't throw me away when you run out..."

Just when his dejected words were not finished, Shilk suddenly walked up to him, bent down and gave him a soft hug.

"thanks."

Sherlock was stunned on the spot, he only felt a soft body touch him, and then he left.

He didn't react until after a while, but by this time Shilk had already left.

He continued to slump on the chair, and the tip of his nose still reverberated with the faint fragrance that is unique to girls. He muttered softly while staring at the ceiling with his eyes blank.

"Just a hug to thank you? Who do you think of me? Hmph, at least hug for a few more seconds..."

......

Harry was super excited after being "blessed" by Sherlock.

Walking on the road, I stared at the ground all the time, thinking that I might pick up something good from the ground.

When eating in the Great Hall, everyone is suspicious, thinking that it is possible to catch him anytime and anywhere, and sneak into Black at Hogwarts again.

But at the end of the day, he neither picked up the money, nor caught Blake, nor did he have any kind-hearted adults willing to help him sign the consent form to leave the school.

This day has been very ordinary, and it is no different from normal.

This made Harry puzzled when he returned to the lounge at night.

"Could it be that Professor Forrest's blessing will delay the onset? In fact, it's better to delay it a little bit. The day after tomorrow is our Quidditch match against Hufflepuff. I hope good luck can be reflected in the match."

Ron couldn't answer Harry's question, and he was in no mood to answer. He was tightly protecting Scabbers in his pocket, always guarding Crookshanks in Hermione's arms who was ready to pounce.

This semester, because of their pets, they have quarreled many times, but neither side has tried to compromise.

Finally broke up again in the common room.

It wasn't until the next day's Defense Against the Dark Arts class that Harry realized that not only did he not transfer under Sherlock's blessing, but his luck seemed to have worsened.

This Defence Against the Dark Arts class was given by Snape because Professor Lupin was unwell.

A class with Snape certainly wasn't a pleasant one, and it was a terrible one.

At the beginning of the class, he ignored Professor Lupin's previous progress, and directly told them the last part of the third grade - werewolves.

The weather these days is very bad. Since last night, it has been stormy and rainy. The strong wind outside is hitting the window, making a "bang-bang-bang" sound.

In the whole class, except for Hermione and Ron who were taught a lesson at the beginning, no one spoke.

Only Snape kept walking between the desks, teaching them how to identify and kill werewolves.

His voice was so fierce, as if he had a werewolf enemy.

Finally, the class was finally over, and the students ran out of the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom as if they were running away.

"Why is Professor Forrest's crow's mouth not working again?" Harry said puzzled.

Hermione thought about things from a lot more angles than they did.

"Professor something may have happened to him, don't forget he wasn't in great shape when we saw him yesterday, and under normal circumstances, if something happened to Professor Lupin, Professor Forrest would have been called in too. Substitute instead of Snape, unless they both have business at the same time."

What Hermione said made sense, and the three of them discussed at the stairs for a while and decided to go to Sherlock's office together.

They knocked on the door of the Defence Against the Dark Arts office on the third floor, and after a feeble "please come in" came from inside, they pushed the door and walked in.

Harry and the others saw Sherlock lying on the deck chair as soon as they entered the door.

He seems to have used transfiguration to turn his armchair into a reclining chair. At the same time, he is holding a cup of steaming black tea in his hand. He is sitting by the window with a blanket on his legs, drinking tea leisurely while watching The storm outside.

"Professor, are you sick?" Harry asked hesitantly.

Looking at Sherlock's current state, he really looked like a patient.

Sherlock half-squinted his eyes, looked away from the rainy scenery outside the window, and looked at the three of them Harry.

"No, I'm not sick, I'm just in a bad mood, but why did you come to me specifically to ask this?"

Hermione explained to him.

"Because Professor Lupin is also sick today, Professor Snape gave us a substitute class, we will think about why not you."

"I know Lupin is sick." Sherlock took a sip of the black tea in the cup. "How about the class Snape gave you today?"

When he asked this question, Harry and the three finally had a place to pour their grievances.

They told me what Snape had just said in class.

Sherlock couldn't help but wonder after listening to them.

"The werewolf he insisted on teaching a lesson?"

"Yes! And Professor," Harry quietly ran in front of Sherlock, like a two-fifth boy trying to sow discord, and whispered, "I think Professor Lupin's illness may have something to do with Snape. , I saw him send a bowl of potion to Professor Lupin and let him drink it in front of him."

Sherlock patted him on the head and patted him aside.

"Just talk nonsense about anything. I can deduct ten points from Gryffindor for slandering the professor. If you have nothing to do, just go back to the lounge and stay by yourself. Don't bother me here."

Seeing that he couldn't believe it, Harry said goodbye to Sherlock and left his office.

After they all left, Sherlock continued to stare at the heavy rain outside the window in a daze, and he muttered to himself in a low voice.

"Potion, werewolf, there are contradictions, the last few days are uncomfortable, the moon at night is very round..."

"Unlikely, right?"

Sherlock seemed to be asking and answering his own questions. After he finished the question, he shook his head and continued to load the corpse on the reclining chair.

The rain outside was getting heavier and heavier, and at the same time, a white lightning flashed across the sky, followed by rolling thunder.

Thunderstorm is coming.

Sherlock woke up early the next morning.

It was still raining heavily outside, it had been raining all day and night, and there was no intention to stop.

He stretched out and went out to the auditorium to have breakfast. He felt that he was in a better mood today than the previous two days. Then, when he was about to go back to his office, he found that the students and professors were walking outside the castle. .

Sherlock watched in confusion as they walked out of the castle with an umbrella~lightnovelpub.net~ and asked a random student.

"What day is it today?"

"Gryffindor versus Hufflepuff Quidditch, Professor Forrest."

It was a tall and handsome boy who answered his question, he said with a smile.

"Hope you can support us, I'm the captain of the Hufflepuffs."

Sherlock looked at him and remembered his name.

"It turned out to be Diggory. I didn't expect you to be the team captain now."

"I'm going to get ready soon, goodbye, professor."

Looking at the back of the student named Cedric Diggory, Sherlock shrugged.

"I'm free anyway, let's have a look"