Just a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

Now the entire Hogsmeade is full of patrolling Aurors.

As Sherlock walked towards Hogwarts, he had been interrogated three times, including Tonks once.

She had just left her position as an intern. Normally, her main task should still be doing odd jobs in the office, but now there is really a shortage of people, so she was also sent out.

Such a large number of Aurors gathered in Hogsmeade, of course, not only to catch the murderer from Germany, but also to arrest Black.

After all, although there have been seven known attacks, five of them were Muggles, and only two wizards have died. This is not enough to overshadow Black's escape from prison.

But anyone who knows the inside story knows that the attack is actually far more troublesome than Blake's matter.

Because of this case that occurred in the UK, the British Aurors have not grasped any key clues so far. The most important information lies in the three German Aurors.

Sherlock didn't know if the German Ministry of Magic had shared the murderer's information with the British.

As for arresting Black, they could only think of waiting around Hogwarts, and to find the murderer of the attack, it seemed that they would also start in Hogsmeade.

The two things gathered together at Hogwarts, creating a full sense of urgency even before the semester started this year.

Sherlock reached the end of the streets of Hogsmeade. Just as he was about to walk towards the gate of Hogwarts, he suddenly found a big black dog curled up next to a trash can in an alley.

The dog looked like a stray dog, but it was very big and had smooth fur. It was obvious at first glance that it had been carefully raised and then abandoned.

This dog only caught his attention briefly. Sherlock was not an animal conservation enthusiast and had no intention of adopting it.

After walking into the gate of Hogwarts, the school was still very deserted, but dementors could already be seen on both sides of the gate.

As Sherlock entered, they floated over to check on him.

He made no resistance to this, and the two dementors stared at his face, as if to confirm whether he was the Black who escaped.

At this moment, a cold and desperate aura suddenly spread from one of the dementors. Sherlock could clearly feel that the temperature of his body was dropping, and at the same time, the positive emotions in his body were being sucked out. .

The moment he noticed the problem, he didn't hesitate and drew out his wand!

"Call the gods to protect you."

The silver brilliance wins!

Countless silver rays of light spurted out from the tip of his wand!

The two dementors suddenly let out a silent scream, and the gray robes on their bodies were being worn away by the constant erosion of silver light threads every moment.

It was only when their bodies began to become illusory and could be completely wiped out at any time that they managed to escape from the entanglement of those silver light threads.

They drifted away in embarrassment, not even daring to look back at Sherlock.

"Those who bully the weak are afraid of the strong." Sherlock sneered.

Judging from the current behavior of these dementors, he could be sure that if they were stationed near Hogwarts, there would definitely be trouble this semester.

They are used to being bold, and unlike Azkaban where they always have food rations to fill their stomachs, they are very likely to do something drastic.

But Sherlock doesn't need to worry about this matter for the time being. Dumbledore should understand this matter better than him.

Sherlock walked into the castle, and as soon as he came to the foyer on the first floor, he met Professor McGonagall, who was frowning as if he was thinking about something.

"Good morning, Professor McGonagall." Sherlock greeted.

When Professor McGonagall saw him, her brows suddenly relaxed, and she had a gentle smile on her face that she would not normally show.

"Good morning, Sherlock. You came just in time. After you put your things away, you need to go to the principal's office. The password is lemonade. Albus has something to ask you."

Sherlock nodded, indicating that he understood.

He and Professor McGonagall separated in the foyer, went to his office on the third floor, and put away their things.

Even though I haven't been back for two months, there is nothing to clean here, and the house elves in the castle have taken on the usual cleaning work.

Then he walked out of the office and walked along the corridor on the third floor to the end, in front of the stone monster at the entrance to the principal's office.

"Password." The stone monster asked in a muffled voice.

"Lemonade," Sherlock replied.

In fact, it is very simple to sneak into the principal's office. You just need to tell Dumbledore his favorite sweets, and one of them must be the correct password.

The stone monster jumped away from the entrance, making way for him.

Sherlock walked in, then walked along the spiral staircase to the eighth floor, opened the door and walked into the principal's office.

Dumbledore was lying on his seat with his eyes closed, as if thinking about something.

The principals in the portraits on the wall were still snoring slightly, as if they couldn't wake up at any time, while Fox was combing his bright red feathers with his sharp beak on the golden branch nearby.

