As Lupin said, after finding Snape who asked him to help with a substitute, he happily agreed.

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

After Lupin and Sherlock found Snape together and asked him to help him with a substitute, Snape looked at them sneered, or to be precise, he should have looked at Lupin with a sneer.

"Since you have begged me for help like this, I will naturally agree without grudges."

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

"That's really thank you for your magnanimity. Snape, I will bring you my teaching progress and the next teaching preparations later. You can..."

Snape interrupted him coldly.

"Don't tell me this. I'm a substitute class. Then I naturally know what to teach students. You don't need to tell me!"

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

Sherlock stared at Snape with a dead fish's eyes.

"I only have one sixth-grade class this week, and it's a practical class. Just watch from the side and don't let students have any accidents. There is no need for any teaching steps. If you are willing to serve, I will go to Professor McGonagall if you don't want to serve."

Snape was obviously dissatisfied with Sherlock's tone, but he hummed twice, as if he wanted to make some harsh words, but in the end he still didn't say it, just said it coldly.

“I will handle it.”

Sherlock looked at Snape suspiciously. He always felt that this was not like Snape's personality at all. He was ready to ask Professor McGonagall for help just now, but who knew that he really compromised and agreed.

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

"Did you have had any holidays with Snape before?"

Lupin's face showed a memorial expression, and he forced himself to smile and said.

"I'm sorry for him."

"Ah~ what you said is too ambiguous."

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

"I need to go back to Germany."

Sherlock slumped on the chair and said sadly.

"Ah, so after completing the goal, I am ready to cross the river and destroy the bridge. Are you unloading the mill and killing the donkey? Don't you plan to worry about me and go back and seek credit directly?"

Shilk didn't care about Sherlock's tone of being homeless, she knew he was joking.

"In addition to sending Federtic back, the ministry helped me meet an old fairy who has lived from the time of the goblin rebellion to the present. He may know something about the box around your neck, and will come back when I understand it clearly."

Sherlock nodded sadly.

"Then I can only rely on you to have some conscience, don't throw me away..."

Just before he finished his depressed words, Shilk suddenly walked up to him, bent down and gave him a hug.

"Thanks."

Sherlock was stunned on the spot. He only felt a soft body contacting him for a moment, and then he was about to leave.

He realized it after a while, but Shilk had already left at this time.

He continued to slump on the chair, his nose echoing the faint fragrance unique to the girl. He looked at the ceiling with his eyes blankly and muttered in a low voice.

"Thank you just hug me? Who do you think of me? Humph, at least you have to hug me for a few more seconds..."

......

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

When walking on the road, I stared at the ground all the time, feeling that I might pick up something good from the ground.

While eating in the auditorium, everyone was suspicious, thinking that it was possible to catch it anytime, anywhere, and sneak into Black who was once again in Hogwarts.

But throughout the day, he neither picked up money nor caught Black, nor had any kind-hearted adults willing to help him sign the school leave consent form.

This day was very ordinary, no difference from usual.

This made Harry, who returned to the lounge at night, wonder.

"Will Professor Forrest's blessing delay the onset of the attack? In fact, it's better to delay it. The day after tomorrow we will face the Quidditch match of Hufflepuff. I hope good luck can be reflected in the game."

Ron couldn't answer Harry's question, nor was he in the mood to answer. He was keeping Banban tightly in his pocket, always guarding against Crook Mountain in Hermione's arms, who was eager to try to pounce on him.

This semester, there have been many quarrels over the two of them, but none of them has tried to compromise.

Finally, they ended in the common room again.

It was not until the next day that Harry realized that not only did he not regain his luck under Sherlock's blessing, but his luck seemed to have worsened.

This Black Magic Defense class was attended by Snape because Professor Lupin was not feeling well.

It is certainly not a pleasant class to have Snape's class, and it can even be said to be extremely bad.

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

The weather these days is very bad. Since last night, it has been storms and rains. The strong wind outside is hitting the window, making a "bangbang" sound.

No one spoke any further during the whole class except after Hermione and Ron were taught a lesson after being told.

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

His voice was so fierce, just like he had a werewolf enemy.

Finally, I finally got over this class, and the students ran out of the black magic defense class classroom as if they were escaping.

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

Hermione has a much more perspective on things than they do.

"Professor may have something wrong with his body. Don't forget that he was not in good condition when we met him yesterday, and under normal circumstances, if there was anything wrong with Professor Lupin, he would have asked Professor Forrest to take the place instead of Snape, unless both of them had a problem at the same time."

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

They knocked on the door of the office of the Black Magic Defense Class on the third floor. After a weak "Please enter" came from inside, they pushed the door and walked in.

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

He seemed to have transformed his chair into a recliner with a cup of steaming black tea in his hand, sitting by the window with a blanket covering his legs, drinking tea slowly while watching the storm outside.

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

He looked at Sherlock's current state, and he was indeed very similar to a patient.

Sherlock half-squinted his eyes, moved his eyes 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 do you guys come here to ask this?"

Hermione explained to him.

"Because Professor Lupin is also sick today, it was Professor Snape who gave us the lesson, so let's think about why it's not you."

"I know Lupin is sick." Sherlock took a sip of the black tea in the cup, "How is Snape's lesson for you today?"

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

They said everything Snape had just said in class.

After listening to their story, Sherlock couldn't help but wonder.

"He insisted on giving a lesson to the werewolf?"

"Yes! And professor," Harry quietly ran to Sherlock, like a 25-year-old who wanted to sow discord, and said in a low voice, "I think Professor Lupin's illness may have something to do with Snape. At the beginning of the day, I saw him sending Professor Lupin a bowl of potion and let him drink it in front of him."

Sherlock patted his head and slapped him aside.

"Just say anything, I can deduct tens of Gryffindor from professor. If I have nothing to do, go back to the lounge and stay by myself. Don't bother me here."

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

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

"The potion, werewolf, there are conflicts. I've been uncomfortable these days. The moon is very round at night..."

"Impossible?"

Sherlock seemed to be asking and answering questions. After the question, he shook his head and continued to install the body on the recliner.

The rain outside was getting heavier and heavier. At the same time, a white lightning flashed across the horizon, and then the thunder came one after another.

Thunderstorm is coming.

The next morning, Sherlock woke up early.

It was still raining outside, and it had been all day and night, and there was no intention of stopping.

He stretched out and went out to the auditorium for breakfast. He felt that today was obviously better than the previous two days. Then when he was about to return to his office, he found that the students and the professor were walking out of the castle.

Sherlock watched them walk out of the castle with umbrellas in confusion, and casually pulled a student and asked.

"What day is today?"

"It's Gryffindor vs Hufflepuff's Quidditch game, Professor Forrest."

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

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

Sherlock looked at him and remembered his name.

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

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

Sherlock shrugged as he looked at the back of the student named Cedric Diggory.

"Anyway, I'm idle, go and have a look."
Chapter completed!