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Chapter 124 Your Divination Is Accurate
The students in the auditorium were still noisy, and Hermione and Ron looked at each other when they heard Harry's words.

"Haven't we tested it? The professor's crow's mouth is not 100% effective. If the probability of the thing itself is particularly high, then..."

"No." Harry interrupted Hermione, before telling them what had happened on the French road.

".At the time I really thought that Professor Forrest's crow's mouth disappeared, and then on my birthday, the Professor wished me a happy birthday, and I bumped my head twice that night on the way to the Ministry of Magic. The first time I saw When the dementor passed out, I woke up and saw a horse's face, and the last Auror accidentally poured chocolate on my head."

Harry shuddered as he recalled that dreadful day.

"Then in the early morning of the next day, the professor made up a birthday dinner for me and wanted to sing me a happy birthday song! Fortunately, I stopped it, otherwise you might not see me today."

While Ron and Hermione mourned for Harry, they thought about what he had just said.

"You mean, on that highway, you told the professor that he was a crow's mouth, and then conducted an experiment with him to verify it, but the result was unsuccessful?"

Hermione repeated what Harry had said, as if she was suspicious.

Harry nodded and said, "Yes, I did it twice! Not only did things not develop in the opposite direction to Professor Forrest's guess, but they were exactly as he said."

Until now, Harry still couldn't believe the scene when he recalled that time.

"At that time, the owl was still flying in the sky, and it could not even be seen that it was an owl. At that time, Professor Forrest said, "Why do I feel that it is looking for us? ", and then the owl suddenly changed direction and flew towards us!"

Ron looked a little excited, he said eagerly.

"Could it be that you triggered some preconditions that made Professor Forrest's crow's mouth reversed and turned into a wishing cup?"

Hermione looked thoughtful.

"This is indeed very possible. I think the problem may be that Harry told Professor Forrest the truth, which made the professor's crow's mouth change."

Hermione looked up and looked at Harry and Ron, who were also looking at each other.

They looked at each other like this for a long time before Hermione spoke cautiously.

"Alternatively, do you guys have an idea...we do another test?"

Sherlock didn't know how the students in the auditorium reacted, and he didn't even know what kind of plans Harry's three little ones had.

At this time, he and Silk walked out of the gate of Hogwarts side by side, and walked in the direction of Hogsmeade.

Silke didn't seem to want to explain the situation on the way, so Sherlock had to take the initiative to ask.

"What did you see?"

Silk's answer was still so short that it couldn't even be called a sentence.

"trace."

Sherlock's mind has automatically completed the extension "Traces of the murderer."

Divination is a very wonderful ability. A wizard with talent in this area can not only see some fragments of the future, but also rely on this to know some secrets that are difficult for ordinary people to detect.

So when they can see the clues, there is often no reason to say it. If they know it, they know it, and there is no reason.

After this simple conversation between the two, there was no other conversation.

They walked all the way to the main road of Hogsmeade. There were still Aurors patrolling here, but it was obviously not as dense as before.

In order to maintain normal operations in the wizarding world, Scrimgeour could not put all the manpower in the headquarters on Hogsmeade's side. They had to allocate some personnel to conduct routine case investigations.

Some pedestrians have also appeared in this wizarding town. The free and undisciplined personality of Westerners makes them unable to accept the long-term restraint. There have been no accidents for two days, and these people have already started their daily life as usual.

Silk took Sherlock all the way to the very end of Hogsmeade. Outside of Sherlock, she would take herself to the scene of the previous attack, but she didn't expect to go directly out of Hogsmeade village and came to the small village. On a small hill outside the town.

This location is not very far from the most famous haunted house in the wizarding world - the Shrieking Shack. Looking down from the hill, you can clearly see the broken roof of the shack.

The height of the hill is also high enough to overlook the entire town of Hogsmeade, which is a place with a great view.

But the surrounding area was empty, without any buildings or dense trees. Sherlock didn't understand why Silk came to this place.

Just when he was about to ask why, Silk suddenly squatted silently, as if he had found something on the ground.

Sherlock looked in her direction and saw her reach out and pick up a yellow straw from the ground.

"It's been here."

Silk said softly.

The straw she held in her hand looked very ordinary from the outside, as if it could be seen everywhere on the roadside and could be picked up wherever she wanted.

