Grave In The Forbidden Forest

After Hagrid got the news of the centaurs, he soon came to the territory occupied by the eight-eyed giant spider.

Here, as the centaurs said, it has been burned to down to ash.

There were remnants of dust everywhere, and Hagrid could only see a few small burnt spiders on the fringes.

He fell to the ground in a daze, muttering to himself.

"How did it become like this..."

The centaur who followed him also said angrily.

"We also want to know who set the fire! The fire almost spread to our tribe. If the wind direction didn't change midway, it would be our camp that would also be burned down now!"

Hagrid was in a daze for a long time in front of the ashes of the eight-eyed giant spider before he came back to his senses.

After returning to his cabin, he found Harry and the others as soon as possible.

Harry and the others also only knew that the group of acromantula had all been burned to death.

But then Ron thought of something, and he tugged at Harry's sleeve and whispered.

"Do you remember what Professor Forrest said when we left the Forbidden Forest?"

Harry recalled for a moment, and then he remembered what Sherlock said at the time.

"The professor said that the centaurs will put out the fire, and he will settle accounts with these spiders in the future because their venom can be sold for money?"

"And then, now that the centaurs didn't put out the fire, the spiders were gone, and the professor couldn't make a fortune..."

After Harry and Ron breathed together, they were suddenly speechless.

Although there are unexpected factors in this, the main responsibility is still on Sherlock's crow's mouth.

But things have already happened, and they can't change anything.

And in the way that Aragog indulged its descendants to attack them that night, Harry and the others felt that there was nothing wrong with the acromantula being burned to death.

So, after that, Harry told Hagrid exactly what happened at that time.

Tell him that Sherlock set the fire to take them away, but in the end, the fire burned the eight-eyed spiders to death, which they did not expect.

After hearing that, Hagrid opened his mouth to say something, but in the end, he didn't say anything, he sighed and shook his head.

"I don't blame you, this is Aragog's well-deserved retribution. Besides, if it weren't for you, I would not have been cleared of guilt, and released by the Ministry of Magic so quickly."

Harry and the others could see Hagrid's sadness, after all, he and Aragog had been in a relationship for more than fifty years.

But they have never been able to understand Hagrid's feelings towards such dangerous animals.

In his eyes those creatures were harmless, but that was only for him.

In the eyes of others, dangerous creatures were dangerous creatures, and their inherent brutal nature could not be changed.

After the basilisk crisis was finished, the mandrakes cultivated by Professor Sprout also finished quickly.

Snape quickly brewed an antidote, and the four petrified students returned to normal.

With less than a month to go before the end of the term, Hogwarts students were entering their final exams of the year.

Sherlock has decided on the actual combat content of the Defense Against the Dark Arts exam, but he has to continue writing the theoretical exam papers.

Fortunately, he has already completed most of it before, and now it only takes a little more time to complete the rest.

So near the end of the period, he finally had copious amounts of free time.

One morning, three days before the final exams, Dumbledore asked a ghost to call Sherlock to the headmaster's office.

There is not only Dumbledore alone but also a witch in a black robe and a hood.

Sherlock couldn't see her face clearly, but she could still tell that she was a witch by the long silver-gray hair that peeked out from under her hat.

"You shouldn't have class this morning, right, Sherlock?" Dumbledore asked.

Sherlock nodded.

Originally, he had fifth and seventh-year classes today, but these two grades had already taken the O.W.L.s held by the Ministry of Magic this year, so their classes ended early.

"Then help me entertain, this lady from the German Ministry of Magic. She is here to visit a grave in the Forbidden Forest. You take her to Hagrid, and he will take her to the grave in the Forbidden Forest."

The witch called Silk seemed to be a little taciturn. When Dumbledore introduced her, she didn't say a word. She just stood up from the chair and nodded slightly to Sherlock.

Sherlock had nothing to do today, so he agreed. He took the lady Silk out of the principal's room and went to Hagrid's cabin.

"My name is Sherlock Forrest."

Sherlock simply made a self-introduction on the way, and there was no other communication between the two.

All the way to Hagrid's hut, when Hagrid saw them knocking on the door and walking in, he hid something in a panic.

In the dimness, Sherlock saw what seemed to be the egg of some animal.

Suddenly, he asked suspiciously.

