Just a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

The students in the auditorium were still making noises. Hermione and Ron looked at each other after hearing Harry's words.

"Didn't we test it? The professor's crow's mouth is not 100% effective. If the probability of the incident is particularly high, then..."

"No." Harry interrupted Hermione, and then told them what happened on the French highway.

"...At that time, I really thought that Professor Forrester's crow's beak had disappeared, and then on my birthday, the professor wished me a happy birthday, and I hit my head twice on the way to the Ministry of Magic that night. , I fainted when I saw a dementor for the first time, and when I woke up I saw a horse face, and finally an Auror accidentally poured chocolate on my head."

Harry shivered as he recalled that terrible day.

"Then in the early hours of the next day, the professor made up for my birthday dinner and wanted to sing happy birthday to me! Fortunately, I stopped him, otherwise you might not be able to see me today."

While Ron and Hermione were mourning Harry, they were thinking about what he just said.

"You mean, on that highway, you told the professor that he was a crow's mouth, and then you did an experiment with him to verify it, but the result was unsuccessful?"

Hermione repeated what Harry had told her, as if she was suspecting something.

Harry nodded and said, "Yes, I did it twice! Not only did things not develop in the opposite direction as Professor Forrester guessed, but it was exactly as he said."

To this day, Harry still couldn't believe it when he recalled the scene.

"At that time, the owl was still flying in the sky, and we couldn't even tell that it was an owl. Professor Forrest said at that time, 'Why do I feel that it is looking for us?' ", and then the owl suddenly changed its direction and flew towards us!"

Ron looked a little excited, and he said eagerly.

"Did you trigger some precondition that caused Professor Forrester's crow's beak to reverse course and turn into a wishing cup?"

Hermione looked thoughtful.

"This is indeed very possible. I think the problem may be that Harry told Professor Forrester the truth, which made the professor's crow's mouth change."

Hermione raised her head and looked at Harry and Ron, who were also looking at each other.

They looked at each other like this for a long time before Hermione spoke cautiously.

"Or, do you guys have any ideas... about us doing another test?"

...

Sherlock didn't know how the students in the auditorium reacted, and he didn't even know what Harry's three little ones were up to.

At this time, he and Silk walked out of the gate of Hogwarts side by side and walked towards Hogsmeade.

Silk didn't seem to want to explain the situation on the way, so Sherlock had to take the initiative to ask.

"What did you see?"

Silk's answer was still so short that it couldn't even be called a sentence.

"trace."

Sherlock's mind had automatically completed the expansion "The traces of the murderer."

Divination is a very wonderful ability. Wizards with this talent can not only see some fragments of the future, but can also rely on this to know some secrets that are difficult for ordinary people to detect.

Therefore, when they see clues, there is often no reason to explain them. If they know it, they know it, and there is no reason.

After this simple conversation between the two, there was no other conversation.

They walked all the way to the main road of Hogsmeade. There were still Aurors patrolling here, but they were obviously not as dense as before.

The wizarding world still needs to maintain normal operations. Scrimgeour cannot put all the manpower in the headquarters on Hogsmeade. They must allocate some personnel to conduct regular case investigations.

Some pedestrians have also appeared in this wizard town. The free and loose character of Westerners prevents them from being restrained for a long time. There have been no accidents for two days, and these people have started their daily lives as usual.

Silk took Sherlock to the end of Hogsmeade. Except for Sherlock, she would have taken her to the scene of the previous attack, but unexpectedly she left Hogsmeade village directly and came to the small village. On a small hill on the outskirts of the town.

This location is not very far from the most famous haunted house in the wizarding world - the Shrieking Shack. Looking down from the hill, you can clearly see the broken roof of the shack.

The hill is high enough to overlook the entire town of Hogsmeade, making it a place with an excellent view.

But the surroundings were empty, with no buildings or too dense trees. Sherlock didn't understand why Hilke came to this place.

Just when he was about to ask the reason, Silke suddenly squatted down silently, as if he found something on the ground.

Sherlock looked in her direction and saw her reaching out and picking up a piece of yellow straw from the ground.

"It's been here."

Silk said softly.

The straw she held in her hand looked very ordinary from the outside, as if it could be found everywhere on the roadside.

