Just a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

Dumbledore took out his wand, which was a straight wand with small wooden knots on it and a weird shape.

He pointed his wand at the locket and tapped it lightly, as if using some spell.

A faint white light flashed, but the locket remained unchanged.

Dumbledore shook his head and put it back.

"This is a very ancient object. The reason why it sticks to you seems to be that it regards you as its owner. However, its magic power is still in the recovery stage, so it cannot be opened."

"It can repair itself, or to put it another way, it can be called self-recharging. When its magic power is restored to a sufficient level, it can be opened and removed at that time."

Sherlock looked at the locket sadly.

"So does it do me any harm now?"

"It is definitely harmless before it is restored." Dumbledore said, "But after it becomes a complete magic item, the result is somewhat uncertain. I suggest that you don't open it even if you can. Maybe You can ask Hilke to go back to the German Ministry of Magic to help you find out what this thing is and how to deal with it."

Dumbledore's suggestion is very pertinent. Until there is no other way, this is the best way to deal with it.

"As long as it won't have any impact on me for the time being, it's okay." Sherlock said sadly, "I have completed the task you gave me. Silk caught the murderer."

Dumbledore looked at him approvingly.

"I will ask for credit from the Ministry of Magic. The German Ministry of Magic may not be able to give you any public reward because they want to hide the matter, but I guess they may privately award you a German Friendly Wizard Medal."

"What's the use of that thing? I already have one from the French Ministry of Magic on me."

Dumbledore explained to him.

"Foreign wizards who possess this medal can freely use the floo network established by the Ministry of Magic in their home country without applying, or they can apply at the appropriate time to use some door keys released by their home country, as well as some minor benefits for settling in their home country. "

Sherlock sat up from the table, his eyelids drooping as if he hadn't woken up.

"That sounds pretty good."

Dumbledore looked at his current state with some concern.

"Can you still attend class?"

Sherlock scratched his head, always feeling a kind of sadness, sorrow, and sadness welling up from the bottom of his heart.

"I have a fifth-grade class tonight this afternoon. Let's try the first class. If it doesn't work, I'll have to ask Lupine to teach for me."

Dumbledore shook his head slightly.

"Lu Ping has been in a bad state recently. You can take the class this afternoon. If you can't continue, you can take a break for a week."

"Okay, Professor, I'll leave first."

Sherlock hunched over and left the principal's office listlessly.

Back in his office, Sherlock held the locket that was stuck to him in his hand, studied the sunshine outside the window for a long time, and murmured something to himself.

"It looks pretty good, just take it with you."

He did not go to the auditorium to eat at noon. Instead, he lay down on his desk and slept for a while to regain some energy. Then he checked the time, packed up the things he needed for class, and walked to the fifth-grade Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.

The students were basically all here before the bell rang. As soon as Sherlock entered the classroom, his state attracted everyone's attention.

"Professor, are you sick?"

George, one of the Weasley twins, asked in confusion.

Sherlock walked to the podium, found an extra seat and used transfiguration to turn it into a high-leg armchair, then sat on it, placing his elbows on the podium to support his chin.

"Don't worry, I'm not sick, I'm just having a minor emotional problem. We can start class now. Everyone, please take out the test papers I gave you after grading them last time."

The students looked at each other below. Some of them were worried about Sherlock's current state, while others found Sherlock in this state very interesting.

"You didn't complete the test paper very well last time. There were many question types that I talked about in class. If I just changed the question method for you, you wouldn't be able to do it. This is not good. I'm correcting the test paper. It made me very unhappy at the time.”

"As for how to correctly view the three unforgivable curses, I have emphasized it many times. You can express your thoughts, but while expressing your thoughts, you must not forget to focus on the unforgivable curses. The effect of the curse on the wizard's psychology depends on it."

"This is the focus of this question to test you. As a result, many Slytherin students actually wrote that there is no right or wrong about power. It is a wrong decree of the Ministry of Magic to prohibit wizards from using the Unforgivable Curse."

