Just a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

As Lupin said, after finding Snape and asking him to substitute for the class, he readily agreed.

Of course, this willingness is not the kind of willingness that ordinary people understand.

After Lupin and Sherlock found Snape together and asked him to substitute for the class, Snape looked at them with a sneer, or more precisely, at Lupin with a sneer.

"Since you have asked me for help like this, I will naturally agree to it regardless of the past."

His tone was obviously a bit sarcastic, but Lupin was still gentle.

"Thank you very much for your magnanimity, Snape, I will bring you my teaching progress and the next teaching preparation later, you can..."

Snape interrupted him coldly.

"Don't tell me this, I am substituting for the class, so I naturally know what to teach the students, and you don't need to tell me!"

Lupin didn't care about his attitude, smiled bitterly and shook his head, and stopped talking.

Sherlock stared at Snape with dead fish eyes.

"I only have one sixth grade class this week, and it's a practical class. You just need to watch and make sure nothing happens to the students. There's no need for any teaching steps. If you're willing to take over, you can. If not, I'll go find Professor McGonagall."

Snape was obviously very dissatisfied with Sherlock's tone, but he hummed and groaned twice, as if he wanted to say something harsh, but in the end he didn't say it, just said coldly.

"I'll take care of it."

Sherlock looked at Snape suspiciously. He always felt that this was not like Snape's character at all. He had just prepared to ask Professor McGonagall for help, but who knew that he actually agreed to it.

Lupin didn't think so much. After he and Sherlock left Snape's office together, Sherlock looked at him curiously.

"Did you have any grudges with Snape before?"

Lupin's face showed a nostalgic expression, and he said with a forced smile.

"I am sorry for him."

"Ah~ What you said is too ambiguous."

Lupin didn't want to say it clearly, and Sherlock didn't continue to ask. As soon as he left Snape's office and returned to his own office, Silk knocked on the door and walked in.

"I need to go back to Germany."

Sherlock slumped in the chair and said melancholy.

"Ah, so you are ready to cross the river and demolish the bridge after completing the goal? You don't plan to care about me and just go back to take credit?"

Silk didn't care about Sherlock's depressed tone, she knew he was joking.

"In addition to sending Fiddlesticks back, the Ministry helped me meet an old goblin who has lived from the goblin rebellion to the present. He may know something about the box on your neck. I will come back when I understand it clearly."

Sherlock nodded sadly.

"Then I can only hope that you still have a conscience and don't throw me away after using me..."

Just before he finished his depressed words, Silk suddenly walked in front of him, bent down and gave him a gentle hug.

"Thank you." Sherlock was stunned on the spot. He only felt a soft body touching him for a moment, and then it left immediately. It took him a while to react, but Silk had already left. He continued to slump in the chair, his nose still echoing the faint fragrance unique to girls. He stared at the ceiling with lifeless eyes and muttered softly. "Just a hug to say thank you? Who do you think I am? Humph, at least you should hug me for a few more seconds..." Harry was extremely excited after being "blessed" by Sherlock. He stared at the ground every moment when walking on the road, thinking that he might pick up something good from the ground. When eating in the hall, he looked at everyone suspiciously, thinking that he might catch Black who sneaked into Hogwarts again at any time. But throughout the day, he neither picked up money nor caught Black, and there was no kind adult willing to help him sign the consent form for leaving school. This day was very ordinary, no different from usual. This made Harry very puzzled when he returned to the common room at night.

"Could it be that Professor Forrest's blessing will be delayed? In fact, it's better to delay it a little. The day after tomorrow is our Quidditch match against Hufflepuff. I hope that good luck can be reflected in the game."

Ron couldn't answer Harry's question, and he was not in the mood to answer. He was protecting Scabbers tightly in his pocket, and was always on guard against Crookshanks who was eager to pounce in Hermione's arms.

This semester, they have quarreled many times because of their pets, but neither side tried to compromise.

In the end, they parted unhappily in the common room again.

It was not until the next day's Defense Against the Dark Arts class that Harry found that not only did he not change his luck under Sherlock's blessing, but his luck seemed to have worsened.

This Defense Against the Dark Arts class was taught by Snape because Professor Lupin was unwell.

Of course, a class with Snape was not a very pleasant class, and it could even be said to be terrible.

