When Harry knocked on the door, Sherlock was having breakfast. He was holding a sandwich in one hand and a Prophet Daily in the other, discussing the news with Shilk.

"This year's Quidditch World Cup final was held in the UK, with Ireland vs. Bulgaria. I know you have no interest in Quidditch, and I am not very enthusiastic, but it's always good to go out and have a look."

"I've bought two tickets, well, it's not actually what I bought. Kingsley transferred the two tickets from himself and Moody to me. After the World Championship, their work will become busier and they don't have time to watch..."

When she remembered the knock on the door, Sherlock had already learned who was coming through the control of the magic.

He snapped his fingers casually and the living room door opened by itself.

Harry ran in from outside the door with breath, bent over, supported his knee with his hands, and spoke as soon as he entered the door.

"I, I am a professor who sneaked out. There is one I don't know whether it's important or not, but my mother thinks it's very important to me..."

Just as he was breathlessly talking, he suddenly discovered the stunning but extremely strange girl sitting on the dining table.

Harry grew up and looked at Shilk who was drinking the milk in his glass, then turned to look at Sherlock whose eyes were still not moving away from the Prophet Daily.

"Teacher Professor, am I here right?

Sherlock only turned his gaze away from the newspaper and flicked his finger gently. Although he and Harry had not had direct contact, Harry could still feel that something suddenly had his forehead bounced.

"What's wrong with it, Ai... You should have seen Vera last semester. She appeared in the castle with that big hat many times. She is now living in my house temporarily. Well... is it my niece? sister? or...?"

Regarding the title, Sherlock seemed to have no choice but to make decisions alone. He turned to look at Shilk and tested several titles.

Shilk said seriously with a stern face.

"I am one year older than you, and we have no blood relationship. You and my father, you and I are all in their own way. Now we are friends."

Sherlock coughed twice.

"Okay, it's a friend."

Harry looked at the girl who was blindfolded with black ribbons, beautiful enough to make people lose their minds. After Sherlock's reminder, he quickly thought about where he had seen her.

When the school started last semester, she went to the auditorium to find Sherlock with a hood covering most of her face. At that time, not only him, but also many students saw it.

"You can call her sister Shilk, this is my student Harry Potter, and you should have heard of his name." Sherlock introduced to each other.

Harry shouted respectfully with his head down.

"Hello, Sister Shilk."

After hearing Harry Potter's name, Hilk did not show many surprised or strange expressions on his face, but just nodded slightly and responded.

"Hello."

Sherlock helped Harry to pull out a chair and signaled him to sit down.

"Sit down if you have anything to do, and if you haven't eaten breakfast, I happened to make some more."

"Where is Aunt Penny..."

"It's okay. If you are worried, I'll send you back later and say I brought you out."

After hearing Sherlock say this, Harry breathed a sigh of relief and sat down at the dining table. Shilk got up and brought him a breakfast.

"I've had a dream, dreaming of Voldemort!" Harry drank half a glass of milk in one breath and said straight to the point.

Sherlock's movements of eating the sandwich were slightly served, and then he quickly returned to normal.

"Then what?"

"I saw him in a big dilapidated house, Peter kneeling beside him, as if they were discussing some secret plan, Peter was scared, but Voldemort insisted."

"Do you remember what they said?" Sherlock did not take this as a matter of a moment, but asked seriously.

Harry frowned and recalled for a moment, and soon shook his head with a frustration.

"I don't remember what they said, I forgot what they said as soon as I woke up."

"But when I woke up, the scar on my forehead hurts very much, as if I was burned with fire. This feeling was also felt when I was in the second grade. I probably encountered a basilisk monster at that time. Before each attack, my forehead hurts."

Sherlock solemnly put down the sandwich in his hand, signaled Harry to get closer, and carefully studied the lightning-shaped scar on his forehead.

"You can regard it as a kind of protection when the scar is hot. Whenever the protection magic detects that you can encounter danger, it will use this method to warn you. But it is really not normal to dream of Voldemort."

Sherlock looked at Harry and guessed.

"Did you deliberately think about Voldemort during the day?"

Harry could hear what Sherlock was guessing, and he shook his head.

"No, Aunt Penny asked me to trim the garden yesterday. She was so tired at night. After talking to her mother for a while, she fell asleep in bed."

Sherlock felt something was wrong, but couldn't say anything, so he touched his chin and looked at Shilk.

"What do you think?"

Shilk stared at Harry silently with her eyes blindfolded by black ribbons. She looked at him quietly for a while, and when he saw him fidgeting, she spoke softly.

"Doom and good luck are intertwined and mixed with each other, but bad luck is stronger, and you must be careful all year round."

Harry grew up and listened to Shilk saying this passage that looked like a prophecy but not a prophecy, and he was stunned for a long time and couldn't speak.

Until Sherlock bounced his forehead and he came back to his senses while covering his forehead.

"I heard that, not only the next year, but also every day in the future, you should be more careful. Do less reckless things. Before doing things, you should think clearly whether it is worth taking risks yourself. If something happens to you, it will not only represent you, but also your mother."

Harry looked heavy.

He obviously listened to Sherlock's words. He is indeed not just himself now. Lily is also in the protective magic on him. If something happens, it is not only himself but also dangerous. Professor Forrest took so many risks and wasted a lot of effort to make his mother have a little soul to survive, and something will happen with him at that time.

After breakfast at Sherlock, Sherlock personally sent Harry back to Dusley's house.
Chapter completed!