Just a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

After the Christmas vacation, Hogwarts has maintained a stable daily routine.

While the danger for Black is still there, it's nowhere near as disturbing this year as it was last year.

At least everyone knows that he is a murderous wizard, and more than half of the students know that his biggest target has always been Harry Potter.

The clear murderer is obviously much more reassuring than the unknown basilisk in the secret room before.

Harry's learning of the Patronus Charm from Sherlock was also progressing in an orderly manner.

His defensive magic talent is indeed very high. Sherlock was right about this before. After experiencing the high pressure of the dementors, he released the prototype of the patron saint.

Almost every subsequent spell by Harry could reach this level, but a major breakthrough was still needed before he could truly summon the Patronus.

This was no longer a matter of urgency to solve the problem, and the dementor was completely useless after that.

After Sherlock used it to experiment with the application of the Forgetting Curse in the incorporeal body, he finally kept his promise and released it into nature, returning to the queue of dementors outside.

Its simple and weak thoughts were so tortured by Sherlock that after returning, it could only be a carefree dementor who only wanted to suck emotions, and could no longer recall the almost hellish life of the past few months.

At the end of February, Harry asked Sherlock for two weeks' leave.

The match between them and Ravenclaw was coming soon, which was about this year's Academy Cup Quidditch match. He had to focus most of his energy on practicing on the court to win this match for Gryffindor.

It's good for young people to have some hobbies. Sherlock didn't want to let him focus all his energy on learning magic, so he approved a two-week vacation for him.

Sherlock didn't have time to watch the subsequent Quidditch match. As the end of the term approached, not only did the students have heavy workload, but Sherlock's workload also increased day by day.

He has to correct more than 200 test papers every week, and he also has to prepare lesson plans for the test questions on these papers, as well as prepare the content of practical classes, etc.

Even though Lupine helped him share the first to fourth grade classes, Sherlock was still very busy. In addition, he had no interest in Quidditch, so he did not go to watch the game.

But after the game, he still knew the result.

Harry rode his broomstick "Firebolt" that had been inspected by Professor McGonagall and led the Gryffindor team to victory.

During the game, Malfoy's Slytherin team members pretended to be dementors to scare Harry in order to disturb him. Instead of scaring Harry, they were protected by an incomplete shot from Harry. God curse was frightened.

For this reason, Professor McGonagall was as angry as a furious lioness.

She deducted fifty points from Slytherin in front of Snape and prepared to report the matter to Dumbledore.

The entire Gryffindor house was filled with joy on the day of the win.

Although Sherlock was not very interested in Quidditch, the youthful and energetic atmosphere among the students still put him in a good mood.

In the afternoon when the competition ended, Sherlock had just returned from the library. He was taking a pile of written materials and was about to return to the office to put them down. When he went to the cafeteria to eat, he accidentally heard a small sound in an empty classroom. Crying sounds.

He stopped and listened carefully to the noise coming from the classroom. He could tell that it was a girl's voice.

Sherlock hesitated for a moment, and finally gently opened the classroom door and walked in.

There was a girl inside who was sobbing softly while holding a quill pen and writing homework quickly on the parchment. There were books stacked two feet high next to her, as if there were many books that she had not finished reading.

When Hermione heard the movement, she wiped her tears in a panic and looked towards the door. Sherlock also saw Hermione with red eyes.

"Professor Forrest." Hermione shouted, sniffling.

Sherlock was very surprised when he saw that the person crying secretly here was actually Hermione.

However, he did not show his doubts immediately, but pulled out a chair and sat down next to Hermione.

"Hiding in a classroom and crying secretly is not something the Miss Granger I know would do."

Hermione put down the quill in her hand. She seemed aggrieved, but she was suppressing it and didn't want to show it in front of Sherlock.

Sherlock dug into his pocket, took out a box of Bibi's multi-flavor beans and placed it on the desk.

"How about some sweets? I stole these from Dumbledore's office. Before I left, I asked the pictures on the wall to help me not to tell anyone. Unfortunately, Dumbledore came back from outside and caught me. Okay. He still let me bring out these candies.”

Hermione was so amused by Sherlock's embarrassing stories about her that she burst into laughter. She took out a tissue and blew her nose.

"You must be lying to me Professor."

Sherlock shrugged his shoulders noncommittally. He pinched a multi-flavored bean and put it into his mouth.

"So can you tell me why you have to hide here alone and be sad? Why don't you go back to the lounge to celebrate with them?"

Hermione's face became aggrieved again, but this time she didn't pretend anymore, but said sadly.

"They won't talk to me anymore. Our friendship is over."

With someone to talk to, Hermione told Sherlock all her grievances these days.

