Just a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

Sherlock turned to look at Lupine, who looked wary, but did not say anything immediately.

Because Lupine raised a hairy finger at him, indicating that he should not speak for the time being.

The two wolf ears on his head were shaking gently, as if sensing sounds from some direction.

Then he waved to Sherlock cautiously, indicating that he should follow him carefully.

The two of them began to move slightly, and tiptoed towards the left rear. After walking for about ten steps, Sherlock also heard a slight snoring.

Lupine stopped and Sherlock remained motionless. They looked towards the place where the snoring sounded, and there was a sleeping big black dog lying there!

The two of them held their breath and looked at each other, seeing confirmation in each other's eyes.

This black dog is Sirius Black!

The first time Sherlock saw Blake, he gently took out a cloth bag from his pocket, then grabbed it, took out five or six wands and threw them to his side, and the wands were suspended in mid-air.

Lupine was stunned at Sherlock's actions. If this was not a critical moment, he would have thought that Sherlock was showing off his wealth to him.

Sherlock didn't care whether he understood or not, and continued to throw the wand.

The wand that was thrown out at the beginning has quietly dispersed, and the maximum control distance of magic is about ten meters.

The distance between them and Blake was only about ten meters. Dozens of wands had quietly flown directly above him, with all the wand tips aimed at him.

At this moment, Blake, who was sleeping, suddenly moved his dog ears alertly, sniffed his nose, and suddenly opened his eyes!

Sherlock and Lupine happened to meet his eyes!

At the first moment, Blake felt something was wrong and realized that this was definitely not a chance encounter. The target of the man and the wolf on the other side was himself!

There was a look of panic in his eyes, and he got up from the ground at an extremely fast speed. His four legs suddenly exerted force, trying to escape into the depths of the Forbidden Forest!

Lupine also roared at the same time and ran towards Black on all fours!

Sherlock made no movement, but the dozens of wands that had been floating in the air and surrounded Black began to wave regularly.

In all directions, countless bushes suddenly disappeared, and hundreds of vines glided on the ground like snakes, completely surrounding Blake who had not just run a few meters away!

In the end, under Blake's desperate eyes, Tengman wrapped himself directly around his body, wrapping him completely, leaving only a huge dog head!

Seeing Black being caught by Sherlock, Lupine didn't stop his forward pace. He ran directly into Black's dog face, knocking him bloody!

The sun has slowly risen in the east, and half of the sky is filled with morning glow, but no one present, not one wolf nor one dog, appreciates the brilliance.

As the moon sets, Lupine's werewolf features are gradually fading away, and he has returned to a human face. The embarrassed face is unusually pale, but the hatred in his eyes has not disappeared even a little bit!

Lupine stared at Black's bloody dog ​​face.

"Change me back!"

Sherlock relaxed the vine on Blake in time, and the black dog turned into a tall but extremely thin man with black hair, dark gray eyes.

Seeing Black's face, Lupine couldn't hold back. He waved his fist again and hit Black hard on the face!

"You killed James and Lily!"

Blake's mouth and nose were bleeding as he replied hoarsely.

"I don't deny that."

"Peter was left with only one finger by your spell!"

Lupine didn't throw any more punches. The first punch made him calm down again, but his questioning was still not over.

"No! Peter is not dead!"

When asked here, Blake suddenly became emotional and struggled hard.

"I don't deny that I killed James and the others! But that traitor was not me! Listen to me Lupin..."

However, before he had finished speaking, Sherlock tightened his grip on him.

"If you have anything to say, you should wait to tell the dementors. It's also possible that they won't listen to your explanation at all and just give you a kiss."

Sherlock knows that villains die because they talk too much, and he doesn't want things to turn out differently in the end.

Seeing that his actions didn't seem to be fake, but that he really wanted to give himself to the dementors, Black suddenly became completely anxious!

"I'm not lying! If I was really the traitor and really wanted to kill Harry, I had the chance twice before, but I didn't have the hands! I haven't done any harm since I ran away from Azkaban. Anyone! James’s death was related to me, but I was not the one who betrayed him! I didn’t resist when I was caught, I just wanted to punish myself!”

He said everything he wanted to say in succession, and Sherlock stopped in his tracks.

Lupine looked at him and Sherlock said hesitantly.

"Why don't you just listen to what he has to say first?"

Lupine also had this intention. He could tell from what Black said just now that there might be something hidden about what happened at that time.

Sherlock didn't let Black loose, but tied him tighter.

They stood condescendingly, looking at Black who was tied up and lying on the ground, Lupine said coldly.

"We can give you a chance to explain."

Black obviously cherished this opportunity very much. He knew very well that if he was handed into the hands of a dementor, there was almost a ninety-nine percent chance that he would be kissed and his soul would be sucked away.

He was not afraid of death. What he was afraid of was that after he died, no one would know that Peter was the traitor!

"After the prophecy that Voldemort would be defeated spread, James already had the idea of ​​hiding." Black tried his best to calm down his rapid breathing and told Lupine and Sherlock, "He started under the Loyalty Curse. When it came to choosing the secret keeper, he really wanted me to be the one.”

"But at that time, I was smart and thought I could let him claim that the secret keeper was me. But in fact, I found that bastard Peter Pettigrew and asked him to be the real secret keeper. In this way, Voldemort could put all his goals on I don't know who the real secret keeper is."

