Chapter 135 Thank You Gift

As Lupin said, after finding Snape and asking him to substitute for the class, he readily agreed.

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

After Lupin and Sherlock found Snape together and asked him to substitute for the class, Snape looked at them with a sneer, or more precisely, at Lupin with a sneer.

"Since you have asked me for help like this, I will naturally agree to it regardless of the past."

His tone was obviously a bit sarcastic, but Lupin was still gentle.

"Thank you very much for your magnanimity, Snape, I will bring you my teaching progress and the next teaching preparation later, you can..."

Snape interrupted him coldly.

"Don't tell me this, I am substituting for the class, so I naturally know what to teach the students, and you don't need to tell me!"

Lupin didn't care about his attitude, smiled bitterly and shook his head, and stopped talking.

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 and make sure nothing happens to the students. There's no need for any teaching steps. If you're willing to take over, you can. If not, I'll go find Professor McGonagall."

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

"I'll take care of it."

Sherlock looked at Snape suspiciously. He always felt that this was not like Snape's character at all. He had just prepared to ask Professor McGonagall for help, but who knew that he actually agreed to it.

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

"Did you have any grudges with Snape before?"

Lupin's face showed a nostalgic expression, and he said with a forced smile.

"I am sorry for him."

"Ah~ What you said is too ambiguous."

Lupin didn't want to say it clearly, and Sherlock didn't continue to ask. As soon as he left Snape's office and returned to his own office, Silk knocked on the door and walked in.

"I need to go back to Germany."

Sherlock slumped in the chair and said melancholy.

"Ah, so you are ready to cross the river and destroy the bridge after completing the goal? You don't plan to care about me and go back to take credit directly?"

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

"In addition to sending Fiddlesticks back, the Ministry helped me meet an old goblin who has lived from the goblin rebellion to the present. He may know something about the box on your neck. I will come back when I understand it clearly."

Sherlock nodded sadly.

"Then I can only hope that you still have some conscience and don't throw me away after using me..."

Just before he finished his dejected words, Silk suddenly walked up to him, bent down and gave him a gentle hug.

"Thank you."

Sherlock was stunned on the spot. He only felt a soft body touching him for a moment, and then left.

It took him a while to react, but Silk had already left.

He continued to slump in the chair, his nose still echoing the faint fragrance unique to girls, while staring at the ceiling with lifeless eyes, muttering softly.

"Just a hug to say thank you? Who do you think I am? Humph, at least you should hug me for a few more seconds..."

......

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

He stared at the ground every moment when walking on the road, thinking that he might pick up something good from the ground.

When eating in the hall, everyone looked suspicious, thinking that Black could be caught at any time and sneak into Hogwarts again.

But throughout the day, he neither picked up money nor caught Black, and there was no kind adult willing to help him sign the consent form for leaving school.

This day was very ordinary, no different from usual.

This made Harry very puzzled when he returned to the common room at night.

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

Ron couldn't answer Harry's question, and he was not in the mood to answer. He was protecting Scabbers tightly in his pocket, and was always on guard against Crookshanks who was eager to pounce in Hermione's arms.

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

In the end, they parted unhappily in the common room again.

It was not until the next day's Defense Against the Dark Arts class that Harry discovered that not only had his luck not improved with Sherlock's blessing, but his luck seemed to have even gotten worse.

Because Professor Lupin was unwell, Snape took over the Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

Of course, a class with Snape was not a pleasant one, and it could even be said to be terrible.

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 windows, making a "bang bang bang" sound.

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

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

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

After a lot of effort, they finally got through this class, and the students ran out of the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom as if they were escaping.

"Why did Professor Forrest's crow's mouth fail again?" Harry said puzzledly.

Hermione thought about things from many more angles than they did.

"Professor, something may have happened to him. Don't forget that he was not in a good condition when we saw him yesterday. And under normal circumstances, if Professor Lupin had any problems, Professor Forrest would be asked to take the class instead of Snape, unless both of them were busy at the same time."

Hermione's words made sense. The three of them then discussed for a moment at the stairs and decided to go to Sherlock's office together.

They knocked on the door of the Defense Against the Dark Arts office on the third floor, and after a weak "Come in" came from inside, they pushed the door and walked in.

As soon as Harry and the others entered the room, they saw Sherlock lying on the recliner.

He seemed to have used Transfiguration to turn his armchair into a recliner, and at the same time he was holding a cup of steaming black tea in his hand. He was sitting by the window, with a blanket covering his legs, drinking tea leisurely while watching the storm outside.

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

He looked at Sherlock's current state and he really looked like a patient.

Sherlock half-closed his eyes, turned his sight away from the rain outside the window, and looked at Harry and the other three.

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

Hermione explained to him.

"Because Professor Lupin was also sick today, it was Professor Snape who took our class, and we thought about why it wasn't you."

"I know Lupin is sick." Sherlock took a sip of the black tea in the cup, "By the way, how was Snape's class with you today?"

When he asked this, Harry and the other three finally had a place to complain.

They talked one after another, telling me what Snape had just done in class.

After listening to their stories, Sherlock couldn't help but feel a little puzzled.

"He insisted on teaching about werewolves for a whole class?"

"Yes! And professor," Harry quietly ran to Sherlock, like a traitor who wanted to sow discord, and whispered, "I think Professor Lupin's illness may be related to Snape. I saw him send a bowl of potion to Professor Lupin some time ago and let him drink it in front of him."

Sherlock patted his head and slapped him aside.

"Say whatever you want. I can deduct ten points from Gryffindor for slandering the professor. If you have nothing to do, go back to the lounge and stay by yourself. Don't bother me here."

Harry saw that he didn't believe it and had no choice, so he 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, muttering to himself in a low voice.

"Potion, werewolf, conflict, I feel uncomfortable these days, the moon is very round at night..."

"Isn't it possible?"

Sherlock seemed to be asking and answering himself. After asking, he shook his head and continued to pretend to be a corpse on the recliner.

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

The thunderstorm is coming.

The next morning, Sherlock woke up early.

It was still raining heavily outside. It had been raining for a whole day and night, and there was no sign of stopping.

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

Sherlock looked at them with difficulty walking out of the castle with umbrellas in confusion, and casually pulled a student over and asked.

"What day is it today?"

"It's the Quidditch match between Gryffindor and Hufflepuff, Professor Forrest."

The tall and handsome boy who answered his question said with a smile.

"I hope you can support us. I am the captain of the Hufflepuff team."

Sherlock looked at him and remembered his name.

"It's Diggory, I didn't expect you to be the captain of the team now."

"I have to get ready quickly, bye, professor."

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

"I'm free anyway, let's go and take a look"