Just a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

Three Broomsticks Bar, window seat.

Sherlock and Silk were sitting here, with a cup of warm black tea in front of them, and a plate of cookies in the middle of the table.

On the other side of the window, the rain was still pouring down, showing no intention of stopping.

Hilke sipped the black tea in the cup and remained silent, while Sherlock stared at the rain falling on the eaves outside the window in a daze.

It was Hilke's intention not to return to the castle. As Dumbledore's designated monitor, Sherlock naturally could not go back alone.

Anyway, he only has four classes a week, so he has a lot of free time now. It's quite nice to drink afternoon tea in the tavern and watch the rainy scene.

It's just that the scene has been silent, and the atmosphere is a bit too boring.

Sherlock had to take the initiative to find the topic.

"Where are your two companions? I remember one was named Henry and the other was named Harry."

Hilke's black tea specifically ordered that the bottom of the cup be covered with tea leaves, so when she took the last few sips, the tea was very bitter.

Even if you can't see her face, you can tell from her frequent movements of taking a small sip at a time that she actually didn't accept the taste very well, but she still drank up all the black tea in the end.

"They're staying in a hotel."

Sherlock propped up his chin and looked at Silke opposite, who began to focus on the tea residue at the bottom of the cup, knowing that she was about to start divination.

He did not interrupt, but shifted his gaze from the window to Silke. This was the first time he saw the whole process of fortune telling by a fortune teller.

Overall it looks unremarkable, nothing special.

Just keep staring at the tea leaves, as if you can see the flowers among the finely divided tea leaves that have been soaked in water.

It's just that Silk's divination didn't seem to go smoothly this time. She maintained this action for half an hour without any reaction.

Sherlock slowly finished the cookies on the plate and refilled the black tea in the cup for a third cup. After finishing this afternoon tea, he didn't need to eat any more dinner.

Finally, when the rain gradually stopped and the sky became darker and darker, and it was approaching evening, Hilke let out a subtle sigh and stood up from the chair.

Sherlock also stood up, shrugged and said.

"Today was actually not bad. Although I didn't get anything, I just took it as a day to relax."

When he stood up, he accidentally touched the corner of the table, causing the table to shake and the tea residue in the cup to shift.

Hilke, who had just stood up, was suddenly stunned. She stared at the changed tea leaves in the cup, and she seemed to see a... big black dog in it!

She suddenly raised her head and spoke to Sherlock very seriously.

"You can say more like this in the future!"

Then he turned around and walked quickly towards the outside of the bar.

Sherlock saw that she must have discovered something at the end. He didn't care about the somewhat rude words she said, and followed her out of the Three Broomsticks Bar.

The rain had just stopped, and the humid air was still a bit cold. Hilke's steps were hurried, and her black leather boots stepped on the puddles. The splashed mud got onto the hem of her robe, but she didn't care.

Sherlock hurriedly followed her.

"What are you looking for?"

"Dog, a big black dog."

Sherlock was stunned for a moment. He remembered the big black dog he saw next to the trash can in the alley on the first day he came to Hogsmeade.

He took Silk's arm.

"I know where the dog is."

They came to a remote alley.

This place looks like a place where residents in a small town dispose of garbage. There are five iron trash cans inside, and in the shadowed corner behind the trash cans, there is a big black dog lying down.

The dog was lying on the ground as if sleeping. Sherlock and Silk did not get too close, but stood far away and stared at it.

"So what's so special about this dog?" Sherlock asked doubtfully.

Hilke stared at the big black dog with her invisible eyes, and her voice became cold and calm again.

"It will lead us to some clues."

Sherlock slowly drew out his wand.

"Okay, maybe your divination is right, but before that we first have to make sure it doesn't run away."

Sirius, who had been running around all night to check whether the previous secret passage could still be used, was now very tired.

During the days when he was being chased by dementors and Ministry of Magic Aurors, he never had a good night's sleep or a warm meal.

It suddenly started raining heavily again this afternoon, and Sirius could only lie down under the damp eaves, trying his best to fall asleep and recover the energy he had spent at night.

He had determined that most of the secret passages were intact, so he planned to wait for the opportunity, sneak into Hogwarts, and finally catch the damn betrayer and bite him to pieces!

In his dazed sleep, he seemed to have caught Peter and was using the most cruel method in the world to torture him, forcing him to ask why he betrayed James in the first place.

