Chapter 22: Looking For Me?

Chapter 22: Looking For Me?

It was past nine o’clock when Sherlock and Filch walked past the entrance to the Gryffindor common room together. Filch looked at the pocket watch in his hand, raised a lamp, and illuminated the castle corridor that had begun to dim.

“They must be planning some tricks this year.”

After staying near the Gryffindor common room for a long time, Filch couldn’t catch the student he wanted, so he could not help but murmur something. The confrontation between the Weasley twins can be seen, and he is something else.

“Well, Professor Forrest. Since we haven’t caught any students we want to catch here, we’ll go to the Slytherin common room to take a look, and those students are always up to no good.” He muttered, walking ahead with the lamp to show Sherlock the way.

Just as Filch walked to the corner of the corridor and stairs, a voice could be heard. The voice was strange as if someone had used something with it. The sound was small, but Sherlock was immediately alerted by it.

He took a few steps back, but Filch wasn’t so lucky. The magic was triggered, and five small firecrackers suddenly rolled out from somewhere on the walls on both sides of the corridor.

They rolled on the ground at an extremely fast speed, circling around Filch. The moment Filch saw this, his expression changed. At this time, he could already predict his own fate.

“Oh bugger!” The five firecrackers gathered around Filch and exploded.

The sound of five small firecrackers exploding was not loud, and the area affected was small, but an unbearable stench instantly filled the entire corridor. A burst of yellow-brown smoke completely enveloped Filch’s vision.

Sherlock had already taken a few steps back, now covered his nose with his hand, frowned, and couldn’t help but take a few steps back.

“Are you okay, Filch?”

Filch didn’t respond to him, but given the expression he has right now, he didn’t seem to be in a good state at all.

“I solemnly swear that I am up to no good.” George pulled out his wand, chanted the incantation, and tapped the worn and disfigured parchment in his hand.

Suddenly, a change appeared on the parchment. From Sherlock’s perspective, he couldn’t see the change in the parchment.

“Alright, The King of Night Walkers at Hogwarts is back! We haven’t been in the castle for two months. Where should we go next?”

“I think we should go to the statue of the hunchbacked witch first. There are not enough materials for making big dung bombs, and we hid some there last year, remember?”

“Oh yeah, in order to deal with Filch tonight, we used up our last stock. Time to get more.”

“Fred, wait!” George was looking at the parchment and suddenly stopped Fred.

He pointed to a certain place on the parchment with his finger and said in a trembling voice, “Look at this.”

Fred shifted his gaze to George’s finger. That was the corridor in front of the entrance to the Gryffindor common where they were now, and their names were displayed on it.

But beside them was a name close to them and even overlapped with them.

“Sherlock Forrest...” Fred gulped and read out the name on the Marauder’s map.

At the same time, he turned his neck mechanically with George and looked toward the direction on the map where Sherlock’s name was marked. In the shadow below the candlestick, Sherlock had been silently watching them use the Marauder’s map, quietly looking at the eyes of the two.

He asked calmly, “Looking for me?”