Chapter 211 Lively

"Do you remember the black-robed witch who was looking for Professor Forrest when we met her in the hall at the beginning of last semester? That's her!"

Silk's outfit was very conspicuous in Hogwarts. After Harry's reminder, Hermione and Ron only recalled it for a moment and remembered the figure covered by the black robe.

"That sister is called Silk?"

Hermione didn't know how to call her, so she just called her sister like Harry.

"Professor Forrest introduced her as Vera Silk. She is very beautiful, prettier than all the girls in Hogwarts, but she seems to be blind and covers her eyes with a ribbon."

Ron's eyes flashed with gossip.

"She is Professor Forrest's girlfriend? I haven't heard of any professor in Hogwarts having a family!"

Harry shook his head and said hesitantly.

"That sister said that she and the professor are friends, but it's not clear if they are that kind of friends."

"Even if they are not that kind of friends, they must be special, and they live together."

"We can see if the professor takes her with him when we go to the Quidditch game tomorrow."

"Good idea!"

The three of them chatted about Sherlock's gossip on the sofa, and soon Mrs. Weasley prepared dinner. The Weasley family was already large, and now with Harry and Hermione, it was even more lively.

After dinner, they went to bed early. Just after midnight, when it was still dark, Mrs. Weasley woke them up and prepared to go to the Quidditch World Cup venue.

And Sherlock didn't need to rush at all.

He slept until noon, and when he woke up, there was a "ping-pong" sound coming from the kitchen, which Sherlock was not surprised by.

Since Silk failed to cook last time, he has been very entangled about this matter, as if he didn't deserve to sit at the same table with Sherlock if he couldn't cook.

Whenever she had the chance, she would go into the kitchen, with a cookbook floating beside her, studying how to make a creamy soup or not overcook the eggs.

But as smart as she is, she also has things she is not good at.

Her natural sharp intuition seemed to disappear after entering the kitchen. When to add seasoning, when to turn over, when to use high heat, when to use low heat, she was completely confused.

In the end, Sherlock had to help her clean up the mess.

"Why do you have to be so obsessed with learning how to cook? Just leave this kind of thing to me."

Silk leaned against the wall, pursed her lips, and watched Sherlock skillfully direct the kitchen knife to cut the broccoli into small pieces, remembering how he taught her to fold paper airplanes in the Leaky Cauldron.

"What time do we leave?" she asked softly.

Sherlock looked at the clock in the living room and estimated the time.

"Let's go after dinner. We still need to set up tents when we get there, although it won't take long."

"Have your students gone?"

"You mean Harry? They do have to go there early in advance, after all, they need to use the portkey. The place where we camp is next to the Weasley family's camp. I can introduce them to you when the time comes. Although those children are not obedient babies, they are also very cute. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley are also good people."

Since Silk has chosen to settle down in the UK, Sherlock doesn't want her to be as silent as before.

After all, you still need to make more friends so that your personality will become more cheerful.

They had a simple lunch and used Apparition to come directly to a desolate swamp.

If it were normal, this place would be sparsely populated, and even in broad daylight, few people would choose to have a picnic here, but the forest deep in the swamp seemed very lively at this time.

A middle-aged man was guarding the entrance, and there were many wizards walking around. He was obviously a Muggle.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Roberts." Sherlock stepped forward and greeted him.

The Muggle named Roberts glanced at him, his eyes were a little confused, and it took him two or three seconds to react after hearing the greeting.

"Oh, yes, good afternoon, sir, you have reserved a tent, right?"

His performance was obviously the sequelae of being cast a lot of forgetfulness spells in a short period of time. Sherlock didn't know whether it was the idea of ​​the smart leader of the Ministry of Magic to find a Muggle to sell tents here.

"Sherlock Forrest, I have reserved two tents for one night."

Roberts looked at Silk beside Sherlock for a while. He had never seen such a beautiful girl. She was much more beautiful than those stars in the movies, but it was a pity that she was blind.

He shook his head, and after coming to his senses, he found Sherlock's name on the reservation form attached to the pole.

"You can pay now, Mr. Forrest."

Sherlock looked at this confused Muggle and took out a few pounds from his pocket and gave them to him.

Just as Roberts was looking for money, a shocking explosion suddenly sounded behind him.

The huge Irish Quidditch team emblem, a shamrock pattern, suddenly exploded, and countless flashing green lights and shiny things flew everywhere.

Cheers rang out, and several wizards in green robes ran out of the woods, shouting non-stop.

"The Irish team must win!"

Behind them, in the foggy forest, a louder cheer came, mixed with suppressed boos.

Roberts was obviously frightened. He saw those magical animals with green wings, which looked like sequins from a distance but were actually magical fairies up close. He was trembling all over and his lips were pale.

"Oh my God! I knew it was wrong! This is so strange! This is so strange..."

Just as he was shouting, an Auror suddenly fell from the sky, pointed his wand at Roberts, and said in a sharp voice.

"Oblivion!"

The spell hit Roberts accurately, and he stood there. At the same time, five Aurors surrounded the crazy Irish fans in the middle, waving their wands and using coma spells on them.

The wizards dressed like Peter Pan, wearing green cloaks and green pointed hats, fell to the ground one by one, and kept shouting before falling to the ground.

"Ireland will win! Victory belongs to Britain!"

The Aurors quickly dealt with these fanatical fans, and the leading captain yelled angrily.

"If they can't be imprisoned in Azkaban, they will be fined! I will fine them until they are bankrupt! Damn it! It's already busy enough, and these people are making things worse!"

Sherlock and Silk, who were eating melons on the side, looked at each other and smiled knowingly.

If nothing else, at least it is really lively here.