Chapter 128 "The Underground Room"

When the Charms class ended, none of them left. Instead, they were lying in front of the window, silently watching the sun that was slowly setting in the sky. The sunset was beautiful, but none of them were in the mood to appreciate it.

They looked at the weather, and their thoughts were very complicated.

"Professor Forrest will never know that he has a jinx mouth?" Harry said.

"Whenever he doubts or someone reminds him about it, it will definitely develop, as he says. He will never know how his words are going to affect his surroundings later."

Hermione thought, and she shook her head, "And this only happened when we reminded Professor Forrest that he has a jinx."

Ron was pessimistic, "Will there be a day when he suspects that something is wrong with him?"

The three fell silent. They looked at the sunset from a distance, wondering if they were mourning for Sherlock, who might never know the truth for the rest of his life or mourning for the future of their relationship with Sherlock. The silence lasted for a long time. 

After a while, Ron suddenly said something, "Can we use the fact that the professor becomes a wishing lamp after being reminded that he knows the jinx to fulfill some of our own wishes?"

His idea was so beautiful that even Harry was moved. Seamus' performance in class today gave them endless confidence that their professor was an omnipotent being who could grant any wish.

However, Hermione poured cold water on each of them.

"Stop dreaming. Think about the conditions when Professor Forrest's jinx is triggered. Only what he thinks in his heart and what his mouth says can result in the desired result. It may have to be said that he meant it, not just something that came out of his mouth." 

Hermione stared at them, "Do you really think he would wish you something and mean it if you asked him about it?"

Both Ron and Harry were disappointed again. It was impossible for Professor Forrest to think that the Weasleys would get rich overnight or Harry's parents would be back again. The probability of these two things happening is too low, much lower than the probability of Seamus's performance in a spell class. Especially Harry's wish.

The three finally returned to the common room with mixed feelings. The results of the tests on Sherlock didn't seem to change anything in their lives. At the same time, Sherlock, who had finished grading the last homework, shook his neck, stood up from the chair, and jumped twice to move his body.

He caught a glimpse of the slowly darkening sunset outside the window and remembered the jinx mouth test that Harry and the others came to him this morning.

He looked at the sky and said something to himself, "I knew I couldn't have any jinx. It's just nonsense."

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It's a week before Halloween. This weekend is the first Hogsmeade week, and Professor McGonagall is taking the parental consent forms from third-grade students. Only students with a parental consent form can leave school on weekends for a day in Hogsmeade.

Both Ron and Hermione's parents signed their consent forms, but only Harry did not. Thinking about his summer vacation, Aunt Petunia couldn't sign the form for him.

He tried to beg Professor McGonagall, but she did not agree to his request. With Black outside, no one could guarantee Harry's safety.

"You really should go to Professor Forrest and ask him, 'Professor, do you think I can go to Hogsmeade this weekend without parental consent?""

Ron's idea was brilliant, "Professor he would definitely say, 'Harry, I don't think it's possible, Professor McGonagall is not going to break the rules in the school for anyone.'"

"If you have him saying it, you will definitely go to Hogsmeade with us in some way. It may be through some magic, or it may be Professor McGonagall's intervention!"

Harry unimpressed by the plan that Ron was talking about, "Stop dreaming. We have already done so many experiments with the professor. I'm afraid that Professor Forrest will kick me out first before I get to finish what I said."

"But we always have to figure out a way to keep you from being left alone at school, right?"

Hermione frowned, "I don't think it's a good thing to keep Harry in the school. He's safest in the castle."

Because Hermione has a new pet cat this year and has been showing hostility toward Ron's pet, Scabbers. 

"During Hogsmeade week, there were many people in that town. How could Sirius Black take action toward him during that time?" Ron argued.

Harry wanted to go out, but he didn't want to see his two friends fight, either. Finally, he was alone at school.

He was strolling in the corridor boredly, thinking about whether to go to Sherlock's office to see what he was doing, when a witch, who was wearing a robe and a wide hood covering half of her face, suddenly passed him.

Harry stared at her back for a moment. This was the second time he had seen this strange witch in the castle this year; the last time he saw her was with Sherlock in the Hall on the first day of school. Only now did Harry realize with hindsight that she had come out of a room on this floor.

In other words, she lived at Hogwarts all the time. But it was almost two months since the semester started, and Harry had never seen her go to the Great Hall to eat or walk around. His intuition told him that this witch was strange, so he followed her, wanting to see what she was going to do.

Looking at the direction she was heading, Harry had already guessed that she must be looking for Sherlock again. He thought of what Hermione had said when he first saw the witch. Sherlock has other things to do this semester, and this "other thing" is likely to have something to do with her. 

