2nd Attack

Just as Hermione left for a short while, another student came to Sherlock's office.

The student, who Hermione knew, was Colin Creevey, who was a freshman in Gryffindor this year, and at the same time adored Harry madly.

"Can I take a picture with you, Professor? I'm going to show my mom and dad when I get home for Christmas, and they've been wondering what this school of witchcraft looks like since I've been in Hogwarts, My younger brother Dennis also wanted to know where I was studying and living, so I took pictures of the castle and took pictures with my teachers and friends, intending to introduce it to them."

Colin pleaded with Sherlock with the camera in his hand.

Sherlock stopped his work, of course, he would not refuse such a small act, and even had a good impression of the boy because of it.

"Okay," he agreed.

Colin was very happy to stand beside him, his shoulders were just flush with Sherlock sitting on the chair, then he pointed the camera lens at himself, and pressed the shutter button with a smile on his face.

"Thank you, Professor, I have collected almost all the professors' photos, only Professor Snape is left. I plan to go to him tomorrow, I hope he can agree."

Sherlock felt that his hope was slim, and he didn't think Snape would agree to take a photo with him.

"Then wish you good luck tomorrow."

"Goodbye, professor."

Waiting for Colin to leave at the door, Hermione walked into Sherlock's office with a hesitant look.

Sherlock raised his eyebrows slightly as he looked at Hermione who came in empty-handed.

"What happened to Miss Granger? Where's my book?"

Hermione tried her best to look nervous, but she didn't even need to appear nervous enough.

she stammered.

"Yes, I'm sorry, Professor Forrest, I put the slip you gave in my pocket, but it disappeared when I got to the library. Maybe I lost it on the way."

"lost?"

Sherlock looked at her and repeated the question.

"Yes, yes, Professor, I'm sorry, but I was careless, and I don't know when..."

Hermione hurriedly explained, but Sherlock interrupted her with a half-smile.

"It doesn't matter, Miss Granger, it's just a slip of paper. I believe that even if someone picks it up, it they won't do anything bad with it, right?"

Hermione was so nervous now that even in the December weather, her forehead was starting to sweat faintly.

With her intelligence, she must have heard what Sherlock had guessed, but she continued to bite the bullet.

"There will be no students who do such bad things."

Sherlock didn't continue to embarrass her, he took out a new piece of parchment, wrote a second loan note, and handed it to Hermione.

"This note won't be lost again, will it?"

Hermione assured immediately.

"I swear, I'll put the book in your hands in ten minutes!"

"Go."

After hearing Sherlock's words, Hermione ran out of the office with the borrowing slip, and Harry and Ron were waiting for her at the corner of the corridor and stairs.

"How is it? Has Professor Forrest found it?"

Hermione's face was heavy: "Although the professor didn't say it explicitly, I think he's already guessed that we've done something with his loan slip."

"He didn't ask you why?" Ron asked nervously.

"No, he wrote me a new book loan note and asked me to borrow books from the library. You wait for me first, and I'll help the professor borrow the books and then find you."

Hermione ran very fast all the way, came to the library, checked out the book, returned it to Sherlock, and then met Harry and Ron again.

"At least the results are good."

Seeing that Hermione was in a bad mood, Harry comforted her.

Hermione shook her head and said reproachfully.

"Professor Forrest is such a good teacher, but I deceived him."

Ron helped her find an excuse.

"We're here for Hogwarts too."

"After investigating Malfoy, we're going to apologize to Professor Forrest." Hermione said firmly, "Whether it's Malfoy or not, we should go and apologize to Professor Forrest after."

"We really should apologize to the professor," Harry also said.

Ron looked at them and finally sighed.

"Okay, since you've decided, I'll listen to you."

Hermione turned to look at Harry dissatisfiedly.

"You still doubted Professor Forrest because he blessed Justin. I just heard the professor outside the office door and he wished Colin good luck tomorrow, so let's take a look out for anything bad tomorrow."

Harry scratched his head in embarrassment, and now he also feels that his suspicions were outrageous at the beginning. In any case, Professor Forrest is not the culprit behind the scenes.

"Cough, cough, when will we borrow the book from the library?" He changed the subject.

"Tomorrow afternoon, we can't take two notes from the professor to Madam Pince to borrow books in a short period of time she will get suspicious."

The day passed quickly.

The next afternoon, after lunch, the three of them gathered at the entrance of the Great Hall.

"Now go and borrow the book, and then go to class," said Hermione.

They walked to the library together, and then Harry handed the loan slip to Mrs. Pince and finally got the "Moste Potente Potions" book they needed.

The process in between was very smooth.

Together, they came to an abandoned lavatory on the second floor, where they hid and found the formula for polyjuice from the book.

The trouble is, in the formula of the potion, there are several materials that they do not have and cannot find.

Ron looked frustrated.

"This is how to do?"

Hermione pursed her lips: "We've come to this point, we can't give up. Snape must have these materials!"

Harry's eyes widened, he understood what Hermione meant.

"Snape is not like Professor Forrest!"

"Then we just give up?" Hermione asked rhetorically.

Harry and Ron looked at each other and finally gritted their teeth.

"Done! The last class today is Potions, and we'll prepare at that time!"

The three reached an agreement. They walked out of the bathroom and were about to go to the classroom when they suddenly found a big movement in the corridor in front.

They gathered curiously and found out that another attack happened!

And the victim who was petrified was Colin Creevey!

All three of Harry were stunned in place as if they had been petrified, with shock and disbelief in their eyes.

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Editor: You missed me? (I hope so)

Sorry for no chapters for the last couple days but I needed the time… But I'm back and maybe a chapter a day is going to happen again

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