But Sherlock wasn't fooled by the appearance of the straw, and Silk didn't seem like a joker.

"Is this something on it?"

"It's something on the carrier."

The two different words on the body and the carrier made him understand one thing.

That thing should have no entity of its own, and it can host and control any object.

Silk stood up from the ground, and she looked down at the small town of Hogsmeade below, as if imitating the murderer's every move here.

"It's looking for something," she said to herself.

"But not in town."

She raised her head and looked further away, where was a majestic castle built among the mountains.

"It saw Hogwarts and confirmed that what it was looking for is here."

"The seven people who were eaten were just to fill their stomachs."

"Not spreading fear makes yourself stronger."

"It's just here to find that thing."

Sherlock frowned and listened to all her reasoning, as if he had returned to that night in person.

Under the sky covered by a piece of black cloth, it came to this hill after having just had a full stomach in Hogsmeade, quietly staring at the town below, and after not finding what it wanted, it will His eyes turned to Hogwarts Castle, and there was a rare longing in those empty eyes.

He squinted his eyes and looked at Hogwarts Castle in the distance.

"Will it eat souls again?"

"I can't see it." Silk shook his head lightly.

Sherlock turned his gaze to her and said solemnly.

"It must not be allowed to commit crimes in Hogwarts. If that kind of thing happens, it only needs to be together, and the Ministry of Magic will block the entire school, and things will become more troublesome."

After hearing what he said, Silk turned and looked in the direction behind him.

As a town of wizards, Hogsmeade naturally didn't have the habit of growing large-scale crops, and there was a wasteland behind the hill.

"You can find other places."

Sherlock understood what she meant.

"Since it will leave straw here, it may leave some traces elsewhere."

As he said that, he looked up with some rejoicing and looked at the sky that had been gloomy since the first day of school.

"Fortunately, it only rained once, and we may still have some discoveries."

When he was speaking, Silk was walking towards the wasteland below the hill, but when Sherlock's words just fell, she suddenly stopped her footsteps.

"What did you say?"

This was the first time she spoke in such a tone in front of Sherlock, her tone was not calm and cold, but mixed with a hint of disbelief.

Sherlock's reaction to her was a little strange, he said with a shrug.

"I said we might make some discoveries."

"last sentence!"

Sherlock said with a slightly confused face.

"Fortunately, it only rained once? Haven't you left your room these days? It just rained on the first day of school."

Silk stood there, her eyes hidden under the hood and ribbon, seemed to be looking at Sherlock with a very weird look, which made Sherlock feel uncomfortable.

"Why are you looking at me like that? What's the matter?"

"keep the change."

She took a deep breath, turned and walked towards the small town of Hogsmeade.

Sherlock followed her with a puzzled expression on his face.

"Why don't you look for it, maybe you can find some clues?"

Silk stopped again, and the future she could see changed again. Although it was covered by fog at first, she could still see some established pictures after a little bit of unraveling.

But every time Sherlock made a prediction, all the things that were originally planned suddenly became waste paper in the trash can, changed into a mess, and could only be crumpled up and thrown away as garbage.

She noticed that the question was on Sherlock's mouth, and stared at him quietly again, watching him get hairy all over.

"Don't talk anymore."

Sherlock didn't understand what she meant, but somehow felt that he had been insulted in character.

"what do you mean?"

"It's going to rain, and I can't find any clues. Let's go back to the town."

"Did you see it again?"

He asked with a surprised face. Before the words fell, the sky began to drip a few drops of rain, and it seemed that there was going to be a heavy rain.

Silk didn't answer his question again, but drew out his wand and cast the Umbrella Charm, putting an umbrella on himself.

Sherlock also used the spell in amazement, and held up the umbrella.

The rain soon began to fall heavily, and there was a dull sound of dripping on the umbrella surface.

They went back the way they came, Sherlock sighed.

"Your divination is really accurate. It will rain when it says rain."

Silk didn't say a word, but the knuckles holding the umbrella handle were slightly white because of too much force.

It's not that she wants to be silent, but she's used to expressing herself in concise language, so she doesn't know what words to use to express the sentence "Why don't you have a little b number in your heart".

(End of this chapter)