Just a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

Hilke's already vaguely formed Patronus Charm was interrupted!

The flickering firelight in the kerosene lamp reflected her face, making her seem to fall into her deepest fear again!

Hilke stood there blankly, and the straw man raised his sickle high, waving it down like a farmer in a wheat field, preparing to harvest his own wheat!

"Protect them all!"

In the darkness, hundreds of wands waved together, and an invisible barrier formed a thick barrier between Silk and the sickle before it was swung down!

"Crack!"

The sickle collided with the mutant armor spell used by Sherlock. The huge force directly caused the layer of protection composed of hundreds of weakening barriers to create cracks as dense as a spider web!

It raised the sickle again, and Sherlock also pulled Hilke, who was completely in a state of sluggishness, behind him at this time.

Taking advantage of the opportunity to break the armor spell, Sherlock waved his wand again. Under his control, hundreds of wands around him also waved at the same time.

At this time, he was like a band conductor. Every time he waved the wooden stick in his hand, there would be hundreds of people below to respond in cooperation with him!

"Call the gods to protect you!"

Countless silver rays of light illuminate this space!

The flickering light is trying its best to fight against the blackest darkness. The light strands are entangled together, trying to condense into a more powerful entity.

But it seems that the whole world is blocking it from being completed in its final form!

The straw man stopped swinging the sickle to break the iron armor curse, and instead shook the old kerosene lamp. The scarlet light seemed to be overflowing from the eyes wrapped in tattered cloth strips!

The roaring, hoarse, and weird voice made an angry accusation that seemed like countless voices overlapping together!

"You are not him! Sherlock! You are not him!!!"

However, its words did not waver Sherlock at all. He controlled the two hundred and one wands around him and finally brought the silver light strands together!

"I am your father!"

The dazzling white light cut through all the darkness, and two hundred and one silver-white crows suddenly appeared in this large underground chamber!

Crows circled in mid-air, lighting up all the space!

Hope, happiness, beauty, and all positive emotions spread under the wings of crows!

The old kerosene lamp in the straw man's hand went out for no reason, and countless straws kept falling from it. Under the dirty cloth, it was drying up at a speed visible to the naked eye!

A shrill howl sounded in the enclosed space, and a group of silver-white crows surrounded it. Those positive emotions made it unable to help but vomit violently.

Straws fell from its body every moment. It finally felt scared and did not dare to stay in this place any longer. It ran desperately towards the door with two legs made of rough wooden sticks!

But the patron saint summoned by Sherlock obviously wouldn't let it go so easily.

The crows seemed to have formed a dense network, blocking the wooden door. The dissipated silver light had completely taken over, suppressing the darkness in the entire room!

All the straw on it had fallen off, leaving only a thin rag hanging on the wooden frame.

"Don't come here! Pass out! Pass out! Pass out!"

It is still roaring the death words of the dead, but this is more like a desperate cry!

The way forward was blocked, and it quickly reversed its direction, its scarlet eyes flashing with the final madness! Running towards Sherlock!

Sherlock's face was indifferent, and he kept directing the crows to block its path.

But it didn't seem to care how much its own entity was consumed, and it passed through hundreds of crows and rushed in front of Sherlock!

Just when it exhausted its last strength, it waved the sickle in its hand.

Awakened by the joy and hope that was so rich that it almost overflowed, Hilke quickly took out a wooden box from his robe and fastened it on the straw man accurately!

In an instant, it was frozen in place as if it had been petrified, and countless roars were wailing.

"What's going on! What happened!"

"No! No! I'm so scared! I'm so scared!"

"Don't come here! Faint! Faint! Faint!"

"..."

Something was sucked away from the straw man's body by the wooden box, leaving only an empty wooden frame, and finally fell to the side silently.

After its broken body fell to the ground, the silver crows flying in the underground chamber also disappeared.

The entire underground secret room became completely silent.

Sherlock felt as if there was something extra on his neck, but he didn't pay attention.

Because he is very happy now.

It might be because he solved the monster in front of him and caught the murderer, or it might be because of something else.

In short, Sherlock felt that he had never been so happy!

The surrounding firelight lit up. There was originally a light source here, but under the control of the straw man, all the light was obscured and absorbed by the darkness. Only now can this space be illuminated.

