Just a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

The day after Colin was attacked, there was panic in Hogwarts.

But the Christmas break is about to begin, and prefects are starting to count students who apply to stay in school for the following holiday.

After the potions get out of class in the morning, the three of them, Harry Ron and Hermione, gathered together in Myrtle's bathroom on the first floor.

"I saw that Malfoy signed the list of staying at school, he plans to stay at Hogwarts this Christmas, there must be a problem!" Ron said with a look of certainty.

Hermione was stirring the potion in the cauldron. The most important step in the compound decoction was to boil twelve lacewings for twenty-one days.

"Anyway, we stayed at the school for three Christmases, just to see what the hell they were up to."

Harry wasn't focusing on Malfoy now, he still remembered yesterday that he was going to test Sherlock.

"There is a Defence Against the Dark Arts class this afternoon, and we can test Professor Forrest after class."

Hermione closed the lid of the cauldron, looked up at him and asked.

"What are you going to do?"

Harry said with a relaxed expression.

"It couldn't be easier, we just asked Professor Forrest how he felt about the weather today."

"and then?"

"Then we watch the weather change next."

Harry looked through the window to the clear sky outside.

"Looking at the current situation, as long as it is a normal person, it will be a sunny day, right?"

Even after Harry's careful analysis of every clue yesterday, Hermione still couldn't believe the fact that Sherlock had a crow's mouth talent.

"Professor Forrest is at most a powerful wizard, and he is not a god. How can he change the weather with a single word."

Harry and Ron looked at each other, both of them had experienced Sherlock's poisonous milk, and the question of whether Sherlock was a human or a god had already made them doubt.

"Whether we believe it or not, just try it today to find out."

In the afternoon, the weather was still cloudless, as if the bad weather of the previous days had been exhausted, and now there are only a few days of sunny days.

In the second-year Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Sherlock was telling them about the last dark magic creature to study this semester.

"...about Boggart, I've made the point of this class clear. After Christmas, before the next class starts, you're going to hand me a one-foot parchment-long holiday homework, which will focus on Boggart's habits, why it's there, and the best way to deal with it."

"Recently I seem to have found a Bogut figure in the castle, if I can find it before the next class, then we will have a practical class next class, let you try to deal with Bogut for yourself. Feel."

The students below cheered, and this was not their first practical class.

Previously, Sherlock found a few Cornish elves through Hagrid's relationship, as well as some Grindillos in the water tank.

For practical classes, the students showed great enthusiasm, which is of course a good thing, and Sherlock also plans to increase the proportion of practical classes in the next semester.

Just after he finished all his homework and announced that he was dismissed, the three of Harry dawdled and landed at the back of all the students, and surrounded Sherlock in the middle after everyone else had left.

"Professor, we have a question for you."

After hearing that, Sherlock put down the things in his hand and really adjusted to life at Hogwarts. He was no stranger to such things.

Although the students in this castle did not study hard, there were always some little wizards who were really interested in magic who often came to him for advice.

When Sherlock is teaching them, he can also understand these basic magical knowledge more deeply, which can be regarded as a mutually beneficial thing.

"Ask you any questions, what did you not understand in today's class?"

Hearing Sherlock's words, Harry and the three looked at each other as if to encourage each other.

In the end, Harry stood up. He pretended to be calm, but Sherlock could clearly see that he asked nervously.

"Professor Forrest, what do you think... how is the weather today?"

Hearing this question, Sherlock was stunned for a moment, and then looked at the trio in front of him with a look of anticipation.

"What the hell are you doing?"

He shook his head, picked up the things he used in class, and prepared to leave the classroom.

"If you want to know the weather, you should ask your Professor Trelawney, she may give some reliable predictions."

Sherlock's tone became visibly colder. He wondered if he had given Harry a good face recently and made them feel like he was being teased.

"No, Professor, we're not joking or joking."

Seeing that Sherlock was about to get angry, Harry and the others hurriedly followed behind his ass to explain.

"We really just wanted to ask you, how do you feel about the weather today?"

Harry Ron and Hermione pleading all the way, following Sherlock all the way to the door of his office.

Sherlock was so annoyed by them that he looked up at the sky outside before entering the office.

Although the temperature is a little colder, it is cloudless. Obviously, the next few days should be a good and good weather.

So in order to make himself quiet for a while, he said to Harry and the others perfunctorily.

"The weather should be good today. If you want to play Quidditch, you can go. If you have any questions about defensive magic, you can come to me and ask me. Others like these messes don't bother me."

With a "bang", Sherlock closed the door of his office, and the three of them stood outside the door with delighted faces.

"Professor Forrest said just now, isn't the weather good today?"

Ron reconfirmed what Sherlock had just said to Harry and Hermione.

Hermione nodded.

"If according to Harry's guess, Professor Forrest is born with a crow's mouth, then the weather should get worse next time."

Next, the three of Harry didn't go back to the lounge or wander around the castle as usual. Instead, they were lying by the window of an empty classroom, with their heads raised side by side, looking towards the sky.

But when their necks were sore, they didn't see a clear sky, and there was no sign of being covered by dark clouds.

Hermione moved her sore neck and complained resentfully.

"I know this guess is not reliable at all. How could someone really be a crow who has tried everything..."

But before she could finish her words, Ron and Harry suddenly let out excited shouts.

"Snow! It's snowing! It's snowing at Hogwarts!"

Hermione was stunned for a moment.

She stared blankly at the window, the increasingly dense snowflakes falling from the sky, with an expression like she had seen a ghost!