But Sherlock was not fooled by the appearance of this straw, and Hilke didn't seem like a joker.

"Is this what's on it?"

"It's something on the carrier."

Two different words on the body and the carrier made him understand one thing.

That thing should not have its own entity, it can be hosted on and control any object.

Silk stood up from the ground. She looked down at the town of Hogsmeade below, as if imitating every move the murderer made here.

"It's looking for something," she said to herself.

"But there aren't any in town."

She raised her head and looked further away, where there was a towering castle built among the mountains.

"It saw Hogwarts and determined that what it was looking for was here."

"The seven people who were eaten were just to fill their stomachs."

“Not spreading fear makes you stronger.”

"It came here just trying to find that thing."

Sherlock frowned and listened to all her reasoning, as if he had returned to that night.

Under the sky covered by a piece of black cloth, it came to this hill after just having a full stomach in Hogsmeade, and quietly stared at the town below. After not finding what it wanted, it His eyes turned to Hogwarts Castle, and those empty eyes revealed a rare desire.

He squinted his eyes and looked at Hogwarts Castle in the distance.

"Will it eat souls again?"

"Can't see." Silk shook his head slightly.

Sherlock turned his gaze to her and said solemnly.

"We must not let it commit crimes in Hogwarts. If something like that happens, just one incident, the Ministry of Magic will lock down the entire school, and things will become more troublesome."

After hearing what he said, Silk turned and looked in the direction behind him.

As a wizard town, Hogsmeade naturally does not have the habit of growing large-scale crops. Behind the hills is a wasteland.

"You can look for other places."

Sherlock understood what she meant.

"If it leaves straw here, it's likely to leave some traces elsewhere."

As he said this, he looked up with some luck and looked at the sky that had been gloomy since the first day of school.

"Luckily it only rained once and we might still make some discoveries."

When he was speaking, Hilke was walking into the wasteland below the hill. However, as soon as Sherlock finished speaking, she suddenly stopped in her tracks.

"What did you say?"

This was the first time she spoke in such a tone in front of Sherlock. Her tone was no longer calm and cold, but mixed with a hint of disbelief.

Sherlock was a little surprised by her reaction, he shrugged.

"I said we might find something."

"last sentence!"

Sherlock said with a slightly confused expression.

"Fortunately, it only rained once? Have you not left your room these days? It only rained on the first day of school."

Hilke stood there, her eyes hidden under the hood and ribbon seemed to be looking at Sherlock with a very strange look, which made Sherlock feel uncomfortable all over.

"Why are you looking at me like that? What's wrong?"

Keep the change, please.

She took a deep breath, turned and walked towards the town of Hogsmeade.

Sherlock followed her with a puzzled expression.

"Why don't you look for it? Maybe you can find some clues?"

Hilke stopped again. The future she could see changed again. Although it was obscured by the fog at first, she could still see some established scenes as she peeled away the cocoons bit by bit.

But every time Sherlock made a prediction, those things that were originally established suddenly turned into waste paper in the trash basket, changed into a mess, and could only be crumpled into a ball and thrown away as garbage.

She noticed the question appeared on Sherlock's mouth, and stared at him quietly again, looking at his hair all over.

"Don't talk anymore."

Sherlock didn't understand what she meant, but he could feel that he had been personally insulted.

"what do you mean?"

"It's going to rain and we can't find any clues. Let's go back to town."

"Did you see it again?"

He asked with a surprised look on his face. Before he finished speaking, a few drops of rain began to fall from the sky, and it was about to start a heavy rain.

Silk didn't answer his question anymore, but took out his wand and used the umbrella spell to give himself an umbrella.

Sherlock also used the spell with a look of wonder on his face and held up his umbrella.

The rain soon began to fall heavily, and there was a dull sound as the drops fell on the umbrella.

Sherlock sighed as they retraced their steps.

"Your divination is really accurate. It rains when it says it will rain."

Silk didn't say anything, but his knuckles holding the umbrella handle turned slightly white because he was holding the umbrella too hard.

It's not that she wants to be silent, but that she is used to using concise language to express her thoughts, which makes her not know what words to use to express the sentence "Why don't you have a bit of a clue in your heart?"