Harry is very embarrassed now.
He even wanted to take off the gauze from his head, wrap it around his face, and then lied that he was Draco Malfoy.
However, this obviously can only exist in fantasy.
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 and shouted stammeringly.
“Fufufu, Professor Forrest.”
Before Sherlock spoke, he had a speechless face, Felch on the other side gave them a stinking face.
“There is less than half an hour left to be curfew. What are you trying to do when you dress up like this and run around the castle?”
Harry explained hurriedly.
“We just came from Mrs. Pomfrey, and Professor Dumbledore asked us to go to the school hospital to deal with the fall…”
The further he said, the smaller the words, and in the end it was not much bigger than the mosquito scream.
Sherlock looked at them strangely, and when he saw Harry and the others driving a flying car on the train, he recalled some plots.
He remembered that in the original work, they should not have suffered such serious injuries.
“When I was on the train, I saw you greet me in the sky, and I thought you could land safely in the end.”
Hearing him say this, Harry and Ron were even more embarrassed to see others, and they wanted to shrink their heads into their collars.
“You just said you were going to ask for leave in my class tomorrow? Is your injury so serious?” Sherlock asked calmly.
Harry seemed to be anxious to speak, but he was choked by his saliva. He coughed several times before he came to explain.
“Professor Ron and I were joking, we were not seriously injured. Mrs. Pomfrey didn’t even leave us in hospital for observation. She protected the wound with magic bandages and would be healed in two days, and it would not affect class or class.”
Sherlock nodded gently.
“That’s good. I don’t want my first class to ask for leave before it even started.”
“We promise not to absent from the professor!”
“Go back and rest.”
Hearing him say this, Harry and Ron hurried back to the Gryffindor lounge like two weasels who were found to steal chickens.
“You shouldn’t let them go Professor Forrest so simply. Just now, these two students deliberately skip class, so you should be fined them in a lockdown!”
Felch was a little angry at the fact that sherlock lets Harry and the others go as simply as she was.
Mainly sherlock installedThe external image was too successful, which made Felch mistakenly believe that he and Snape were the same person.
I hate naughty students, especially Gryffindor.
“They just have this idea. They should not be punished if they don’t take action.”
Seeing that he said this, Felch was not talking too much, but took Sherlock to continue walking towards the Gryffindor lounge.
On the way, they met other little wizards of Gryffindor. Although Sherlock could see that Filch obviously wanted to punish them, he had no choice but to deal with them because it was not yet curfew time.
Just as he walked to the corridor where the entrance to the Gryffindor lounge was located, a rash boy suddenly bumped into Sherlock.
Just as the boy’s body was in contact with him, Sherlock suddenly felt a burning sensation in the position of the crescent-shaped birthmark on his left arm!