At the beginning of the class, he ignored Professor Lupin's previous progress and went straight to telling them the last part of the third grade - werewolves.

The weather has been very bad these days. It has been stormy since last night. The strong wind outside was hitting the windows, making a "bang bang bang" sound.

During the whole class, except for Hermione and Ron who talked back a few words at the beginning and were punished, no one spoke again.

Only Snape kept walking between the desks, telling them how to identify and kill werewolves.

His voice was so fierce, as if he had a werewolf enemy.

After finally getting through this class, the students ran out of the Defense Against Dark Arts classroom as if they were escaping.

"Why did Professor Forrester's crow's beak fail again?" Harry asked in confusion.

Hermione thought about things from many more angles than they did.

"Professor, there may be something wrong with his body. Don't forget that he was not in good condition when we saw him yesterday. And under normal circumstances, if something happens to Professor Lupine, Professor Forrest should be asked to come. Instead of Snape, unless both of them are busy at the same time."

What Hermione said made sense, and the three of them discussed it for a while at the stairs and decided to go to Sherlock's office together.

They knocked on the door of the Defense Against the Dark Arts office on the third floor. After a feeble "Please come in" came from inside, they opened the door and walked in.

As soon as Harry and the others entered the door, they saw Sherlock lying on the lounge chair.

He seemed to have used transfiguration to turn his armchair into a lounge chair. At the same time, he was holding a cup of steaming black tea in his hand. He was sitting by the window with a blanket on his legs, drinking tea and watching. Watching the storm outside.

"Professor, are you sick?" Harry asked hesitantly.

He looked at Sherlock's current state, which indeed looked like a patient.

Sherlock half-squinted his eyes, looking away from the rainy scene outside the window and looking at Harry and the three of them.

"No, I'm not sick, I'm just not in a good mood. But why do you come to me specifically to ask this?"

Hermione explained to him.

"Because Professor Lupine is also sick today, and it was Professor Snape who taught for us. Let's think about why it wasn't you."

"I know Lupine is sick." Sherlock took a sip of the black tea in his cup, "By the way, how was the lesson Snape taught you today?"

When he asked this question, Harry and the three of them finally had a place to vent their sorrows.

They told each other what Snape had just said in class.

After listening to their stories, Sherlock couldn't help but feel a little puzzled.

"He insisted on teaching a lesson about werewolves?"

"Yes! And Professor," Harry quietly ran up to Sherlock, like a kid who wanted to sow discord, and said in a low voice, "I think Professor Lupine's illness may have something to do with Snape. , I saw him give Professor Lu Ping a bowl of potion and let him drink it in front of him. "

Sherlock patted him on the head and patted him aside.

"If you say anything nonsense, I will deduct ten points from Gryffindor for slandering the professor. If you really have nothing to do, go back to the lounge and stay by yourself. Don't bother me here."

Harry saw that he didn't believe him and had no other choice, so he said goodbye to Sherlock and left his office.

After they all left, Sherlock continued to stare at the heavy rain outside the window in a daze, muttering quietly to himself.

"The medicine, the werewolf, is conflicting. I haven't been feeling well these past few days. The moon is very full at night..."

"Unlikely?"

Sherlock seemed to be asking and answering himself. After asking, he shook his head and continued to put the body on the couch.

The rain outside was getting heavier and heavier, and at the same time, a white lightning flashed across the sky, followed by rolling thunder.

A thunderstorm is coming.

Early the next morning, Sherlock woke up early.

It was still raining heavily outside, it had been raining all day and all night, and it showed no intention of stopping.

He stretched out and went out to have breakfast in the auditorium. He felt that his mood today was obviously better than the previous two days. Then when he was about to return to his office, he found that the students and professors were walking outside the castle. .

Sherlock watched with confusion as they struggled to walk out of the castle with umbrellas, and then he pulled a student over and asked.

"What day is today?"

"It's Gryffindor versus Hufflepuff Quidditch, Professor Forrest."

The person who answered his question was a tall and handsome boy. He said with a smile.

"I hope you can support us. I am the captain of the Hufflepuff team."

Sherlock looked at him and remembered his name.

"It turns out to be Diggory. I didn't expect you to be the captain of the team now."

"I have to get ready quickly. Goodbye, Professor."

Looking at the back of the student named Cedric Diggory, Sherlock shrugged.

"I have nothing to do anyway, let's go take a look."