Chapter 128 Open a Room

When the Charms class was over, none of the three of them left.

Instead, they lay on the windowsill, silently watching the orange-red sun 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 that he is a crow's mouth in his life?" Harry said.

"Whenever he doubts, or someone reminds him, he just experiments on his crow's mouth, and it will definitely develop as he says. He will never know what his crow's mouth looks like when he doesn't doubt it."

Hermione thought, and she shook her head.

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

Ron was very pessimistic.

"Will the professor ever suspect that something is wrong with him?"

The three of them fell silent again. They looked at the gorgeous sunset from afar. They didn't know whether they were mourning for Sherlock who might never know the truth in his life, or for their future with Sherlock.

The silence lasted for a long time. After a while, Ron suddenly said something.

"What do you think? Can we use the fact that the professor turned into a wishing cup after being reminded of the crow's mouth to fulfill some of our wishes?"

His idea was so beautiful that even Harry was tempted.

Seamus's performance in class today gave them endless confidence. They felt that their Professor Forrest was omnipotent in the wishing cup state!

However, Hermione poured cold water on each of them.

"Don't dream. Think about the conditions when Professor Forrest's crow's mouth is triggered. It requires that what he thinks in his heart and what he says in his mouth are consistent in order to succeed. It must be the same in the wishing cup state. Not only does he have to say it, but he also has to really think so in his heart."

Hermione stared at them.

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

Ron and Harry were disappointed again.

Indeed, it is impossible for Professor Forrest to believe that the Weasley family will become rich overnight and that Harry's parents will come back to life.

Moreover, the probability of these two things is too low, much lower than the probability of Seamus performing exceptionally well in a spell class, basically equal to zero.

Especially Harry's wish.

The three of them finally returned to the dormitory with mixed feelings.

The findings from the test on Sherlock seemed to have no change in their lives, but it seemed to have changed something.

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

He accidentally glanced at the sunset outside the window that was slowly darkening, and remembered that Harry and the others came to him this morning to ask him to conduct a crow's mouth test.

He looked at the cloudless sky and said to himself.

"I knew I couldn't have any bad words. It's just nonsense."

......

Time came to the week before Halloween.

This weekend is the first Hogsmeade Week of this semester. Professor McGonagall is collecting parental consent forms for third-year students.

Only students who have obtained parental approval and signed the consent form can leave school on the weekend and go to Hogsmeade to spend a happy day.

Ron and Hermione's parents signed their consent forms, only Harry didn't.

Thinking about his experience in the summer vacation, there was no way Aunt Petunia would sign her name on the consent form.

At Ron's instigation, he also tried to ask Professor McGonagall, but the iron-faced Professor McGonagall certainly 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 performed very vividly.

“The professor will definitely say, “Oh, Harry, I don’t think it’s possible. Professor McGonagall will not break the school rules for anyone.”

“Then with the 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 mercy!”

Harry pulled a face, he was not moved by the plan mentioned by Ron.

“Don’t dream, we have asked the professor to cooperate with so many experiments, I’m afraid that before I asked half of my questions, Professor Forrest kicked me out and asked me to go play on the side.”

“But we have to think of a way. We can’t leave you alone in school, right?”

Hermione said with a frown.

"I think it's not necessarily a bad thing to let Harry stay in school. He is safest in the castle."

Because Hermione got a new pet cat Crookshanks this year, and has always shown obvious hostility to Ron's mouse Scabbers, their relationship is not good now.

"During Hogsmeade Week, there are so many people in that town. If Black still has a little brain, how could he attack Harry!" Ron argued, "You never care about other people's feelings! Harry himself wants to go out too!"

Although Harry really wanted to go out, he didn't want to see his two friends quarreling.

In the end, he stayed in school alone on the day of Hogsmeade Week.

He was strolling in the corridor bored, and was thinking about whether to go to Sherlock's office to see what he was doing, when the witch in a black robe with a large hood covering half of her face suddenly passed by him.

Harry was stunned when he looked at her back.

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

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

In other words, she had actually been living in Hogwarts all along!

But this semester had been almost two months since the start of the school year, and Harry had never seen her go to the hall to eat, nor had he seen her walk out.

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

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

He thought of what Hermione said when he first met this witch.

Sherlock had other things to do this semester, and this "other thing" was likely related to this witch!

Silk noticed Harry from the moment he followed her.

But she didn't expose it or make any other moves, but went straight to Sherlock's office.

Sherlock was holding a magic book in the office and studying the vanishing spell. Looking at Silk who knocked on the door and walked in, he raised his eyebrows.