"Harry received the Firebolt at Christmas. The gift was unsigned, but both Ron and him were fascinated by the surface of the broom. At this time, it is very likely that it was sent by Black to harm Harry. Damn it! I expressed my worries, but they blamed me for being imaginative, so I had to tell Professor McGonagall myself."

"Professor McGonagall took away Harry's broom and was going to dismantle it for a complete inspection. They broke up with me because of this. Ron said I was a troublemaker, and Harry was also angry with me."

"Until the day before yesterday, Professor McGonagall made sure that the broom was fine and returned it to Harry. He was very happy when he got it. I was also happy for them, but Ron was still angry, and Harry wanted to take this opportunity Let me get along with him, but, but..."

When talking about this, Hermione couldn't help crying sadly again. Sherlock did not interrupt her, but handed her a tissue at the right time.

Hermione took the tissue and wiped her tears as she continued.

"But Ron's pet Scabbers disappeared again! There was a pool of blood on his bed, as well as Crookshanks' cat hair. He said that Crookshanks ate Scabbers!"

"It's all my fault!...They're putting it all on me...I know there's been something wrong with Crookshanks ever since he came to school...It You don’t listen to me, and you still always want to catch Banban... But you can’t blame me for everything..."

Hermione's voice started to get choked up.

"I don't have time to explain to them... I still have a lot of homework to do... They just ignore me, and I don't have time to talk to them..."

After listening to Hermione's story, Sherlock understood that it was just some common conflicts between the three children.

But he didn't take these minor conflicts seriously.

Sherlock is a teacher at Hogwarts, and a teacher's responsibility is not only to teach. Faced with the confusion and troubles students have about their friendships and lives, he is naturally obliged to help them face the unexpected events in life. posted these questions.

"Escape won't solve the problem, Miss Granger."

Hermione said harshly: "I didn't escape... I really have a lot of things to do... I don't have time to worry about those things with them!"

"But you know that you are not at fault, or even if you are at fault, Crookshanks really ate Scabbers, and they shouldn't treat you like that, right?"

Hermione made a face. Although she didn't answer Sherlock's question, she obviously felt that this was indeed the case.

Seeing her performance, Sherlock laughed.

"Actually, from what you said, I think you are right. A stranger gave Harry a broom during the period when Black was at large. This was indeed very risky. Tell the professor about it and let him solve it. It's the safest way, and you're absolutely right about this. Even if it turns out that there's nothing wrong with the broom, there's no reason for Harry and Ron to be angry with you."

Hermione muttered.

"That's what it is."

"But you shouldn't run away from Ron's pet's disappearance later, Hermione."

"They all depend on me..." Hermione tried to explain.

"Crookshanks is your pet, and of course you as the owner are responsible for what it does." Sherlock said seriously, "If you think Banban's disappearance has nothing to do with Crookshanks, then explain to them Be clear, and then go find Scabbers with Harry and Ron instead of hiding here alone and feeling sad.”

"Don't let the grievances of the last incident affect you, Hermione. Harry and the others should apologize to you for the broom incident. If Scabbers' disappearance has anything to do with Crookshanks, you should also apologize to Ron."

Hermione fell silent.

Sherlock gave her time to think, then pushed the box of multi-flavor beans in front of her, winked and said.

"Life is like this box of Bibi Multi-Flavour Beans. Everyone has different experiences and stories about the taste. The one we are eating now may have a bad pepper flavor, but when you eat the next strawberry flavor, you You won’t think it’s not sweet just because of the peppery taste, just like after you experience a misunderstanding, you can’t cover up your subsequent mistakes because of the previous misunderstanding.”

Sherlock pinched out a pink multi-flavor bean for her, and Hermione silently took it and stuffed it into her mouth. It happened to be a sweet strawberry flavored bean.

Looking at her appearance, Sherlock stood up from his seat.

"So find an opportunity to explain it clearly to Harry and Ron, and don't let yourself be so tired. You can't finish learning knowledge."

Hermione seemed to be feeling much better than before.

"I'll go find them when I'm done."

"To Come."

"Thank you, Professor."

After being comforted by Sherlock, Hermione felt a little better. She looked at the homework that seemed to be endless and put them away temporarily.

Back in the Gryffindor common room, sure enough, all the Gryffindor students were celebrating. Fred and George somehow bought a bunch of candies from Honeydukes candy store.

Hermione was holding a thick stack of books, avoiding the crowd, and Harry happened to notice her at this time.

"Have you never gone to the game?" Harry came over and asked her.

"Of course I have been." Hermione said, her tone was dull, as if hesitant, "I'm very happy that we won. I think you did a really good job, but I have to finish reading these before Monday. Book."

"Come on, Hermione, have a bite to eat," Harry said, glancing over to Ron, wondering if Ron was in a good enough mood to make peace with Hermione.

