Chapter 123 "The Prediction Was Accurate"

The students in the Hall were still talking about it, and Hermione and Ron looked at each other after hearing Harry's words, "Haven't we tested it that his jinx is not 100% effective? If the probability of is particularly high, then..."

"No." Harry interrupted Hermione and told them what had happened.

"At the time, I thought Professor Forrest's jinx was gone. But on my birthday, he wished me a happy birthday, and that night, I bumped my head twice on the way to the Ministry of Magic; I passed out the first time I saw a Dementor, woke up, and saw a horse face, and an Auror accidentally poured chocolate on my head."

Harry shuddered as he recalled that terrible day, "In the early morning of the next day, he gave me a birthday dinner and wanted to sing a happy birthday song to me. But fortunately, I stopped him, or I would be dead already."

Ron and Hermione pondered what he had just said.

"You mean you tested his jinx on the road with him to verify it, but it didn't work?" Hermione repeated what Harry had told her.

Harry nodded and said, "Yes, I did it twice! Not only did things not go in the opposite direction what Professor Forrest had guessed, but things happened according to what I said."

Harry recalls the scene with disbelief: "There was an owl flying in the sky, and it was not even obvious that it was an owl. Professor Forrest said at that time, "How do I feel that it is looking for us?" And the owl suddenly changed direction and flew towards us!"

Ron looked excited, "Could it be that you triggered some conditions that made Professor Forrest's jinx turn into a wishing well?"

Hermione had some thoughts, "That's possible. I think the problem may be that Harry told Professor Forrest about his jinx, which changed the jinx's effect."

Hermione looked up and looked at both Harry and Ron. They looked at each other for a long time before Hermione spoke cautiously.

"Do you have any ideas on whether we should do another test?"

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Sherlock didn't know what the reaction of the students in the Hall was, and he didn't even know what was going on with Harry's group. At this time, he was walking out of the gate of Hogwarts with Silk, walking in the direction of Hogsmeade.

On the way, she didn't seem to want to explain the situation, so Sherlock had to ask, "What did you see?"

Silk's answer was so short that it couldn't even be called a sentence: "A trace." Sherlock concluded that it was the trace left behind by the serial killer.

Divination is a wonderful ability. Wizards gifted in this talent can not only see some fragments of the future but also rely on this to know some secrets that are difficult for normal people to see. When they see clues, they often don't have any reason to talk about it. If they know it, they know it, and there is no reason not to believe it.

After this simple conversation between the two, there is no other conversation. They walked all the way to the main road of Hogsmeade, where Aurors were still patrolling, but it was obviously not as crowded as before.

The wizarding world still needs to maintain normal operations. Scrimgeour cannot put all the manpower in the headquarters on Hogsmeade. They must send some personnel to conduct regular case investigations.

There have also been some pedestrians in this town. There have been no accidents lately, and these people have already started their daily lives as usual.

She took Sherlock to the end of Hogsmeade. She would take herself to the scene of the previous attack, but she didn't expect to go directly out of Hogsmeade.

This location is close to the most famous haunted house in the wizarding world, the Shrieking Shack. Looking down from the hill, he can clearly see the tattered roof of the hut. The height of the hill is also high enough to look at the entire town of Hogsmeade.

But the surroundings were empty; there were no buildings or too dense trees. Sherlock didn't understand why she had come to this place. Just when he was about to ask the reason, she suddenly crouched down as if she had found something on the ground.

Sherlock looked in her direction and saw her reaching out and picking up a yellow straw from the ground.

"It's been here." She said softly.

The straw she was holding in her hand looked ordinary from the outside as if it could be seen everywhere on the side of the road and could be picked up if she wanted to. But the appearance of the straw didn't fool Sherlock, and Silk didn't seem to be joking around.

"Is this what the trace is?"

"It's something that it carries."

These words made him understand one thing. That thing should have no entity of its own. It can host and control any object.

She stood up from the ground, looking down at the town of Hogsmeade below as if imitating the serial killer's move here.

"It's looking for something," She said.

"But not in the town."

She raised her head and looked further away, where there was a towering castle built among the mountains, "It saw Hogwarts and determined that what it was looking for was here."

"Seven people eaten just to be full."

"Spreading fear to make itself stronger."

"It came here just to find that thing."

Sherlock frowned and listened to all her words. He squinted at Hogwarts Castle in the distance.

"Will it eat souls again?"

"I can't be so sure." Silk shook her head slightly.

Sherlock turned his gaze to her and said solemnly, "It must not be allowed to commit its action in Hogwarts. If something like that happens, the Ministry of Magic will shut down the entire school, and things will become more troublesome."

After Silk heard what he said, she turned and looked behind him. Hogsmeade does not normally plant large-scale crops. Behind the hill, there is just a wasteland.

"We can look elsewhere."

Sherlock understood what she meant.

"Since it will leave straws here, it may leave some traces elsewhere."

He looked up at the sky, which had been gloomy since the day school started, "Fortunately, it only rained once, and we may still have chances to find something."

When he was talking, Silk was walking into the wasteland below the hill. But when she heard Sherlock's voice, she suddenly stopped her steps.

"What did you say?"

This was the first time she had spoken in such a tone in front of Sherlock. The tone was not calm but mixed with a hint of disbelief.

Sherlock was a little weird; he said with a shrug, "I said we might have found something?"

"Before that."

Sherlock said, slightly confused, "Fortunately, it only rained once. Haven't you been out of your room these days? It rained once on the first day of school."

Silk stood in place, her eyes hidden under the hood, and she seemed to be looking at Sherlock with a weird look, making Sherlock uncomfortable.

"Why are you looking at me like that? What's the matter?"

She took a deep breath, turned, and walked towards the small town of Hogsmeade. Sherlock followed behind her, her expression inexplicable.

"Maybe you can find some clues there?"

Silk stopped again, and the future she could see changed again. Although it was obscured by the fog at first, after a little bit of effort, she could still see some scenes. Every time Sherlock made a prediction, those predetermined things suddenly turned into waste paper in the trash and could only be crumpled into a ball and thrown away as garbage.

She noticed that the problem was from Sherlock's words. She stared at him quietly again, "Don't talk anymore."

Sherlock didn't understand what she meant, but he felt insulted. "What do you mean?"

"It's going to rain, and we won't find any clues. Let's go back to town."

"Did you see it again?"

He asked with a surprised expression. Before he finished speaking, a few drops of rain began to fall from the sky, and it was about to rain heavily. She didn't answer his question but pulled out her wand and used a spell to cast an umbrella.

Sherlock also used the spell in amazement and held up an umbrella. The rain soon began to fall heavily, and there was a dull sound as the drops fell on the umbrella.

They went back, and Sherlock sighed, "Your prediction is really accurate. If it rains, it will rain."

She didn't say a word, but the knuckles holding the umbrella handle turned slightly white because they were too hard. It's not that she doesn't want to talk about it, but she is used to expressing her meaning in concise language.

She doesn't know what kind of words to use to express how Sherlock should just keep the comment to his heart.