"It took you so long to come to me. Did they reply to your letter?"

Silk's words were still brief.

"The location of the goblin underground headquarters."

Sherlock stood up from the chair, picked up the robe from the hanger beside him and put it on.

"Where do you think it is hidden?"

"It's possible."

They walked out of the office, and then Sherlock saw Harry who hurriedly hid behind the wall.

He instantly guessed why Harry appeared here.

Sherlock sighed helplessly.

"Did he come after you?"

Silk nodded slightly.

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

"Why don't you go to Hogsmeade with Ron and Hermione on the weekend? Why are you following me?"

Harry said with grievance after hearing his words.

"No one signed for me. Professor McGonagall wouldn't let me go out."

"So you followed me? I think you are hard to change after returning to Hogwarts. You forgot everything I taught you before."

Sherlock knocked on his head and drove him aside.

"Go find someone else to play with. Lupin is a good choice. He should be in his office now thinking about how to get a Grindylow so that he can teach you."

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

"What are you going to do?"

Sherlock glared at him.

"Do we need to report to you about what we are going to do? Are you Professor Dumbledore or Minister of Magic Fudge?"

Harry finally left with a belly full of curiosity.

He knew that some things were better not to ask, but he couldn't help thinking about them, so he had to force himself to listen to Sherlock and go to Lupin's office to find him.

"He's very different."

After Harry left, Silk looked at his back and spoke a few words.

Sherlock shrugged.

"Of course he's different. The future of the entire wizarding world depends on him."

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

"Shut up."

Sherlock looked helplessly at the witch who interrupted him rudely and then walked in front of him. He could only follow from behind.

"I say you guys are really, at least have some manners. It's not good to interrupt others casually, you know?"

They left the gate of Hogwarts, and the Dementors were still wandering around the school.

Although they hadn't seen Black for two whole months, they were still patiently waiting here, waiting for him to fall into the trap.

Arriving at Hogsmeade, the town is now full of students.

This day of Hogsmeade Week is always the busiest time for this wizard town. The famous candy store "Honeydukes" in the entire British wizarding world is crowded, and Sherlock also saw Ron in the crowded crowd.

He saw Percy in Madam Puddifoot's Tea House. He was dating a girl inside. Through the window, Sherlock saw clearly that the girl who was kissing him inside was Penelope Clearwater, the head girl of Ravenclaw College.

They seemed to be in the stage of passionate love, and they were inseparable every day.

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

Sherlock was stunned for a moment, and then he came back to his senses and figured out what she was saying.

"What are you thinking about? The two inside are my students!"

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

"Professor Forrest?"

Sherlock looked at the source of the voice, it was Hermione.

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

"Hermione? You bought a lot of parchment?"

"Yes, Professor. I wanted to buy it at the Wenrenju Quill Pen Shop, but something happened to that shop before. Now the shop has been transferred. Although it still sells stationery, it has been renamed the Bans Quill Pen Shop. Maybe the owner of the shop next door bought it..."

Hermione stared at Sherlock and Silk while talking, and occasionally glanced at Mrs. Puddifoot's Tea House next to her, which is a famous couple's sanctuary.

Sherlock noticed her little action and couldn't help but say speechlessly.

"Don't think about it. I came out for work. This is Ms. Silk from the German Ministry of Magic."

Hermione showed a look of realization on her face. She was not a fool like Harry and Ron. After Sherlock's brief introduction, she didn't misunderstand anything.

She bowed her head.

"Then I won't bother you, Professor. I'm going to find Ron first. Goodbye."

"Goodbye."

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

They came to the Hog's Head Pub, which was still very deserted. Basically, no students would choose to come here to drink a glass of butter beer.

Whether it is the environment or the price, the three broom bars on the other side are more suitable.

On the streets of Hogsmeade, Sherlock did not find the figure of the stray black dog. It seemed that it had left this wizard town and ran to other places.

"Aren't you going to call your two German colleagues this time?" Sherlock asked curiously

Silk shook his head.

"We are not colleagues. They have their mission."

"Then how do we enter the underground headquarters? Where is the entrance?"

Sherlock asked, touching his chin and looking at the building in front of him.

Silk silently looked at the counter behind the dirty window of the bar. The dirty old man who kicked them out last time was behind the counter, wiping the wine glass with a black rag.

"In the lobby of this bar."

Sherlock followed her gaze and saw the wooden counter.

"You mean the counter?"

"Yeah."

"That's difficult." He frowned, "It's definitely not possible during the day. We have to wait until night, or just get a room inside."