I’m Only A Defense Against The Dark Arts Professor - Chapter 51: The Weather Should Be Good

Chapter 51: The Weather Should Be Good

The day after Colin was attacked, there was a panic in Hogwarts. But the Christmas holiday was about to begin, and the prefects began to count the students who wanted to stay in school.

After the potions class in the morning, the three of them sneakily gathered together in the bathroom again/

“I saw that Draco signed on the list. He plans to stay at Hogwarts this Christmas. There must be something.” Ron said.

Hermione was stirring the potion in the cauldron. The most important step in the Polyjuice was to boil lacewings for several days.

“Anyway, we will stay at the school for Christmas to see what they are up to.” Harry wasn’t focusing on Draco only but was going to test Sherlock.

“There is a Defense Against the Dark Arts class this afternoon, and we can test Professor Forrest after that.”

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, “We just need to ask Professor Forrest how he feels about the weather today.”

“And then?”

“We will observe the next weather changes.” Harry looked through the window to the clear sky outside.

“Looking at the current situation, you will think that today is a sunny day, right?”

After Harry analyzes every clue yesterday, Hermione still can’t believe the fact that Sherlock is a jinx, “Professor Forrest is a powerful wizard. He is not a God. How could he change the weather with just one word?”

Harry and Ron looked at each other. Both of them had experienced Sherlock’s bad omen, and the question of whether Sherlock was a human or a God had already made them suspicious.

“Whether we believe it or not, just try it today, and you’ll know.”

In the afternoon, the weather was still cloudless, as if the bad weather of the previous days had finished, and now there were only a few sunny days. In the second-grade 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 homework, which will focus on Boggart’s habits, why it exists, and the best way to deal with it.”

“I seem to have found a Boggart figure in the castle; if I can find it before the next class, we will have a practical class next time to try to deal with Boggart yourself.”

The students cheered. This was not the first time they had a practical class. Sherlock previously found a few Cornish Pixies through Hagrid’s connection, and he got some of them.

For this kind of class, the students showed great interest, which is good. Sherlock is also ready to increase the proportion of practical classes in the next semester.

They were dismissed just after he finished announcing the homework and future classes. Harry and others came up to him 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 got used to the things happening now. Although the students in this castle did not study hard, some students were interested in magic and often came to him for advice.Explore new 𝒏ovels on novelbi𝒏(.)com

When Sherlock was teaching them, he could also understand this basic knowledge more deeply, which was mutually beneficial.

“Ask any questions. What did you not understand in today’s class?”

Hearing Sherlock’s words, the three of them looked at 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 about the weather today?”

Hearing this question, Sherlock was stunned for a moment and looked at them with anticipation, “What are you all trying to do?”

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 might give some reliable predictions.”

Sherlock’s tone became cold. He wondered if he had been nice to Harry too much recently, making them feel like he easily to be asked something like this.

“No, Professor, we’re not playing a prank or joking with you.”

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

“We really wanted to ask you how you feel about the weather today?” Harry, Ron, and Hermione begged all the way, following Sherlock to the door of his office.

Sherlock was annoyed. Before entering the office, he looked up at the sky outside. Although the temperature was a little colder, it was cloudless. The next few days should be good.

In order to make them quiet, he said to Harry and the others, “The weather should be good today. If you want to play Quidditch, you can go for it. If you have any questions about magic, you can come and ask me. Don’t bother me asking these kind of questions again.”

With a bang, Sherlock closed his office door, and the three of them stood outside the door with joy on their faces.

“Professor Forrest just said the weather is good today?” Ron turned to Harry and Hermione and reconfirmed what Sherlock had just said.

Hermione nodded, “According to Harry’s guess, If Professor Forrest is a jinx, the weather should worsen later.”

Next, Harry and the others do not return to the common room or wander around the castle as usual. Instead, they were lying by the window of an empty classroom, with their heads raised, looking towards the sky. But when their necks were tired, there was no sign that it was about to be covered by dark clouds.

Hermione moved her neck and complained, “I told you this guess is unreliable. How could someone really be a jinx tha-“

Before she could finish her words, Ron and Harry shouted, “Snow! It’s snowing! It’s snowing at Hogwarts!”

Hermione was stunned all of a sudden. She stared at the window and the increasing snowflakes falling from the sky with an expression like she had seen a ghost.