"But what I didn't expect was that what I thought was a brilliant plan actually killed James and Lily! Peter was the traitor! After he became the secret keeper, he immediately told his master the secret!"

"Voldemort later killed James and Lily! After learning about this, I went crazy to find Peter for revenge. I found him and forced him into a corner from which he could not escape. He shouted in front of a person on the street. Said I betrayed Potter! Then he used a powerful explosion spell!"

"He blew up a whole street of Muggles, leaving only his finger on the ground!"

"I thought he was dead, so I didn't resist. I accepted the Ministry of Magic's arrest and wanted to spend the rest of my life in Azkaban to punish myself for my mistakes. But it was only last year that I discovered that Peter was not dead at all! He's still alive and staying with Harry!"

"That's why I escaped from prison. I must kill Peter! I must kill him with my own hands!"

Blake yelled as hatred seemed to burst out of his throat.

Sherlock frowned and listened to all his story. He just asked.

"What is Peter's Animagus form?"

"A mouse!" Blake said through gritted teeth, "He probably relied on this to escape from under my nose and tricked me twice in a row!"

Hearing this, Sherlock felt that Black was not lying.

Because in his memory, the most profound impression of this semester in the original work was that the real bad guy turned into a mouse and ran away.

Lupine already believed Black's words at this time.

They were childhood playmates, so they naturally knew Black's character. He had always found it incredible that Black would betray James, and now everything became reasonable through his explanation.

But Sherlock didn't just let Black off as a good person. He looked into Black's eyes and asked.

"How did you know in prison that Peter was not actually dead?"

"Newspaper! When Fudge came to Azkaban to inspect, he brought a newspaper in! That newspaper is still with me, you can take it out of my pocket!"

After Lupine heard what he said, he walked over to him, reached into his robe pocket and began to rummage, and finally found a crumpled Daily Prophet inside.

This is a newspaper from last summer. The front page is the news that Arthur Weasley won the Prophet's annual top prize and his family is traveling in Egypt with the prize money.

The photo of the Weasley family in Egypt took up half the newspaper, and the rat Scabbers lying on Ron's shoulders was unusually conspicuous.

"Look at that mouse's forelimbs! He's also missing a middle finger. Peter's explosive spell blew his own finger off!"

Following Black's reminder, Lupine and Sherlock also noticed that the mouse Scabbers' front paw was missing a finger!

Lupine also murmured to himself.

"Yes, that's right, this mouse does look exactly like Peter's Animagus form!"

By now, they had believed most of what Blake said, but Sherlock still felt unsafe.

He rummaged in his pocket and pulled out a small bottle of potion.

"Do you dare to say that everything you said is the truth after drinking Veritaserum?"

Blake said without hesitation.

"no problem!"

Lupine looked at Sherlock in surprise. Veritaserum was a contraband in the magical world. Except for the Ministry of Magic and a small number of qualified potion masters, ordinary people could not get this medicine at all.

Sherlock walked up to Black and raised the potion in his hand. Sirius opened his mouth without any hesitation and drank all the liquid in the potion.

Later, Lupine and Black were waiting for the Veritaserum to take effect. However, Black not only showed no signs of being entranced mentally, but instead, the wound on his face that Lupine had previously injured with his fist was healing rapidly.

They both looked at Sherlock with shocked expressions, and Sherlock shrugged at them.

"Sorry, I don't have the ability to get Veritaserum yet, so what I gave you just now is just a bottle of healing potion. If you dare not drink it, then I will take you to find the dementors. If you dare to drink it, , which means what you said is true, and this bottle of medicine can just help you."

As he spoke, he had already removed the transformation spell from Blake, allowing him to move freely.

Lupine held out a hand to Sirius on the ground.

"So at that time you suspected that the spy among us was actually me, so that's why you didn't tell me about the subsequent change of plan?"

Sirius stretched out his hand and held it with Lupine, and was pulled by him to stand up from the ground.

"Forgive me, Lupin, I had no idea that cowardly Peter would betray us."

"It's okay, my old friend. I have always misunderstood you over the years. We are even."

They hugged each other, like a pair of old friends reunited after a long separation.

Sherlock looked at them and couldn't help but remind him.

"I think things like reminiscing and sensationalizing can be done later. The most important question has not been asked clearly."

Sirius then separated from Lupine. He looked at Sherlock and extended his hand to him.

"We've met many times, but I've never known your name."

Sherlock reached out and shook his hand.

"Sherlock Forrest, the current Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts, I also want to thank you for helping Silk and I."

They briefly got to know each other and then started talking about business.

"Since the real traitor is Peter, and he has been hiding in the Weasley family as their pet, he must have known about your escape from prison to seek revenge on him." Sherlock said calmly.

The mere mention of Peter's name made Sirius grit his teeth.

"Of course he knew I was looking for him. I sneaked into the Gryffindor lounge twice. The first time I didn't find him there. The second time I went there, he had already pretended to be dead and escaped from the boy. !”

Sherlock also knew something about Ron's rat, Scabbers.

"I met Harry and Ron's friends a few days ago. Hermione was crying secretly in the classroom alone, saying that her cat ate Ron's pet mouse, and they had a conflict over this."

"No, no! That girl's cat is the smartest cat I have ever seen. I gained its trust and let it help catch Peter, but Peter pretended to be dead for the second time and tried to escape again!"