Hilke gasped and closed the wooden box that fell on the ground. Then she turned her face to Sherlock, her eyes hidden under the hood and ribbon staring at him.

"Who taught you how to cast spells this way!"

Sherlock was very happy to hear her question. It didn't seem like anything to be happy about, but he was happy.

"Great question, Silk, very good question."

He was jumping briskly, putting all the wands scattered in the air back into his bag.

"Although your question is a very good one, and I'm glad you asked it, this is a magic passed down from my family, so no matter how good our relationship is, I can't teach you."

When he spoke, Sherlock almost sang happily. His good mood seemed to be a bit too much.

Silk also clearly discovered this problem at this time.

"So many patron saint spells are released at the same time, you can't bear the emotions it feeds back."

Of course Sherlock also discovered his problem, but he still had nothing to worry about. Anyway, he was happy in his heart, and that was enough.

"Let's celebrate and dance, Hilke. Although I may not be able to dance, you can teach me."

"I think it's best for you to keep your mouth shut now and wait for your emotions to vent themselves."

Silk did not accept his suggestion and said coldly.

But regardless of whether she accepted it or not, Sherlock took the initiative to pull her arm, humming the beat, and danced without any teacher.

Silk originally wanted to break away, but in the end he didn't move.

"I suggest you get some sleep."

She was led around in a circle by Sherlock like a puppet, and she said expressionlessly.

Sherlock's rational consciousness seemed to have gained the upper hand slightly, and he said happily with a pleasant smile on his face.

"Put a stun spell on me and take me back to Hogwarts."

Silk was holding his hand with one hand and was sliding his steps. With the other hand, he took out his wand and pointed it at him.

"Collapsed."

Sherlock deliberately did not dodge, and the red curse hit him.

The next moment, a happy smile settled on his face, and Sherlock fell weakly forward, finally leaning on Silk's body.

Hilke supported Sherlock with her body and stood quietly for a while, as if she was thinking about something.

Then she slowly reached out her hand and put him on the ground.

She did not take Sherlock away from here immediately, but turned his body to the front and stared at him with her invisible eyes.

After a long time, Hilke seemed to have made a decision. She took off her hood, revealing a face that was too delicate to be seen by normal humans. Then she put her hands on her eyes. The knot of the covered ribbon.

Without hesitation, she untied the black ribbon.

A pair of pale golden eyes, which seemed to have moving hands, were exposed to the air.

Those miraculous eyes were revealed, matching perfectly with Hilke's pale face. At this moment, she was like the most wonderful art in the world!

But in the underground secret room at this time, only Sherlock was unconscious on the ground, and no one else could appreciate this breathtakingly beautiful scene.

Silke stared at Sherlock's face with great solemnity with his own eyes.

The firelight on the wall was dancing, and nothing was reflected in her eyes, but it seemed like countless pictures were passing through them.

Silk has seen a lot.

She saw the three-year-old Sherlock squatting alone at his mother's funeral, and saw the eleven-year-old Sherlock receiving the admission notice from Hogwarts in the empty big house.

I saw him getting his first girlfriend when he was fifteen and then getting dumped within a month, and seeing him apply for a job in Dumbledore's office after graduating from Hogwarts at eighteen.

I saw that at the age of twenty-one, he failed to apply for a job again, failed in his magic experiment, and unexpectedly received an appointment letter after returning from the hospital.

In June of this year, he learned the magic that seemed to control everything for the first time, and crucified the basilisk in the Gryffindor common room.

I saw this summer when he took his students on a trip to France.

Finally he saw Sherlock lying on the ground.

Scarlet blood silently flowed from Silk's eyes down his cheeks.

She looked through all the important scenes from Sherlock's life to the present, but she didn't find what she wanted to see.

Her tone was very flat, and she seemed very disappointed.

"You're not John."

She wiped the blood from her face, and then covered her beautiful eyes with a ribbon again.

"No, maybe it's better, John is really dead."

She seemed to be talking to herself, or to someone.

Finally, Silk stood up from the ground and put the wooden box containing the straw man back into his pocket.

Using a levitating spell to levitate Sherlock's body in mid-air, she grabbed his arm and walked out of the secret room, returning along the original path.

Silk didn't notice that there was a dark golden round locket hanging from Sherlock's neck. That thing had never appeared on his body before.