The Weather Should Be Fine Today

The day after Colin was attacked, there was panic in Hogwarts.

But the Christmas holiday was about to begin, and the prefects began to count the students who applied to stay in school for the following holiday.

After potions class in the morning, the three of them, Harry Ron and Hermione, sneakily gathered together in Myrtle's bathroom on the second floor.

"I saw that Malfoy sign the list of remaining students. He has plans to stay at Hogwarts this Christmas. There must be a problem!" Ron said affirmatively.

Hermione was stirring the potion in the crucible. The most important step in the polyjuice potion was to boil twelve lacewings for twenty-one days.

"Anyway, we stayed at school for three Christmases, just to see what they were up to."

Harry wasn't focusing on Malfoy now, he still remembered yesterday that he was going to test Sherlock.

"There is a Defense Against the Dark Arts class this afternoon, and we can test Professor Forrest after class."

Hermione closed the lid of the cauldron, looked up at him and asked.

"What are you going to do?"

Harry said with a relaxed expression.

"It couldn't be easier. We just need to ask Professor Forrest how he feels about the weather today."

"And then?"

"Then we will observe the next weather changes."

Harry looked through the window to the clear sky outside.

"Looking at the current situation, as long as you are a normal person, you will think that today is a sunny day, right?"

Even after Harry's careful analysis of every clue yesterday, Hermione still couldn't believe the fact that Sherlock had a crow's mouth.

"Professor Forrest is at most a powerful wizard. He is not a god. How could he change the weather with just one word."

Harry and Ron looked at each other. Both of them had experienced Sherlock's compliments, and the question of whether Sherlock was a human or a crow had already made them suspicious.

"Whether we believe it or not, just try it today and you'll know."

In the afternoon, the weather was still cloudless, as if the bad weather of the previous days had been exhausted, and now there are only a few days of sunny days.

In the second-year Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Sherlock was telling them about the last black magic creature to study this semester.

"...about Boggart, I've made the point of this class clear. After Christmas, before the next class starts, you're going to hand me a one-foot parchment of long holiday homework, which will focus on Boggart's habits, why it's there, and the best way to deal with it."

"Recently I seem to have found a Boggart in the castle, if I can find it before the next class, then we will have a practical class, next class, I will you try to deal with Boggart yourself."

The students below cheered. This was not the first time they had a practical class.

Previously, Sherlock found a few Cornish elves through Hagrid's relationship, and some Grindillos in the Great Lake.

For practical classes, the students showed great enthusiasm, which is of course a good thing. Sherlock was also ready to increase the proportion of practical classes in the next semester.

Just after he finished all his homework and announced that they were dismissed, the three of Harry dawdled and landed at the back of all the students, and surrounded Sherlock in the middle after everyone else had left.

"Professor, we have a question for you."

After hearing that, Sherlock put down the things in his hand and really got used to life at Hogwarts. He was no stranger to such things.

Although the students in this castle did not study hard, there were always some little wizards who were really interested in magic who often came to him for advice.

When Sherlock was teaching them, he could also understand this basic magical knowledge more deeply, and it was a mutually beneficial thing.

"Ask you any questions, what did you not understand in today's class?"

Hearing Sherlock's words, the three of them looked at each other, as if encouraging each other.

In the end, Harry stood up. He pretended to be calm, but Sherlock could clearly see that he asked nervously.

"Professor Forrest, what do you think...how is the weather today?"

Hearing this question, Sherlock was stunned for a moment and then looked at the trio in front of him with a look of anticipation.

"What are trying to accomplish?"

He shook his head, picked up the things he used in class, and prepared to leave the classroom.

"If you want to know the weather, you should ask your Professor Trelawney. She might give some reliable predictions."

Sherlock's tone became obviously cold. He wondered if he had been nice to Harry's little boys recently, making them feel like he was being teased.

"No, Professor, we're not playing a prank or joking."

Seeing that Sherlock was about to get angry, Harry and the others hurriedly followed behind his steps to explain.

"We just wanted to ask you, how do you feel about the weather today?"

Harry Ron and Hermione begged all the way, following Sherlock to the door of his office.

Sherlock was annoyed by them. Before entering the office, he looked up at the sky outside, although the temperature was a little colder, it was cloudless. Obviously, the next few days should be full of clouds. Nice weather.

So in order to make himself quiet for a while, he said to Harry and the others perfunctorily.

"The weather should be good today. If you want to play Quidditch, you can go. If you have any questions about defensive magic, you can come to me and ask me. Others like these messes don't bother me."

With a "bang", Sherlock closed the door of his office, and the three of them stood outside the door with joy on their faces.

"Professor Forrest said just now, isn't the weather good today?"

Ron turned to Harry and Hermione and reconfirmed what Sherlock had just said.

Hermione nodded.

"If according to Harry's guess, Professor Forrest is born with a crow's mouth, then the weather should get worse next time."

Next, the three of Harry did not go back to the lounge, nor did they wander around the castle as usual. Instead, they were lying by the window of an empty classroom, with their heads raised side by side, looking towards the sky.

But when their necks were sore, they didn't see the clear sky, and there was no sign that it was about to be covered by dark clouds.

Hermione moved her sore neck and complained resentfully.

"I know this guess is not reliable at all, how could someone really be a crow who has tried everything..."

But before she could finish her words, Ron and Harry suddenly let out excited shouts.

"Snow! It's snowing! It's snowing at Hogwarts!"

Hermione was stunned all of a sudden.

She stared blankly at the window, the increasingly dense snowflakes falling from the sky, with an expression like she had seen a ghost!

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Editor: Not late…

And I'm having trouble deleting the delay notices and I'll see what I can do but worst case scenario I'll just make the only contain the word skip

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