October is coming.

The weather is getting colder.

It has been raining heavily these two days, making the entire castle wet. At the same time, the temperature changes have also made many young wizards sick.

A warm fire had already ignited in Sherlock's office, and he was not the only one who stayed in his office today.

There is also Harry, who was specially punished by Professor McGonagall to work here because of using Feitian cars at the beginning of school.

Harry actually lived a pretty good life when he was punished by Sherlock.

As long as you copy the questions assigned to him, the previous years O.W.L.s Black Magic Defense Test questions were copied on parchment paper, and you could leave after copying them for three years.

Compared to Ron being punished in the cold trophy showroom and helping Felch wipe the trophy, Harry didn't even feel that this was a punishment.

Sherlock has snacks in his office, and it is not as comfortable as here in the Gryffindor common room.

After writing the last letter, Harry put down the quill in his hand, moved his slightly sore wrist, and then handed the results of his busy morning to Sherlock for inspection.

"The words are well written. If you weren't for being punished, maybe I would add some points to Gryffindor for this."

Sherlock read the topics copied by Harry briefly and praised him lightly.

While he was talking, Harry secretly took a milk toffee from the snack tray on the table and stuffed it into his mouth, and said vaguely.

"Then... can you leave now? Called Beast, Wood and the others are still waiting to go for Quidditch training."

Sherlock turned around and looked at the tight rain outside the window, and asked.

"You also need to train in such weather?"

"Malfoy's father replaced the Slytherin team with the latest broom. Wood is very nervous now. Our equipment is not as good as theirs. We can only work hard on tactics and skills."

Ha used his strength to chew the toffee and swallowed it, and the answer became clear.

Sherlock waved his hand and signaled that he could do whatever he wanted.

"Go, I'll tell Professor McGonagall that your punishment is done, be careful on the court and wish you good luck today."

Harry jumped out of the chair excitedly and bowed to Sherlock.

"Thank you Professor Forrest."

Then he ran out of the office briskly, and had not forgotten to help him close the door carefully before leaving.

Sherlock could only shake his head gently towards the cloudy sky outside the window, sighed, "It's great to be young", and then continued to lean over and write the exam materials for the senior year.

Harry braved the rain and arrived at the stadium, and Wood led the other players to wait for him here.

"Hey, Professor Forrest didn't make things difficult for you, did Harry."

Seeing him coming to the stadium, the Weasley twins swooped down from the sky on a broom and stopped in front of Harry.

Harry was getting up on his broom and said relaxedly as he took off.

"No, Professor Forrest just asked me to help him copy the topic, and Ron was in trouble, he..."

Before he could say halfway, a black iron ball suddenly flapped its wings and rushed towards Harry, hitting his abdomen directly!

The huge force generated by the impact of the roaming ball made Harry fly out of the flying broom on the spot!

Then it fell to the ground like a kite with a broken string in the rain.

"Harry!"

When other Gryffindor players on the court saw this scene, they all exclaimed.

Captain Wood, pursuer Katie, Angelia and Alia all rode a broomstick to Harry's side.

Harry was staggering up from the grass at this time, with mud everywhere on his body, covering his stomach and retching.

"George! Fred! Look forward to your roaming ball! Fortunately, Harry didn't fly high enough, otherwise he would have to lie in the school hospital for at least half a month!"

Wood angrily taught the Weasley brothers a lesson.

They are the batsmen in the team, and they want to watch the roaming ball and prevent it from attacking their teammates. As a result, they just came down to greet Harry, but no one cared about the roaming ball.

George and Fred smirked and apologized to Harry. Harry, who had recovered, waved his hand and said that he didn't care, and then rode back onto the flying broom.

"Would you like to go to Mrs. Pomfrey to see it, Harry?" George tried his best to make up for his fault.

Harry, who was riding on a flying broom and lifted back into the air, shook his head pale.

"It's okay, I'm fine now and can continue to train."

However, in fact, his subsequent performance in training did not confirm what he said.

The Gryffindor players practiced on the court from noon until it was dark in the evening. Alia and other chasers had scored more than 30 ghost flying balls, but Harry still did not see the shadow of the golden thief.

This was less than an hour after the usual training began. Not to mention catching it, at least Harry had discovered the traces of the thief, but he was still wandering in the sky and didn't even see any golden color.

Wood also saw that Harry was obviously out of shape, so he disappointedly announced that today's training was over before dark, and everyone went back to rest.

Harry put the broom back into the broom shed, covered his stomach and walked towards the castle with a bleak cloud.

He didn't know what happened this afternoon, but after walking out of Sherlock's office, he was in a state of disarray.

Dragging his wet and muddy robe into the castle, Harry had just had time to wipe the rain from his face when a rash figure knocked him to the ground.

"Ouch!"

Harry cried out in pain, then looked at the back that was running up the stairs, as if he was running away, and complained.

"Be careful with Neville! No Snape is chasing you behind."

Before he could stand up, the Gryffindor ghost who was wandering in the castle, Nick, who was almost headless, passed by here flutteringly.

"Hello, Harry."

"Hello, Nick."

Nick seemed to be worried about why, but he still reminded Harry.

"You'd better leave quickly. Felch is in the corridor not far away. He is in a bad mood when he catches a cold. He will definitely punish you when he sees you dirty the floor."

Harry had seen the cat Filch raised, Mrs. Loris, who was staring at two eyes as yellow as small lanterns, appearing around the corner of the corridor.

"I'm right, I have to leave now," Harry said.

He retreated away from Mrs. Loris's condemnational gaze, but it was too late.

There was probably some mysterious connection between Felch and his annoying cat.

He suddenly rushed from behind a tapestry to Harry's right, with a long scarf around his neck, his nose was abnormally red, his eyes were bulging, and the flesh on his double chin was trembling.

"Dirty stuff! I'm so fed up with Potter! It's dirty stuff everywhere! It's a mess everywhere! You have to go with me!"

Harry looked depressed, and he followed Felch dejectedly, muttering in a low voice.

“It’s so unlucky today.”

Suddenly a serene voice rang in Harry's ears.
Chapter completed!