Just a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

After the Christmas holiday, the first night of school.

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

The students' performance is acceptable.

Like Hermione, who can think clearly about the consequences of Malfoy's attack, 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?"

In the area where the Gryffindor students gathered, Harry asked sadly.

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

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

Hermione shook her head.

"I don't know either, but I feel that there is little hope."

Ron muttered softly.

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

Harry and Hermione were taken aback for a moment.

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

"Yes! The hope is small, but we have Professor Forrest! As long as we let Professor Forrest also say, "The hope of catching the murderer this time is very small", it will become a very 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 slipped to the door of the auditorium, the cat with big eyes stared at them before blocking their way.

It is the pet of the castle keeper Filch, Mrs. Norris.

Filch and his cat were inseparable, and Mrs. Norris blocked their way, which meant Filch was right by.

Sure enough, after receiving the order to guard the students in the auditorium and not 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 protruding eyes like fish, and questioned Harry and the others sullenly.

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

"We...we...want to..."

Hermione said promptly.

"We have clues to report to Professor Forrest!"

But Filch, with 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 do it?"

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

Filch became suspicious as he watched the three of them. 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 take it anymore after being slandered like this, he shouted.

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

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

Their voices drew Professor Flitwick, who was organizing the prefect and managing the student order.

The magic spell professor was in a hurry and drove Harry and the others back to the Gryffindor rest area.

"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 sentence for them, and hurriedly went to count the number of 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 wanted to sneak out to attack the monsters in the secret room just now? Who are the descendants of the secret room?"

Ron glared at him angrily.

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

"You can't do this! We are 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 later, how can we make him say "the possibility of catching the murderer is very small"?"

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

Ron mused.

"Perhaps we can explain things clearly with Professor Forrest, and let him try this sentence~www.wuxiahere.com~ Anyway, it's just a matter of opening your mouth. 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 anomaly and asked suspiciously.

"What are you thinking? Hermione."

Hermione raised her head, thinking.

"I'm thinking about a problem I just overlooked."

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

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

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

"So our test is actually one more round away." Hermione looked serious, "We tested the accuracy of Professor Forrest's crow's mouth, the upper limit, 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 said.

Harry understood, he said suddenly.

"You mean, we can't be sure if the professor's crow's mouth is activated or not, it's enough to just say it out of his mouth, maybe he has to think from the bottom of his heart, that's what he thinks!"

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

Ron finally understood this time, his face was dull.

"That's the end..."

This is not only the disappointment that Sherlock has no way to end this crisis, but also the disappointment of discovering that the "Wishing Machine" that he originally imagined was extremely beautiful, and it seems that it is not as beautiful as he imagined.