"Do you remember when the school started last semester, we met the black-robed witch in the auditorium who looked for Professor Forrest? It was her!"

Shilk's outfit was very conspicuous in Hogwarts. After Harry's reminder, Hermione and Ron remembered the figure covered in black robe just after a moment of recollection.

"That sister's name is Shilk?"

Hermione didn't know what to call her, so she simply called her sister like Harry.

"Professor Forrest introduced that he was named Vera Shilk, who was very beautiful, and was more beautiful than all the girls in Hogwarts, but she seemed to be unable to see anything and blindfolded her eyes with a ribbon."

There was a gossip in Ron's eyes.

"She is Professor Forrest's girlfriend? I haven't heard of any professor in Hogwarts who has family members!"

Harry shook his head and said hesitantly.

"That sister said that her relationship with the professor was a friend, but it was not clear to friends who were not that kind of relationship."

"Even if they haven't gotten that kind of relationship, they will definitely be extraordinary and they all live together."

"When we go to see the Quidditch game tomorrow, we can see if the professor has brought her with us."

"Good idea!"

The three of them were chatting about Sherlock's gossip on the sofa, and soon Mrs. Weasley prepared dinner. The Weasley family had more people, but now there were more Harry and Hermione, which made it even more lively.

After dinner, they went to bed early. Just after midnight and it was still dark, Mrs. Weasley woke them up and prepared to go to the Quidditch World Cup venue.

And Sherlock had no need to be so rushing.

He slept until noon. When he woke up, a "ping-pong" sound came from the kitchen, and Sherlock was not surprised by this.

Since Shilk failed to cook last time, he has been extremely confused about this matter, as if he didn't deserve to sit on the same table with Sherlock if he couldn't cook.

Whenever I have the chance, I walk into the kitchen, and there is a recipe floating around me, studying how to cook creamy soup or not fry eggs.

But as smart as her, she will have something she is not good at.

The naturally keen intuition seemed to disappear after entering the kitchen. When to put seasonings, when to turn over, when to use high fire, when to use low heat, and when to use low heat, I was completely confused.

Finally, Sherlock was asked to help her clean up the mess.

"Why must we be obsessed with learning how to cook? Wouldn't it be better to leave this kind of thing to me?"

Shilk leaned against the wall, pursed his lips, and watched Sherlock skillfully directing the kitchen knife to cut broccoli into small pieces, remembering how he looked when he taught himself an origami plane at the Broken Cauldron Bar.

"When will we set out?" she asked softly.

Sherlock looked at the clocks in the living room and estimated the time.

"Let's leave after dinner. I have to set up a tent when I get to the place, although it won't take long."

"Have your students passed?"

"You mean Harry? They really have to go there early in advance, after all, they have to use the door key. The place where we camped is next to the Weasley's camp. I can introduce them to you when the time comes. Although the children are not considered obedient good babies, they are also very cute. Mr. Weasley and Mrs. Weasley are also good people."

Since Shilk chose to take root in the UK, Sherlock doesn't want her to be the same as before, and she has always been a taciturn person.

In any case, you still have to know more friends so that your personality will become cheerful.

They simply settled for lunch and moved directly to a desolate swamp using the phantom.

If it were normal for people here, even in broad daylight, there wouldn't be many people who would choose to have a picnic here, but the forests deep in the swamp seemed very lively at this time.

The guard at the entrance was a middle-aged man, with many wizards walking around, and he was obviously a Muggle.

"Good noon, Mr. Roberts." Sherlock stepped forward to greet him.

The Muggle named Roberts looked at him, his eyes were a little confused, and it took two or three seconds to react after hearing the greeting.

"Oh, yes, good afternoon, sir, you booked a tent, right?"

His performance was obviously caused by the sequelae of being cast by many forgetting curses in a short period of time. Sherlock didn't know whether it was the idea that the smart leader of the Ministry of Magic came up with to find a Muggle to sell tents here.

"Sherlock Forrest, I booked two tents, one night."

Roberts watched Shilk beside Sherlock and was stunned for a while. He had never seen such a beautiful girl, much better than the stars in the movie, but it was a pity that he was a blind man.

He shook his head and came to his senses. He found Sherlock's name on the pre-order order posted on the rod.

"You can pay now, Mr. Forrest."

Sherlock looked at the confused Muggle and took out a few pounds from his pocket and gave them to him.

Just as Roberts was looking for money, a shocking explosion suddenly sounded behind him.

The huge Irish Quidditch team logo, a clover pattern suddenly exploded, countless flashing green lights, and shiny things flying everywhere.

Cheers sounded, and several wizards in green robes ran out of the woods, shouting constantly.

"Ireland will win!"

Behind them, a louder cheer came from the forest covered in fog, with suppressed shushing inside.

Roberts was obviously frightened. He saw those magical animals with green wings, which looked from a distance, but were actually magical fairies. They were trembling all over and pale lips.

"Oh my god! I knew this wasn't right! This was so weird! This was so weird..."

Just as he was screaming, an Auror suddenly fell from the sky, held the wand in his hand and pointed it at Roberts, chanting.

"All forget is empty!"

The spell accurately hit Roberts, and he stood there. At the same time, five Aurors surrounded the crazy Irish fans in the middle, waving their wands to use a coma spell on them.

The wizards dressed in green cloaks and green spire hats, dressed like Peter Pan, were all cursed and fell to the ground, and kept shouting before falling to the ground.

"The Irish team will win! The victory belongs to the UK!"

The Aurors quickly solved these enthusiastic fans, and the leader of the team shouted and scolded in anger.

"If you can't lock up in Azkaban, I'll give me a fine! I'll punish them until they lose everything! Damn it! I'm already busy enough, and these people are going to cause trouble!"

Sherlock and Shilk, who were eating melons on the side, looked at each other and smiled knowingly.

Not to mention anything else, at least it is really lively here.
Chapter completed!