Sherlock takes Harry and Ron back to Hagrid's cabin.

He re-lit the stove, put some clean water in the kettle, and then placed it on the stove and waited for the water to boil.

Ron and Harry were sitting on the bench honestly like elementary school students, while Sherlock lay down in Hagrid's single sofa, waved his magic wand to attract a plate of cookies that looked pretty good, and looked at them calmly.

"Tell me, why do you run into the Forbidden Forest?"

Harry was sitting in pain, he was still hesitating whether to tell the truth.

Sherlock didn't urge him, so he grind his teeth with the cookies.

It’s not that he has any special habits, but when he puts the cookies in his mouth, he realizes that unless he has the biting power of a giant, he can only grind his teeth with something like a stone.

Ron whispered.

"Or we'd better tell Professor Forrest, anyway, he already knows that Hager is innocent."

Harry finally made up his mind to tell Sherlock about the diary and Riddle.

From the fact that he found the diary on his desk, to the conversation with Riddle inside, to the fact that he brought himself into his memory, seeing what happened fifty years ago, etc., he told them all.

The more Sherlock listened, his face became darker. At the end, he threw the biscuits that had grinded his teeth aside and stared at Harry.

After Harry finished talking about all his experiences, sherlock's eyes were staring at her body with hair, and he asked tremblingly.

"Teacher...Professor, why are you watching me like this?"

"You said the owner of that diary is Tom Riddle?" Sherlock asked gloomyly.

Harry nodded like a rice-pecking chicken.

"He also chatted with you and took you to see what happened to Hager was arrested fifty years ago?"

Harry continued to peck at the rice.

"And then that diary was in your hands for months, and you lost it again?"

Halimi couldn't peck anymore. He could already feel something wrong with Sherlock's mood, so he asked carefully.

"Professor, is there any problem with Riddle's diary?"

"Not only has problems with that diary, but you three also have big problems!"

Sherlock's voice became louder. This was the first time he had such a strong urge to curse.

"When I learned about Hager's incident fifty years ago from that diary, why didn't I report it to the school?"

Harry explained guiltily.

"We are afraid that Hagrid will be misunderstood by others, and we think he is not the kind of person who hurts others."

Sherlock was almost angry with him and laughed.

"Even you know that Hager is not that kind of person. Dumbledore, McGonagall and others have known Hager for more than fifty years. How can they know if Hager is that kind of person? You are too self-righteous and underestimate adults, right?"

Harry and Ron looked at each other, a little ashamed and confused.

They knew that it was wrong for them not to report to school, but they didn't understand why Sherlock was so angry.

Sherlock was a little annoyed. If Harry had handed in after he got the diary, there would have been no troubles in the future.

But if Harry and the others were really such good babies, they would not have become the protagonists of this world.

He sighed, calmed down, waved his hand and said to them.

"The real murderer who opened the secret room was not a student in Hogwarts, but a diary. The student named Tom Riddle was the descendant of Slytherin, and he also framed Hagrid fifty years ago."

Harry and Ron stared at them like cowbells.

None of them expected that the diary was the biggest mastermind behind it, and they stayed in their hands for two whole months!

If you think about what happened before carefully, you can indeed find some unusual places from clues.

When the diary was in Harry's hands, there was no attack in the castle again.

But when the diary disappeared, the attack happened again, and there was obviously something wrong with this.

Harry and Ron are in a bad mood now.

They had the opportunity to stop all this later, because Hermione had proposed to them at that time to hand over the diary to the teacher, but they did not listen to her.

In disguise, it is equivalent to their harm to Hermione being petrified and becoming what they are now.

Sherlock shook his head.

"It's too late to say this now. Hogwarts is going to close the school. This is not a solution. Let's go, I'll send you back to the castle."

Harry and Ron returned to the castle under Sherlock's escort.

And deep in the forbidden forest, where Sherlock set fire.

At this time, the horse people had already felt the movement and gathered beside the sea of ​​fire.

"We must organize fire extinguishing! The wind is blowing the fire to our territory. If no measures are taken, the fire will burn our tribe in one night!"

A rare handsome horseman, Ferenze, with surprisingly blue eyes and platinum hair, is organizing his tribesmen to put out the fire.

Another bearded and looked wild and proud, and the black-haired horseman Bain said irritably.

"Who did this? Winter has not yet passed completely, and the forbidden forest is full of dead branches. Is he going to burn all the entire forbidden forest?"

It is not an exaggeration to say that this fire would burn all the forbidden forests.

Compared with when Sherlock left, the flames had spread to a range of hundreds of meters at this time, and all the burning trees around were ignited!

Moreover, the wind was still strong tonight, and the flames spread very quickly. Even if the horses wanted to organize the fire to put out, their numbers and abilities would have no way to put out the fire.

Ferenze looked at the overwhelming sea of ​​fire and shook his head in pain.

"No need to put out the fire, organize the tribes to evacuate from the tribe immediately. We must leave. We can't put out this fire alone."

Bain irritably trampled on the leaves on the ground with his hooves. Just as they were about to lead their tribe members to evacuate, the wind suddenly stopped!

The wind gradually stopped, and both Ferenze and Bain showed a look of surprise in their eyes.

If the wind stops, it means that the fire will not continue to spread, so they will have hope of putting out the fire!

However, before they could organize their tribe members to put out the fire again, the strong wind blew again than before!

However, this time the wind direction changed, and it began to sweep in the opposite direction from before, surrounding and spreading in the other direction with a sea of ​​fire that was more violent than before.

Bain stared blankly at the magical scene in front of him.

"Don't we have to migrate the tribe?"

But Ferenze looked at the astrological signs in the sky with shock, and then turned his gaze to the place where the fire was shifting.
Chapter completed!