2nd Test

Three days before the Christmas break, it started snowing at Hogwarts.

The snow fell heavily. In less than two hours, the entire castle was covered with a pure white coat. The students who finished the day's class ran outside excitedly. They had a game this afternoon.

Harry, Ron and Hermione, the three of them, ran out to play in the snow like the other students.

They were sitting on the seats in the empty classroom with mixed emotions, staring blankly at the overwhelming snowflakes outside.

Although at first Harry and Ron were very excited about the fulfillment of Sherlock's crow's mouth.

But when they calmed down, they became like Hermione and realized how incredible this was.

"Is it possible, I mean possible, this snow has nothing to do with Professor Forrest? After all, it actually snows every year until around Christmas, but this year the snow came a little earlier."

Hermione said casually.

She really couldn't accept the fact that no matter whether it was eleven years of science or two years of magic, there was no precedent to tell her that people can be so omnipotent, and even the weather can change with just one word...

Harry and Ron looked at her strangely.

"Don't deceive yourself, Hermione. What you said about Professor Forrest was a coincidence, but today's weather was tested by Professor Forrest. The facts are already in front of us."

Harry spread his hands and said.

"If you still don't believe it, we can even test it again."

Hearing Harry's words, Ron was also excited at this time.

When they found out that the flag Sherlock had set up turned out to be the opposite of what he said, they are now addicted to the game.

"Yeah, we can test it again, anyway, Professor Forrest is in the castle."

The three did what they said, and this time Hermione didn't stop them. She really couldn't believe it was true.

As long as one test fails, it proves that the so-called crow's mouth is all coincidence, not some strange talent.

The three of them sneakily gathered in front of Sherlock's office door. They whispered and discussed at the door for a long time, and finally decided to let Ron in this time.

Ron cleared his throat outside, tidied up his robes, and when he was ready, he knocked gently on the door of Sherlock's office.

"Come in."

He pushed open the door and walked in. Sherlock looked away from the seventh-grade homework and looked strange when he saw Ron.

"What the are you three trying to do?"

Seeing that he hadn't spoken yet, Sherlock had already begun to doubt, and Ron hurriedly said according to the plan outside.

"Professor, when I went back to do my homework, I found some knowledge about Boggart. I didn't understand it in class. Could you tell me more about it?"

Sherlock stared at Ron with a look that seemed to penetrate the heart. Fortunately, Ron's psychological quality was strong enough. He did not avoid Sherlock's eyes but swallowed and nodded sincerely...

"What part did you not understand?"

Sherlock just thought that Harry and the three bear children were acting a little strange today, but after all, he still didn't know how to read the mind, so he couldn't see what was going on in Ron's mind. Facing the questions raised by the students in the class, he didn't know what to do. Of course, it gives confusion.

"You said that a boggart is a magical creature that has no specific form and can only show people their fear. What does it usually rely on to survive?"

Hermione helped him figure out the question Ron asked. When Sherlock was talking about this question in class, it was just passing by, without detailed explanation.

Sherlock didn't hear anything unusual from the question, so he sorted out his thoughts and started explaining to Ron.

"No one has seen the real look of a boggart and the appearance it shows is changed by seeing the most feared things in people's hearts, and it is precisely this that they rely on for survival - fear, Brock uses Fear to feed on..."

Sherlock spoke very carefully, and Ron seemed to listen carefully. Finally, after he finished speaking, he politely thanked Sherlock.

"Thank you, professor." Then he added a sentence after it seemed natural, "If Filch doesn't bother me later, then I believe I will finish this homework soon."

Sherlock looked at him suspiciously.

"If you didn't break the rules of the castle, how could Filch trouble you?"

Hearing Sherlock say these words, the excitement on Ron's face could not be suppressed.

"You mean, Filch won't bother me before Christmas?"

Sherlock took out the seventh-grade homework again for correction, said without looking up.

"Unless you've made a mistake, don't worry about Filch, he'll get you into trouble. The castle keeper is sometimes unreasonable, but most of the time he's following the rules."

After getting what he wanted, Ron couldn't stand it anymore in his seat, he stood up to say goodbye to Sherlock and then trotted out of the office.

Sherlock looked at his back who couldn't wait to leave, sighed and shook his head, and continued to correct his homework while monitoring Neville's movements on the Marauder's map at all times.

After Ron ran out of Sherlock's office, he immediately found Harry and Hermione waiting in the corridor.

"Professor Forrest said that if I hadn't made a mistake, Filch wouldn't have bothered me before Christmas!"

Hermione said seriously.

"This is the best way to test whether everything happened and whether it has anything to do with what Professor Forrest said. Because under normal circumstances, if Ron didn't make a mistake, Ron would probably not be troubled by Filch. "

At this time, Ron didn't have the slightest fear or worry in his heart. Even if he knew that if Sherlock's crow's mouth came true, Filch would punish him, and he couldn't suppress his excitement at this time.

"Yes, we haven't violated the school rules at all during this time. How could Filch trouble me?"

Harry and the others said as they walked towards the Gryffindor common room.

Because Ron's designated time is before Christmas, they have to wait for the result these days.

But before they had just walked up the stairs leading to Gryffindor Tower, Filch stared at his bulging eyes like fish and blocked their way angrily.