Windfall

"Hellooo, Professor Forrest..."

These were the second and third Weasleys he caught this night the first Weasley being Ron and now the twins.

George and Fred were very nervous right now.

They didn't know why Sherlock, who just become a professor today, appeared here.

Of course, being here was not the issue, the issue was that just a moment ago, the two of them used their secret treasure the Marauder's Map in front of the newly recruited Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

After he reacted, George hurriedly hid the Marauder's Map behind him.

The next second, he and Fred laughed heartily together.

"What a coincidence, Professor Forrest, you are still walking here so late. I didn't expect to meet you as soon as we came out."

"Yes, yes, it's already late in the night, and I can still see you. It's not too early. You'd better go back to rest early. We're going to sleep too. Staying up late will stunt our growth."

George and Fred were sloppy, jokingly trying to fool the new professor while trying to conceal the Marauder map, the Weasley's at the same time, turned around and walked towards the entrance of the Gryffindor common room together.

However, their behaviour of trying to distract him and conceal the map certainly didn't deceive Sherlock.

The moment they turned around, Sherlock grabbed the back collars of the two of them.

Fred and George's body froze instantly.

They swallowed their saliva and looked at each other quietly. They could see from each other's eyes that they couldn't escape so easily tonight.

"Uh... Do you have anything else to do? Professor Forrest, we have to go back to sleep. Mom said going to bed late is not good for your health."

George put up the last bit of stubborn resistance he could muster.

However, Sherlock had already stretched out his hand in front of him and said lightly.

"Give the parchment here."

Knowing that they really couldn't escape, George and Fred both wept and grimaced and took out the hidden Marauder's map.

They didn't dare to play tricks in front of Sherlock.

During the summer vacation at home, Mrs. Weasley told them countless times how powerful Professor Forrest was when he was a student.

After graduating, he worked as an Auror for more than a year. Later, He felt that Aurors were too boring, so he voluntarily resigned from the Ministry of Magic and devoted myself to studying magic at home.

Then, after less than two years of research, he had written two books on defence spells that were even respected by many spell masters.

If nothing else, just in his early twenties, he could be a professor of a main course in a thousand-year-old school like Hogwarts, which is definitely not something ordinary people can do.

They dared to prank the Caretaker Filch because they had been against each other for three years, and they had already guessed that Filch was a squib.

But Sherlock is definitely not so easy to prank... At least it seemed that way.

Sherlock took the parchment from the twins. The magic on it was still going on at this time. He could see the magic of the parchment at a glance.

This is a magical map of all the locations and secret passageways of Hogwarts.

Not only the castle but all the buildings and land on the Hogwarts campus could be seen on the map.

The most incredible thing is that the map could also show the real-time location of everyone in the school.

For example, Sherlock could now see on the map, Dumbledore is walking back and forth in his office, Filch is still running towards his residence.

With this map, you could also know the whole of Hogwarts like the back of your hand, which is exactly what Sherlock needed most at this time!

So, he looked up from the Marauder's map and stared at the twins with those very pressing eyes.

"Okay, let's discuss how to resolve the matter tonight for the two of Mr. Weasleys."

George and Fred tried looking innocent to the eyes of Sherlock.

They knew very well that although Sherlock was talking about discussing it, the two of them had no room to pay back.

"You set up a trap in advance against Filch the Caretaker of the castle, and then took the opportunity to run out of the common room during the curfew time for a night tour, holding a Hogwarts map that looks like contraband. Maps, any of these three things are serious violations of school rules."

Hearing him say this, George and the others already thought in despair that Sherlock was going to hand them over to Professor McGonagall unselfishly. Sherlock's words suddenly changed.

"But you also know that I have a good relationship with your parents. If you let them know that their son has done this kind of thing in school, they will probably be mad enough, so I can consider making an excuse for you."

Immediately, expressions of surprise appeared on the faces of George and Fred.

"I don't have to tell the school about your violation of the school rules tonight, and I don't even have to confiscate your map. But to let you know the lesson, I will keep this map for a few days. By Christmas, if I feel You did well in the first half of the semester, so I'll give it back to you."

As soon as they heard that they could get it back, George and the others immediately made an oath and made a promise.

"We promise to be obedient Professor Forrest in the next few months!"

"I hope this is the best."

George and Fred didn't dare to ask for too much. Sherlock's promise to return the map to them was already a pleasant surprise.

Besides, they only promise to be honest and obedient for the next few months, and it will be another matter when they get the Marauder's Map back.

So the two asked cautiously.

"Can we go back to sleep now? Professor."

Sherlock handed the Marauder's Map to them.

"Cancel the magic on this map."

Fred took the map honestly, raised his wand in front of Sherlock, pointed at the Marauder's map and said a spell.

"Mischief managed!"

The next moment when his wand touched the map, all the lines on the parchment contracted in the middle, finally converging into a single ink dot that disappeared completely on the paper, and the Marauder's map became an ordinary parchment.

The opening and closing spells were all memorized by Sherlock. He took the map back from Fred's hands and then nodded to indicate that they could go back to sleep.

At this time, the twins turned around and said the password to the portrait of the fat lady at the entrance of the Gryffindor Common Room, ending the night tour that was forced to end before it even started.

Sherlock was the only one left in the silent castle corridor.

He looked at the unremarkable parchment in his hand and lightly tapped it with his wand.

"I solemnly swear that I am up to no good!"

Then countless ink-coloured lines emerged from the parchment, stretching around like a snake, and finally formed the entire real-time map of Hogwarts.

Looking at the unexpected harvest tonight, the corner of Sherlock's mouth slightly raised a wonderful arc.