Sherlock took Harry and Ron back to Hagrid’s hut. He lit up a stove, put so water in the kettle, and put it on the stove to boil it.
Ron and Harry sat on the chair while Sherlock lay down on Hagrid’s sofa, waved his wand, brought a plate of cookies, and watched both of them.
“Tell , why did you go into the forbidden forest?”
Harry was frightened, still hesitating whether to tell the truth. Sherlock didn’t urge him; he just held the cookies and ate them. When he put the cookies in his mouth, he discovered that unless he had the bite force of a giant, he could only grind his teeth with it.
Ron whispered, “Why don’t we all tell Professor Forrest? He already knows Hagrid’s situation.”
Harry finally made up his mind and told Sherlock everything about the diary and Riddle. From the ti he found the diary on the desk, to the conversation with Riddle in it, to the fact that he brought himself into his mory, saw what happened fifty years ago, etc.
The more Sherlock listened, the darker his face beca. In the end, he threw away all the biscuits that had been in his mouth and stared at Harry.
After Harry finished telling what he had experienced, and he asked, “Professor, why are you looking at like that?”
“You said the owner of that diary was Tom Riddle?” Sherlock asked.
Harry nodded.
“He also talked with you and showed you the mory of what happened to Hagrid fifty years ago?”
Harry continued to nod.
“The diary was in your hands for a mont, and you lost it?”
Harry couldn’t stop nodding. He felt that Sherlock was very intimidating at this ti, so he asked cautiously, “Professor, is there anything wrong with the diary?”
“It’s not just the diary that is a trouble. All of you are in trouble.” Sherlock’s voice grew louder. This was the first ti he had such a strong urge to curse.
“After knowing what happened to Hagrid fifty years ago from that diary, why didn’t you report it to the professors?”
Harry explained guiltily, “We’re afraid of Hagrid being misunderstood by others, and we don’t think he’s the kind of person who would do that.”
“Even you all know that Hagrid is not like that; Professor Dumbledore, McGonagall, and Hagrid have known each other for more than fifty years. Wouldn’t they know how Hagrid personally? You know that what you’re doing is too naïve and underestimating the adults, right?”
Harry and Ron looked at each other, a little ashad and confused. They knew it was wrong for them not to report to the school, but they didn’t understand why Sherlock was so angry.
If Harry got the diary and handed them over, there would be no more troubleso things. But thinking about it carefully, if Harry and the others were diligent students who didn’t make trouble, they wouldn’t be the protagonists of this story.
He sighed, cald down, waved his hand, and said to them, “The real culprit who opened the secret room wasn’t a Hogwarts student at all. It was the diary, the student nad Tom Riddle in it was the heir of Slytherin, and frad Hagrid 50 years ago.”
Harry and Ron were shocked. None of them would have thought that the diary was actually the culprit behind all the attacks. Thinking back carefully about what happened before, there are indeed so signs that the diary may be related to the incident.
As long as the diary was in Harry’s hands, there were no more attacks in the castle. But when the diary disappeared, the attack happened again.
Harry and Ron are in a bad mood right now. They had a chance to stop all of this before because, at that ti, Hermione had proposed to them that they give the diary to the professor, but they did not listen to her. It was equivalent to them causing Hermione to be attacked and beco what she is now.
Sherlock shook his head, “It’s too late to say these things now. Hogwarts is about to shut down, and this might not be a solution to stop it. Let’s go now. I’ll take you back to the castle.”
Harry and Ron returned to the castle under Sherlock’s guard.
Deep in the Forbidden Forest, where Sherlock set the fire. The centaurs had already felt the movent and gathered near the fire.
“We need to take care of this fire. The direction of the wind is blowing the fire to our territory. If we don’t take care of it, the fire will burn to our whole area in less than a night.” A centaur nad Firenze is organizing his people to fight the fire.
Another centaur with a beard nad Bane said irritably, “Who did this? The winter hasn’t completely passed yet. There are dead branches everywhere in the Forbidden Forest. Is soone planning to burn the entire Forbidden Forest to the ground?”
It is no exaggeration to say that this fire will burn down the entire forbidden forest. Compared with when Sherlock left, the fire had spread to hundreds of ters long, and all the trees around would be easily burned.
The wind was still strong tonight, and the fire spread fast. Even if the Centaurs wanted to put the fire out, they could not do it with their numbers alone.
Firenze looked at the overwhelming fire and shook his head in pain, “There is no need to put out the fire. Imdiately organize the others to evacuate. We must leave. We cannot put out this fire alone.”
Bane was mad and trampled the ground with his hooves. Just as they were about to lead the others to evacuate, the wind suddenly stopped.
Firenze and Baine both showed surprise in their eyes. When the wind stops, it ans that the fire will not continue to spread, and they have a chance of putting the fire out.
However, before they could organize the others to fight the fire, a much stronger wind blew up again than before. It’s just that the direction of the wind has changed this ti. It began to sweep in the opposite direction, encircling and spreading in the other direction.
Baine stared blankly at the scene in front of him, “Should we evacuate now?”
Firenze looked at the stars in the sky in shock and turned his gaze to the place where the fire had been put out, “The stars are in our favor. We will be fine, but judging from the direction the fire spreads, those spiders will definitely be burned to death.”
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