"I can't, Harry, I still have four hundred and twenty-two pages to read!" Hermione said, her voice sounding a little deeper.

"Besides," she looked over at Ron, "he doesn't want me to participate."

This is obvious, because Ron deliberately chose this moment to say loudly: "If Scabbers is not eaten, he can eat a few of these Fudge flies, which he always likes to eat..."

Hermione cried again, and she was no longer in the mood to take the initiative to apologize after hearing Sherlock's words.

Before Harry could say or do anything, she hugged the books, sobbed and ran to the stairs leading to the girls' dormitory and disappeared.

Harry sighed, there was nothing he could do to mediate the conflict between his two friends.

Ron valued Scabbers very much, and Hermione didn't seem to take the initiative to apologize. He had no idea now.

However, things didn't end there tonight.

The entire Gryffindor students experienced a happy day, but in the middle of the night, Harry was suddenly awakened by Ron's yelling.

Ron woke up in the middle of the night and saw Blake standing in front of his bed!

Harry heard the slamming of the door when he woke up. They rushed out of the dormitory with shouts and ran downstairs at full speed, waking up everyone in the lounge.

Just when the Gryffindor students were gathering in the common room, Professor McGonagall also heard the noise and walked in with a furious expression.

"I'm happy that Gryffindor won the game, but you guys are so ridiculous!"

Harry and Ron explained what happened to her, but Professor McGonagall did not believe it because the portrait of Sir Cadogan at the entrance showed no signs of damage.

It wasn't until they questioned Sir Cadogan that they learned that Black had read the correct password for the Gryffindor common room for a whole week from a note, and he let him in.

And recently Neville just lost the password note he had written down.

That night, another major search was conducted throughout the castle. Sherlock was also called up by Professor Flitwick in the middle of the night and was responsible for searching the area near the library.

This was still a fruitless search, and no one found Blake. He seemed to know the castle well and knew exactly where to escape.

After tonight, the management in the castle became even stricter.

The portrait that was temporarily responsible for guarding the entrance to the Gryffindor lounge - Sir Cadogan was dismissed. After the Fat Lady was repaired, she returned to her post, and this time there were several more portraits in her frame. The dwarf with the stick patrols to protect her.

Neville was also punished. Professor McGonagall punished him not to go to Hogsmeade Village again after this semester, and no one was allowed to give him the password to enter the tower.

Poor Neville had to wait in the common room every night to see who could take him in.

Blake's attack, apart from raising the security level in the castle again, did not affect the other students' lives.

In the meantime, Hagrid also visited Harry and Ron specifically and told them that Hermione had been very sad recently, but Ron was still angry about Scabbers, saying that he would only be willing to do so unless Hermione threw away her crazy cat. Accept her back.

Hagrid wanted to try his best to reconcile the conflicts between them, but he was obviously unable to do so.

Sherlock didn't pay any more attention to this. Even when it came to teaching Harry the Patronus Charm, he didn't ask any more questions. He believed that Harry and the three of them would handle it on their own in the end.

Another half month passed. During the full moon days in March, Sherlock found Lupin in the office.

"How's it going? Are you sure about a good day?" he asked, sitting opposite Lupine.

Lupine said with a wry smile.

"are you serious?"

Sherlock shrugged.

"Of course I am serious, otherwise do you think I am joking to you?"

"But even with the wolfsbane potion, there is no way to ensure that I am safe."

Sherlock waved his hand and said.

"In werewolf state, how many stun spells can you resist at most?"

Lupine said thoughtfully.

"I haven't tried it, but according to previous records, there are more than a dozen Aurors who used the coma spell to subdue werewolves."

"Only a dozen rounds are enough?" Sherlock said, "Then don't worry, you won't hurt me even if you really go crazy."

Lupine had no more reasons to refuse his persistence.

A few days ago, when Sherlock had lunch with him in the auditorium, he proposed that he would like to observe some of the werewolf's characteristics up close the next time he transformed on a full moon night.

Lupine thought he was just saying it casually, but he didn't expect Sherlock to be serious.

"If you really want to see it, then come with me tonight." He said calmly, "Today is the day when I transform."

While Sherlock was waiting boredly in Lupin's office, he suddenly discovered a familiar old piece of parchment on his desk.

He asked in surprise, "Did you get this from the twins of the Weasley family?"

Lupin was also surprised by Sherlock's reaction.

"No, I got it from Harry. Do you... know this thing?"

Sherlock's face was strange. He didn't hide anything and said the name of the parchment.

"Marauder's Map. At the beginning of last year, I took this map from George and Fred. In the end, because they performed well, I returned it to them. I didn't expect it to fall into your hands now."