However, at this moment, a sense of danger surged into his heart!

Sirius woke up suddenly. When he opened his eyes, he realized that an iron cage was slowly forming around him!

His heart was tense, and he subconsciously thought that his disguise had been discovered!

He exerted all his strength on his limbs and jumped up suddenly, trying to jump out of the cage that was not yet fully formed.

But Sherlock reacted faster than he did!

The Transfiguration Technique speeded up the final steps in an instant, completely sealing Sirius's body the moment he jumped up!

In the iron cage, Sirius's eyes showed a look of despair.

If he is captured this time, there is a high probability that the Ministry of Magic will not imprison him in Azkaban again, but will directly reward him with a kiss from a dementor.

Sirius is not afraid of death. He is afraid that after he dies, no one will know Peter's true identity. He will disguise himself as a mouse and lurk around Harry Potter. Who knows what he will do in the future?

After successfully catching the big black dog, Sherlock and Silk approached the cage and stared at Sirius, whose eyes were ashen and desperate.

Sherlock touched his chin.

"This dog is indeed a bit different. It actually shows such a human expression. It reminds me of Hagrid's Fang. Although his dog is timid, it is also very smart."

Sirius, who was despairing, heard Sherlock's words and suddenly reacted with excitement!

Only then did he notice that the clothes Sherlock and Silk were wearing were obviously not the Aurors in the Ministry of Magic.

And he still remembers Sherlock's appearance. In the first few days when he came to Hogsmeade, he saw the Auror's interrogation of him with his own eyes, and he still remembered that he was a professor in Hogwarts!

So, he was not discovered?

Is there any chance to continue escaping?

Sirius, who wanted to understand, saw hope again!

He was wagging his tail in the cage and sticking his tongue out at Charlotte, trying his best to act like an ordinary dog.

Sherlock looked at the black dog who looked bitter and resentful just now, and acted as if he wanted to live or die after being caught by him. Now he showed such a flattering look, and nodded and concluded.

"It's very smart, we have to be careful later, lest it escapes."

Sirius's face froze for a moment. He stuck out his tongue halfway and couldn't pull it back, nor could he continue to wag his tail.

Silk ignored Sherlock teasing the smart black dog over there, but stared at Sirius with his invisible eyes.

"Did you find anything unexpected in this town the night before yesterday?"

This witch with half her face covered by a hood gave Sirius a different aura.

She obviously didn't look at herself with her eyes, but it seemed like she had looked at him from the inside out, and there was no secret at all.

At the same time, her question also reminded him of the scene he accidentally saw the night he first came to Hogsmeade, late at night when the owner of the stationery store was killed.

Sirius knew that there had been a murder in Hogsmeade recently, but he couldn't take care of his own affairs, so how could he have the energy to take care of other people's lives and deaths.

But today it seems that he was caught because of this incident.

Sirius was relieved when he understood what they wanted to do with him. He could accept it as long as his identity was not discovered.

He wagged his tail more cheerfully, indicating that he could take them somewhere.

Unable to communicate with words, Sherlock and the others would not understand what he was expressing just by wagging his tail, but Sherlock also knew that he needed to let the black dog move freely first.

He stretched out his wand and knocked on the iron cage, causing the cage to shrink rapidly, and finally turned into countless ropes, binding Sirius tightly, and Sherlock held the end of the dog rope.

Such a cautious approach made Sirius, who had originally thought that he could seize the opportunity to escape, completely give up and lead them honestly from the front.

Sherlock held the dog leash, Silk followed him, and Sirius led the way. In this way, the two of them and the dog arrived at another bar in Hogsmeade.

Hog's Head Bar.

An old and dirty bar, the bartender's service attitude is also very bad, and the appearance is far less eye-catching than Ms. Rosmerta from the Three Broomsticks bar.

But the people who come to this bar are often people from all walks of life. Here you can get to know some wizards who wander around the gray area all day long. This is often the place where they conduct some illegal transactions.

Sirius did not take Sherlock and the others into the bar, but turned a corner and came to the backyard of the bar.

The place looked messy, with broken wine barrels that had been there for who knows how many years piled all over the floor, and some old dining tables and benches scattered everywhere.

Sirius stopped moving after he came here. That night, he just saw something weird disappearing here.

Sherlock and Silk looked around, and soon they found a few more yellow straws in a corner!