After hearing the noise, Dumbledore opened his eyes. He looked at Sherlock who walked in, with a smile on his face.

"Did you have a good holiday?"

Sherlock sat opposite Dumbledore, and a cup of steaming black tea automatically appeared in front of him.

"It's really not bad. It's okay to have fun in France. The food there is much better than here."

"I received a letter from Nick. He told me the whole story in the letter. You and Harry actually received the French Wizarding Friendship Medal issued by the French Ministry of Magic."

Dumbledore looked a little surprised. Apparently he didn't expect Sherlock to have such an experience with Harry at first.

Sherlock waved his hand and said.

"We didn't expect something like that to happen. The thief who stole the wand was really bold. He even dared to pretend to be Nick Flamel. If he hadn't wanted to be a human trafficker and I discovered the problem, maybe he would have been the real one. Let him succeed."

They chatted for a while about their experiences during the holiday, and then Dumbledore revealed the reason for coming to him.

"When you arrived at Hogsmeade, you should have seen the situation there."

Sherlock nodded=.

"Troublesome things have piled up, and the problems are all happening here at Hogwarts."

Dumbledore's blue eyes became darker, and the half-moon eyes reflected white light.

"The Blake matter is relatively easy to solve, but the assault case is a big problem."

He obviously sees it better than most people.

"You met Ms. Silk last semester. She came to Hogwarts to find me some time ago and said she wanted to stay in the castle temporarily."

Sherlock frowned.

"She thought the murderer was coming to Hogwarts."

"It's not that she thought." Dumbledore shook his head and said meaningfully, "It's that she saw that thing would come to Hogwarts."

Sherlock was slightly startled.

Dumbledore's words seemed a bit incomprehensible, but Sherlock thought of seeing the true face of Ms. Silk in front of the two tombs in the Forbidden Forest at the end of last semester.

What he remembered most was the pair of eyes covered by ribbons.

"She is...a master of prophecy?"

"In some ways, she can see more than we can." Dumbledore did not say it explicitly, but he actually acknowledged what he said in disguise.

Sherlock asked doubtfully.

"I was curious last time. Isn't she a German wizard? Why did you agree to bury her father's grave in the Forbidden Forest of Hogwarts?"

Hearing Sherlock's question, Dumbledore had a look of nostalgia on his face, and he said softly.

"Ms. Hilke's father used to be an Auror for the British Ministry of Magic. He passed away on duty more than ten years ago. It was her mother who took her to Germany."

After hearing what Dumbledore said, Sherlock didn't ask any more questions.

The Auror who died in the line of duty more than ten years ago could still make Dumbledore look like this. He could only have died in the fight with Voldemort.

It is not surprising that he would agree to bury his tomb in the Forbidden Forest.

"I agreed to her request to stay in Hogwarts, but I also asked her to have someone follow her while she investigates this case."

"This is also Fudge's request to me. He is worried about these three German wizards. They have repeatedly asked the German side to share the murderer's information with them, but the German Ministry of Magic is always looking for excuses to delay."

"The Ministry of Magic is in very short supply of Aurors. They not only have to investigate Black's affairs, but also maintain normal order in the magical world. So he hopes that I can send a professor here to monitor their movements at all times to prevent them from doing something. Something harmful to the interests of the British wizarding community."

Sherlock understood what Dumbledore meant, and he chose him as the monitor.

“What about my teaching job in school?”

Dumbledore had obviously made arrangements.

"Your teaching assistant this year, Remus Lupin, is probably already on the Hogwarts Express. With him here, your teaching tasks will not be so heavy, and you will have more time to distract yourself from other things."

Speaking of this, Dumbledore suddenly said with a smile.

"I would also like to congratulate you Sherlock. Under your guidance last year, the students all achieved excellent results in Defense Against the Dark Arts in the Ordinary Wizarding Level Examination and Ultimate Wizarding Level Examination last semester. Everyone was above A." , more than 80% of students even got O and E (from high to low, O, E, A (passing line), P, D, T).”

"So I suggest that this year's Defense Against the Dark Arts course, you can focus on the upper grades. Those students are under greater exam pressure, and leave the lower grades classes to Lu Ping for the time being."