"Let me not talk about whether your thoughts have the tendency to become a dark wizard. Just writing such rebellious thoughts directly on the title proves that you have no brains. This makes me very worried about seeing you again in the future. At that time, it was in the prison of Azkaban."

There was a burst of laughter from the Gryffindors below.

They have always been at odds with Slytherin, and now they are naturally laughing the most happily.

Sherlock rolled his eyes at them weakly.

"Are there no idiots in Gryffindor? What are you laughing at? I won't say who it is, but how do many of you answer this question? Brave wizards should bravely face the Unforgivable Curse , Pure men will never be afraid of the pain of the Cruciatus Curse. The Imperius Curse is of no use to real men. After eighteen years of taking the Death Curse, he will become a good man again. "

"These are reckless thoughts. It's true that those who don't know are fearless. At least I can still see those Slytherin students when I go to Azkaban. What about you? Are you waiting for me to chat with you in front of the tombstone?"

Now it was the Slytherin students' turn to laugh mockingly.

"Every class is really worse than the last. You are really the worst class of students I have ever taught. This makes me really worried about your final exams this semester. If you don't do well in the exams, and your grades in the previous class are... Seniors and seniors have excellent grades, how will you find a job in the magic world after graduation?"

Sherlock sighed melancholy.

After hearing his words, a Gryffindor girl said weakly.

"But Professor, including us, you have only taught two classes of fifth-grade students?"

"I have only taught you two classes, and you are the worst one."

Not only were the students below not ashamed of it, but they found it even more interesting. Fried asked loudly.

"Are you trying to inspire us, Professor, or are you going to say the same to the next class of fifth-year students?"

"Stop talking nonsense here and spread out your test papers quickly. We are going to start talking about the questions."

When it was time to start studying, the students' attitudes became more solemn. By the fifth grade, they also knew that the last three years at Hogwarts would be the days when they should strive the most.

Sherlock read the first question on the test paper.

"How to reasonably fight back or escape when faced with the werewolf's pursuit."

"I told you the core argument that is easiest to score on this question. The Ministry of Magic's policy towards werewolves has always been extremely friendly in publicity, but very direct in actual actions."

"You can add some of your own ideas when solving the problem, but you also need to have something practical. In the class about werewolves, we talked about that the best way to face werewolves is to phantom them directly. Don't try to cast a spell on him. Their resistance to spells is even comparable to that of giants, and ordinary spells will not have any effect on them."

"So when you have the ability to use Apparition, you should use Apparition as soon as possible. If you don't have the conditions or don't know how to do it, then... then..."

When talking about this, a strong sadness suddenly surged into Sherlock's heart.

It made him feel that everything in the world is gray and white, and people will always die. If you die early, you can be reborn early.

So he continued weakly:

"Then just lie on the ground and wait to die."

Suddenly, all the students below looked up from their test papers and looked at Sherlock with shocked expressions.

"Are you okay, Professor?"

"Are you serious? Professor, this is the correct solution to this question!"

Sherlock patted his face, trying to cheer himself up, but it had no effect.

He looked at the ceiling of the classroom absentmindedly and said sadly.

"Sorry, everyone, you can go to self-study this period. It seems that I need to take a good rest for a week. Or I need to go find Lupine and see if he has time to help me with my classes for a few days."

The sadness potion has seriously affected Sherlock's mood. The class must not continue, otherwise he doesn't even know what depressing words will be said later.

Sherlock asked the fifth-grade students to study by themselves in the classroom first, and then sadly went to Lupine's office to ask if he had time to cover a few classes for him.

As a result, he found Lupin, who was about to go out as well.

"I'm sorry Sherlock, I've been busy recently, and I just wanted to ask you for help to see if you have time."

Lupine's face was obviously very pale, and he didn't look like a normal person.

The two brothers met together.

Sherlock said sadly.

"That's really unfortunate. We can't even attend the defense class this week."

Lupine sighed.

"Why don't you ask Snape to help? He should be happy to help with some defense lessons."

"Snape? Are you sure he'd really like that?"

"If you ask him to help with other things, he will definitely refuse, but if it is a defense class, he will readily agree."