Capítulo 21: Daredevil Neville
Harry was embarrassed right now.
He even wanted to take off the gauze from his head, wrap it around his face, and pretend he was Draco Malfoy.
However, this obviously could only exist in fantasy.
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The reality is that Professor Forrest not only saw who he was but also heard the conversation between him and Ron just now.
Ron was even more at a loss, he stammered and shouted.
"Heyyyy, Professor Forrest."
Sherlock, who was speechless here, didn't speak, and Filch over there scolded them with a stern face.
"It's less than half an hour before the curfew. What do you guys want to do when you are dressed up like this and running around the castle?"
Harry hurriedly explained.
"We just came from Madam Pomfrey, and Professor Dumbledore asked us to go to the Hospital Wing to deal with the crash..."
His words got quieter and quieter as he continued to speak, and in the end, he was not much louder than a falling feather.
Sherlock looked at the two of them strangely, and when he saw Harry and the others driving the flying car on the train, he recalled some scenes.
He remembered that the two of them should not have suffered such serious injuries in the original book.
"I saw you greeting me from the sky when I was on the train. I thought you could finally land safely."
Hearing what he said, Harry and Ron were even more embarrassed, and could not wait to tuck their heads into their collars.
"Just now you seemed to say you were going to take a leave of absence from my class tomorrow. Is the injury so serious?" Sherlock asked flatly.
Harry seemed to be in a hurry to speak, but he choked on his saliva. He coughed several times before coming to explain.
"Professor I was joking with Ron, we weren't seriously injured, Madam Pomfrey didn't even leave us in the hospital for observation, she used a bandage to cover the wound, and said it would be fine in two days, so it shouldn't affect classes."
Sherlock nodded slightly.
"That's good. I don't want students to ask for leave before my first class even starts."
"We promise not to be absent from classes professor!"
"Go back and rest."
Hearing him say this, the two weasels who looked like they were caught stealing chicken hurried back to the Gryffindor common room.
"You shouldn't let them go so easily, Professor Forrest. Just now those two students were deliberately planning to skip class, and you should punish them with detention!"
Filch seemed a little resentful that Sherlock let Harry and Ron go so easily.
The main reason is that Sherlock's external image was too cold, which made Filch mistakenly think that he and Snape were the same kind of person.
I hate mischievous students, especially Gryffindors.
"They just have this idea. As long as the idea is not put into action, they should not be punished."
Seeing what he said, Filch didn't talk too much but continued to walk towards the Gryffindor lounge with Sherlock.
On the way, they also met other little wizards in Gryffindor. Although Sherlock could see that Filch obviously wanted to punish them, but since it was not curfew time, he had no way to deal with them.
Just as he was walking to the corridor where the entrance to the Gryffindor lounge was, a rash boy suddenly bumped into Sherlock.
Just as the boy's body came into contact with him, Sherlock suddenly felt a burning sensation at the crescent-shaped birthmark on his left arm!
That feeling was too short-lived and even made him wonder if it was an illusion created by him.
Sherlock frowned and looked down at the boy who hit him and fell to the ground.
He had a round face, a little fat body, and a little messy black hair, and his face looks pale because of fear.
Sherlock stretched out a hand towards him, trying to help pull him up from the ground.
But the boy just gave him a timid look and then got up from the ground.
"I'm sorry, Professor Forrest, I-I wasn't paying attention and didn't see you."
"It's okay," Sherlock said, and then he asked casually, "What's your name?"
The boy lowered his head, it seemed that he was not very courageous.
"Neville Longbottom."
"Longbottom..." Sherlock repeated the boy's surname.
He is no stranger to this name.
Because in the first book that he was most familiar with, the boy in front of him had appeared before, and he seemed to occupy a very important position in the later books.
Just why did the mark on his left arm get hot again when he bumped into him?
The last time the mark reacted was when he met Malfoy and his son at the Flourish and Blotts Bookstore. At that time, the burning sensation was very strong. Now that met he Neville, the burning sensation was only for a brief moment.
So what's the connection?
Because of the lack of clues, Sherlock couldn't think of anything in common between Neville Longbottom and Malfoy.
And just as he was thinking, Neville asked in a small voice.
"Can I leave?"
Sherlock finally came to his senses, and he patted Neville's shoulder casually.
"Yes, go back and rest."
Hearing his permission, Neville turned around and ran to the entrance of the Gryffindor lounge, giving the password and climbed in.
Watching his back disappear, Sherlock looked thoughtfully at the hand he just slapped on Neville.
After touching the boy's body again, the birthmark on his left arm stopped responding again, which made him wonder if the burning sensation just now was his illusion.
"Students in Gryffindor are reckless! They can't even see clearly when they walk. It's time we teach the children in this school a good lesson and let them know what the rules are!"
Filch looked at Sherlock in a daze, thinking he was still minding what happened to Neville just now, so he taught Sherlock these lessons for himself.
Sherlock shook his head, not bothering about Filch and still thinking about the mark.
There is a high possibility that the crescent-shaped mark was left by the original owner's mother.
And the reason why Professor McGonagall, the Weasleys, Hagrid and Dumbledore took care of the original owner so much was probably that they were familiar with the original's mother.
Judging from the description in the diary, the original owner did not seem to know why his mad mother had such a close relationship with these famous wizards in the magic world.
Sherlock felt that when the right time came, he could start from this point.
Ask Dumbledore or Professor McGonagall directly about their relationship with their mother and the origin of the birthmark on their body.
The information obtained in this way must be far more reliable than just guessing by himself.
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