"What strange creature are you going to hatch, Hagrid?"

Hagrid's face was obviously hiding something, he stammered as he explained.

"No, there's nothing Sherlock." Then he saw Shilk following Sherlock, and changed the subject, "Oh, I almost forgot, this year is the time for Ms. Silk to visit the grave again, please. Ms. Silk, would you like a cup of tea?"

Ms. Silk shook her head, her voice a little cold.

"Thank you, but no need."

"Okay, please let me prepare..."

Hagrid said and pulled Sherlock aside, clasped his hands together and begged: "Help Sherlock, I have other important things to do now, you help me take this Lady Silk to the Forbidden Forest to visit the grave. Well, I'll let Fang lead the way for you."

Sherlock secretly glanced at the black-robed witch with some doubts.

"She visits the grave every year?"

"Yes, it's been almost ten years."

"Who is she? To put the grave in the Forbidden Forest?"

"It seems to be her father and her father friend. I don't know exactly who it is, but Dumbledore promised to bury them in the Forbidden Forest." Hagrid continued to plead, "Do me a favour, Sherlock, I really have something else to do today."

Sherlock looked at Hagrid seriously.

"I know you like these big magical creatures. Hagrid, but I'll remind you that you may be friends with them, but not everyone."

Hagrid said guiltily.

"I'll be careful."

Sherlock couldn't do anything about him, that was Hagrid's character.

He agreed to Hagrid's request and led Fang into the Forbidden Forest with Mrs. Hilke from the German Ministry of Magic.

The location of the tomb was in the depths of the Forbidden Forest, and Yaya took them all the way for about forty minutes before finally reaching their destination.

On the way, Sherlock didn't have much communication with this witch, the other party didn't want to talk, and he didn't have the mood to chat.

There were indeed two graves where fang took them, and there were tombstones

Out of curiosity, Sherlock glanced at the name on the tombstone.

One was named "Eddie Butler" and the other was named "John Watson."

Seeing this name, Sherlock couldn't help but complain silently in his heart. He really never thought that there was actually someone named John Watson in the magical world.

So why is the tombstone next to it not Sherlock Holmes?

Ms. Shilk took out two bouquets of flowers from somewhere and placed them in front of the two graves, then put her hands together and prayed silently.

Sherlock wisely stayed away from here, and boredly studied the vase holding the flowers.

At this moment, a gust of wind blew the hood on Shilk's head, and Sherlock accidentally saw her delicate face and the blindfolded ribbon on her face.

Silk silently put the hood back on, and Sherlock turned his head away as if nothing had happened.

They only stayed in front of this cemetery for less than an hour, and then they went back the same way and left the forbidden forest.

After binding Fang in front of Hagrid's hut, Silk bowed his head slightly to Sherlock.

"Thanks."

Sherlock waved his hand, indicating that it was just a gesture, and watched the witch leave Hogwarts.

He looked at her back and muttered softly.

"It's weird, you don't even need to see the road with your eyes..."

For Sherlock, this incident was just a some small talk and he didn't take it to heart, because the final exams this year were about to start.

No matter how loose the usual study life is, the students at Hogwarts will be nervous when the final exam is approaching.

And on the day of the exam, the second-grade practical exam.

Sherlock also changed Tom, who had not been beaten in the challenge when they first started school, to the content of the second-year practical test.

Of course, the final score was based on their specific performance, not whether they can beat Tom.

After all, it was too difficult for the second-year students to defeat Tom.

However, during the exam, Hermione gave Sherlock a surprise.

Although she lay in the school hospital for a few days and missed some defence classes, she still defeated Tom through the flexible application of a transfiguration spell, becoming the first student in the second grade to defeat Tom.

So Sherlock gave her an O rating directly.

They were also very excited after their fifth and seventh-grade wizarding exams.

Before the grading exam, Sherlock gave them a few study outline lessons based on the habits of previous Ministry of Magic questioners.

The senior students reported that Sherlock's predictions were accurate, and he guessed almost 80% of the questions.

Some students even hugged his arm and cried aloud, saying that his efforts this time were not in vain and that he would definitely get an O rating in the Defence Against the Dark Arts exam, which would be important for his future ideal of becoming an Auror.

Sherlock, who has been a professor for a year, is also very pleased to see their performance now.

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