Just a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

The first night of school after the Christmas break.

The students at Hogwarts were all gathered in the auditorium. The prefects helped maintain order and issued sleeping bags. They were going to spend the night in the auditorium tonight.

The performance of the students is acceptable.

Like Hermione, who can figure out what the consequences of Malfoy's attack will be for all the little wizards at Hogwarts, there are also many students.

According to word of mouth, most of the students in the castle now know that they are in a very unsafe environment.

"Do you think the professor can find the attacking monster this time?"

Harry asked sadly in the area where the Gryffindor students gathered.

They all knew that if it continued like this, Hogwarts risked being closed.

No one wants to see that situation, so they all want to catch the murderer as soon as possible.

Hermione shook her head.

"I don't know either, but I feel like there's little hope."

Ron muttered softly.

"If only Professor Forrest could say something you just said at this time."

Harry and Hermione froze for a moment.

They looked at Ron in surprise, as if they had discovered a new world.

"That's right! Although the hope is small, we have Professor Forrest! As long as we let Professor Forrest also say, "The hope of catching the murderer this time is very small", then it will become a big one. Hope!"

It was only after the detection of Sherlock's crow's mouth that the three of Harry had been afraid of its bad luck these days, and now they remembered that since they can turn good luck into bad luck, they can also turn bad luck into good luck!

The three little ones who were overjoyed felt that they had found a shortcut to save Hogwarts, so they immediately prepared to sneak out of the auditorium to find the walking "wishing machine" - Sherlock.

However, before they had just slipped to the door of the auditorium, the cat with big eyes stared at them before blocking their way.

It is the pet of Castle Keeper Filch, Lady Norris.

Filch and his cat are inseparable, and Mrs. Norris blocks their way, which means Filch is nearby.

Sure enough, after receiving the order to guard the students in the auditorium not to let them run around, Filch had been hiding in the corner beside the door, waiting to catch students who wanted to sneak away.

Harry and the others were caught.

"What do you want to do!"

He stared at his eyes protruding like fish, and questioned Harry and the others sullenly.

Harry swallowed, stammering for a long time without finding a reason.

"We...we...wanted to..."

Hermione said promptly.

"We have a clue to report to Professor Forrest!"

But Filch, who had years of experience fighting the Weasley twins, wasn't that easy to deceive.

He squinted and looked at Hermione suspiciously.

"Is there any clue why it must be reported to Professor Forrest? Professor Flitwick can't?"

This time, Hermione also stopped asking, she really couldn't explain why.

Filch looked at the three of them with increasingly suspicious expressions. He stayed in the castle every day. Obviously, he had also heard the rumors of the secret room.

"Don't you want to sneak out to find that monster? You also opened that secret room?"

As soon as he said these words, the eyes of the surrounding students changed, and they all looked at Harry and the others strangely.

Ron couldn't bear to be slandered like that at the time, he shouted.

"We're going to save Hogwarts! Let's meet Professor Forrest!"

Harry also shouted: "We want to see Professor Forrest!"

Their voices are organizing prefects,

Professor Flitwick, who was in charge of the student order, brought in.

The Charms professor was in a hurry and drove Harry and the others back to the Gryffindor lounge.

"You'll see Sherlock in a while. He's searching the boys' dormitories in various colleges, and he'll be here soon."

Professor Flitwick left a word for them and hurried to count the Hufflepuff students.

Harry and the others had no choice but to sit back in front of the sleeping bag and gather together. At this time, Seamus, who was afraid that the world would not be chaotic, came over and asked in a low voice.

"I heard that you guys just wanted to sneak out and attack the monsters in the secret room? Who are the descendants of the secret room?"

Ron glared at him angrily.

"If I'm a descendant of Slytherin, the next monster will attack you!"

"You can't! We're roommates!"

Harry and the others ignored Seamus, and the three of them gathered their heads together again to discuss what to do next.

"We'll see Professor Forrest soon, how do we get him to say 'there's little chance of catching the killer next'?"

Harry raised the difficulty of how to get the Wishing Machine to speak.

Ron mused.

"Maybe we can clarify things with Professor Forrest and let him try to say this. It's just a matter of opening his mouth anyway. I don't think the professor will refuse."

Hermione kept frowning and did not participate in the discussion between the two of them.

Harry noticed Hermione's abnormality, he asked suspiciously.

"What are you thinking? Hermione."

Hermione looked up, thinking.

"I was thinking about a problem I just overlooked."

"When Professor Forrest blessed us before, those words he said should be sincere, right?"

Hermione's question stopped both Harry and Ron, they said hesitantly.

"It should be. Although the professor is a little inhuman on the surface, he is actually very good."

"So our test is actually one more round away." Hermione looked serious. "We tested the accuracy and upper limit of Professor Forrest's crow's mouth, but we did not test the necessary conditions for the crow's mouth."

Ron looked at Hermione in confusion, he didn't understand what she was saying.

Harry understood, he said suddenly.

"You mean, we can't be sure if the professor's crow's mouth is activated. It's enough to just say it from his mouth. It may be necessary for him to think from the bottom of his heart that this is what he thinks!"

"That's right!" Hermione said solemnly, "I'm just worried that it's useless for us to ask the professor to say these words. No one knows whether he is sure of catching the murderer this time."

Ron finally understood this time, and his face was dull.

"That's the end of it..."

This is not only a disappointment that Sherlock has no way to end this crisis, but also a loss of discovering that the "wishing machine" he originally imagined was so beautiful that it didn't seem as beautiful as he imagined.