When the curse class was over, Harry and the others did not leave.

Instead, he lay in front of the windowsill and silently looked at the orange-red sun slowly falling in the sky.

The sunset is beautiful, but none of the three of them is 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 the rest of his life that he is a crow's mouth?" Harry said.

"Whenever he doubts or others remind him, as long as he experiments with his crow's mouth, he will definitely develop as he says. He will never know what his crow's mouth looks like when he has no doubt."

Hermione thought, and she shook her head.

"No, this is what happened when we reminded Professor Forrest of the crow's mouth. If the professor himself began to doubt, no one knew what the result would be."

Ron was very pessimistic.

"Will the professor doubt something is wrong with him?"

The three of them were silent again. They looked at the gorgeous sunset from afar, not knowing whether they were silent for Sherlock that she might never know the truth in their lifetime, or for the future where they and Sherlock were together.

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

"You said, can we use the professor to make a wish cup after being reminded to know the crow's mouth to fulfill some of our wishes?"

His idea was very beautiful, and even Harry was moved.

Semo's performance in class today gave them endless confidence, feeling that their Professor Forrest can do anything in the Wish Cup state!

However, Hermione poured a basin of cold water on each of them.

"Stop dreaming, think about what conditions are when Professor Forrest's crow's mouth triggered. He requires that what he thinks in his heart and what he says is consistent with what he says in his mouth to succeed. This is definitely the same in his wishing cup state. Not only do he have to say it, but he also really thinks in his heart."

Hermione stared at them.

"Do you think your wish to make Professor Forrest realize is what the professor really thinks that way?"

Ron and Harry were both disappointed again.

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

What's more, the probability of these two things is too low, much lower than the probability of Semo performing extraordinaryly in a spell class, which is basically zero.

Especially Harry's wishes.

The three of them finally returned to the dormitory with a complicated mood.

The discovery tested from Sherlock seems to have not changed much in their lives, but it seems to have changed something.

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

Inadvertently, he glanced at the sunset that was slowly getting dark outside the window, and remembered that Harry and the others came to him this morning and told him to do a crow mouth test.

He looked at the cloudless sky and said to himself.

"I knew I couldn't have any poisonous milk, it was nonsense."

......

Time has come this week before Halloween.

This weekend is the first Hogsmeade week of this semester, and Professor McGonagall is collecting parent consent forms for third-year students.

Only students who have received parental approval and signed the consent form can leave school on weekends and go to Hogsmead for a pleasant day.

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

Thinking about his experience during the summer vacation, Aunt Penny could not sign her name on the consent form.

At Ron's instigation, he also tried to ask Professor McGonagall, but the selfless 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 still go to Hogsmeade this weekend without the parent's consent?"

Ron's performance was vivid.

"Professor he would definitely say, "Oh, Harry, I don't think it's possible, Professor McGonagall will not break the rules of the school for whom."

"And 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 extrajudicial grace!"

Harry held his face, he was not moved by the plan Ron said.

"Stop dreaming. We have consulted the professor to cooperate with the experiments so many times. I'm afraid that before my question was halfway through, Professor Forrest kicked me out and asked me to play aside."

"But we always have to think of ways to not leave you alone in school, right?"

Hermione said with a frown.

"I think it may not be a good thing to keep Harry in school. He is the safest thing to stay in the castle."

Because Hermione has a new pet cat, Crook Hill, this year, and has always shown obvious hostility towards Ron's mouse spots, their relationship is very bad now.

"In Hogsmeade Week, there are so many people in that town. As long as Black has a little brain, how could he attack Harry!" Ron argued, "You never care about other people's feelings every time! Harry himself wants to go out!"

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

Finally, on the day of Hogsmeade, he stayed alone at school.

He was walking in the corridor bored, thinking about whether to go to Sherlock's office to see what he was doing, the witch in a black robe and a wide hood covering half of his face suddenly flew past him.

Harry was stunned when he looked at her back.

This was the second time he saw this strange witch in a castle this semester. The last time she and Sherlock left together in the auditorium on the first day of school.

Until now, Harry finally noticed that she came out of a room on this floor.

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

But this semester has been starting at almost two months, and Harry has never seen her go to the auditorium for dinner, nor has she seen her come out to walk around.

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

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

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

Sherlock has something else to be busy with this semester, and this "other thing" is likely to have something to do with this witch!

Shilk noticed Harry from the beginning of his follower.

But instead of exposing or making any other moves, she walked straight to Sherlock's office.

Sherlock was working on a magic book in the office and studying the disappearance spell. Looking at Shilk who was knocking in the door, he raised his eyebrows.

"It took so long to come to me. Did the other person reply to you?"

Shilk's words are still short.

"The location of the Fairy Underground Command."

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

"Where do you think it is hidden?"

“It’s possible.”

They walked out of the office, and Sherlock saw Harry hurriedly hid behind the wall at a glance.

He instantly guessed why Harry appeared here.

Sherlock sighed helplessly.

"He came after you?"

Shilk nodded slightly.

Sherlock walked straight to the corner, grabbed Harry's back collar and grabbed him out.

"If you don't go to Hogsmeade with Ron Hermione on the big weekend, why are you here to follow me?"

Harry said aggrievedly when he heard his words.

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

"Then you follow me? I saw that when you return to Hogwarts, you are hard to change your nature. I forgot everything I taught you before."

Sherlock knocked him in the head and drove him aside.

"Go and find someone else to play. Lupin is good. He should be thinking about how to get a Grindello so that he can teach you."

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

"Then what are you going to do?"

Sherlock glared at him.

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

Harry finally left with a lot of curiosity.

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

“He’s very different.”

After Harry left, Shilk looked at his back and said something unexpectedly.
To be continued...