Silk had noticed Harry from the moment Harry followed her. But instead of revealing or doing anything else, she went straight to Sherlock's office.

Sherlock was holding a book in the office and studying a spell. He raised his eyebrows when he looked at Silk, who had come in after knocking on the door.

"Is there anything I can help you with?"

Her words were brief, "The location of the goblin underground headquarters."

Sherlock got up from the chair, took the robe from the hanger beside him, and put it on. " Is that where it hides?"

"Possibly."

They walked out of the office, and Sherlock caught sight of Harry hiding behind a wall. He guessed instantly why Harry was there.

Sherlock sighed, "Did he come after you?"

Silk nodded slightly. 

Sherlock walked directly to the corner and grabbed Harry, "Why don't you go to Hogsmeade with Ron and Hermione on the weekend? Why are you following her?"

Hearing his words, Harry said, "No one signed my form, and Professor McGonagall won't let me go."

"So you just going to follow her? When you go back to Hogwarts, you have forgotten everything I taught you before." 

Sherlock tapped him on the head, "Go find someone else to play with. Lupin is available. He should be in the office now figuring out how to get a Grindylow so he can teach your class later."

Harry didn't leave immediately but looked at Silk and then at Sherlock, "What are you both going to do?"

Sherlock glared at him, "We don't need to tell you what we're doing. Are you Professor Dumbledore or Fudge?"

Harry finally left, full of curiosity. He knew that some things were best not to ask about, but he couldn't help thinking about it, so he listened to Sherlock and went to Lupin's office to find him.

"He's different." After Harry left, Silk looked at his back and said something.

Sherlock shrugged, "Of course, he is different. The future of the entire wizarding world depends on him."

"Let's go to the goblin's underground headquarters you mentioned. I hope there will be..."

"Shut it."

Sherlock watched helplessly, and he could only follow here.

"I know what you predict is always accurate, but can you be a little bit polite? It's not nice to interrupt someone's words, don't you know?"

They left the gates, and the Dementors still lingered around the school. Although they hadn't seen Black for two whole months, they were still patiently waiting here, waiting for him to fall into the trap.

Coming to Hogsmeade, the town is full of students walking around. This day is always the busiest time in this town. The well-known candy shop "Honeydukes" is crowded, and Sherlock also sees Ron in the crowd.

He saw Percy in Madame Puddifoot's teahouse. He was dating a girl inside, and Sherlock saw through the window that the girl inside was kissing him; it was the Ravenclaw prefect, Penelope Clearwater. They seem to be in a love phase.

"Your hobby is unique." Silk said coldly.

Sherlock was stunned for a moment and came to his senses to understand what she was talking about.

"What are you thinking? Those are my students, you know." 

When Sherlock was proving his innocence, a surprised female voice rang in front of him, "Professor Forrest?"

Sherlock looked at Hermione. She was holding a stack of parchment in her arms and looked at Sherlock and the others in surprise.

"Hermione, why do you have a lot of papers on hand?"

"I wanted to buy it at the Quill Shop, but something happened to that shop before. Now, the shop has been cleaned out. Although it still sells stationery items, it has changed its name because probably the owner of the store next door bought it."

As Hermione spoke, she stared at Sherlock and Silk and glanced at Madame Puddifoot's teahouse, a famous place for lovers. 

Sherlock saw her small movements and couldn't help but say speechlessly, "Don't think about anything. I came out here for something this time, and this is Ms. Silk from the German Ministry of Magic."

Hermione's face showed a stunned look. After Sherlock's brief introduction, there was no more misunderstanding.

She bowed her head, "I'll take my leave and go to Ron Professor, Goodbye."

There are indeed many students in Hogsmeade today, and in just a short while, Sherlock has met three familiar students. They came to the Hog's Head Inn, which was still empty, and no students would choose to come there for a glass of butterbeer.

Regardless of the environment or the price, the Three Broomsticks Inn is more enjoyable.

On the streets of Hogsmeade, Sherlock did not find the stray dog. It seemed to have left this town and went elsewhere.

"Did you call your two German colleagues this time?" Sherlock asked curiously

She shook her head, "We are not colleagues. They have their own mission."

"Then how do we get into that underground place? Where's the entrance?" Sherlock touched his chin, looked at the building in front of him, and asked.

Silk was silently looking at the counter behind the dirty bar window. The old man who threw them out last time was behind the counter, wiping the glass with a dark rag.

"In the lobby of this bar."

Sherlock followed her gaze and saw the wooden counter.

"You mean the entrance was there?"

"Uh-huh."

"That would be difficult." He frowned, "It's definitely not possible to do it during the day. We have to wait until the evening, or we need to pull something out."