Just a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

The faint agarwood fills the silent room.

It was pitch dark here, with only a weak glimmer of light coming from the crystal ball on the table.

In the transparent crystal, there seems to be a mist-like thing that is constantly changing its shape, making it unpredictable.

Wearing a large black robe and a hood that covers most of his face, Silk always looks the same.

She has been sitting here, looking at the crystal ball on the table for a whole day, but the fate in the crystal ball is still unpredictable and has not been determined for a long time.

This is a very rare phenomenon.

She is just a diviner, not a prophet, so naturally there are times when she cannot see clearly.

But this time she saw something different, but this thing was constantly changing.

Tens of thousands of possibilities have changed in just one day, which is even more confusing than the previous divination that was obscured by fog and could only vaguely see part of the illusion.

At this moment, a green fire suddenly lit up in the cold fireplace, and the flames formed the face of a middle-aged witch.

"I'm sorry to disturb your fortune teller, Miss Silk, but the director said that he has something to ask you to come over."

Silk spoke coldly.

"about what?"

"The memory tracing team has completed the decryption of Fiddlesticks' memory. They have obtained the reason why the fearful demon wants to escape, and they have also found out the origin of the locket on your friend's body."

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Hogwarts, Forbidden Forest.

Harry, Ron and Hermione all looked at this scene in disbelief.

The infamous murderer who betrayed Harry's parents and turned to Voldemort, and now escaped from prison and wanted to kill Harry, actually colluded with their two most trusted defense professors and raised a flag against them. Got the wand!

"No! This is not a real professor!" Hermione cried, shaking her head with tears in her eyes.

Ron's mouth was open, and he subconsciously held Banban tightly in his hand. He was stunned for a long time and couldn't say a word.

The expression on Harry's face had completely collapsed.

He recalled the scenes he had spent with Sherlock before. He took him on a trip to France. Even if he had to be busy at the Ministry of Magic, he would celebrate his birthday with him. In order to teach him the Patronus Charm, he even specially captured a child. Only the dementors came back to teach.

So was Professor Forrester all in disguise?

Now he shows his true face?

Is he also a lackey of the Dark Lord?

At this moment, Harry thought a lot. At this moment, he was heartbroken and felt that he had been betrayed by the whole world.

Just when the expressions on the faces of the three people were all dull, Sherlock waved slightly, and the wands on Ron and Hermione flew up for no reason, and finally fell into his hand.

Harry couldn't control the wand in his hand because he held it too tightly.

"Why? Professor? Why do you want to help Black?" Ha asked with tears in his eyes, holding up the wand in his hand.

Sherlock waved to him, telling him to stand aside and stop causing trouble.

"Don't add drama to yourself here, Harry, we are not here to arrest you at all. Stand aside with Hermione and don't delay our work."

After hearing his words, Harry noticed that the wands of Sherlock and the three of them were not pointed at him from beginning to end, but were always aimed at Ron!

"Don't delay! Catch him quickly! I can't wait!" Sirius said eagerly.

The three of them formed a double-team and surrounded Ron, leaving Harry and Hermione aside.

The despair on Harry's face froze, and he looked at Sherlock's actions with a blank expression.

Ron's expression went from shocked at first to desperate now.

He subconsciously grabbed Banban tightly in his hand, as if he was grasping a life-saving straw. No matter how crazy it screamed and bit, he didn't dare to let go!

"Your target is me!" Ron shouted in disbelief, "What have I done?"

Lupine's eyes were fixed on the mouse in Ron's hand, and his voice was still gentle.

"No, Ron, don't be nervous. We are not here for Harry or you. Give me the mouse in your hand, grab him tightly, and then put him in my hands."

His words shocked Ron, Hermione and Harry.

"Scabbers." Ron held the mouse in his hand tighter, "What do you want it for? It's just an old, miserable mouse!"

Blake's face was full of impatience. Seeing his enemy right in front of him, he couldn't wait any longer and didn't want to wait any longer.

He walked forward quickly, trying to snatch Scabbers from Ron's hand, but Lupine stopped him.

"We need to explain it to them, Sirius! They have the right to know everything!"

"We can explain it later!"

"Everything is petrified."

A sudden curse made Lupine and Sirius stop arguing.

They looked at Sherlock who was putting down his wand leisurely, and then at Ron who was panting nervously but was not petrified.

Finally, my eyes were fixed on the spots in his hands that were struggling desperately just now, but now they were as still as a sculpture, and could only keep rolling their eyes.

"You guys are too ink-blank. I also think we can explain it clearly to Harry and the others first, but before explaining, we need to do some precautions."

Sherlock shrugged and said to Harry and the others at the same time.

"So you want to hear a story? If you want to hear it, just sit down and listen to Lupine and Sirius tell it to you. And Ron, you can stop holding Scabbers so tightly now, or else Be careful to strangle him to death, Sirius' hatred will be unleashed on you."

Harry shook his head, still looking in disbelief, and kept talking.

"I can't understand... I still can't understand... Black is obviously a murderer. He killed my parents... The entire magical world is looking for him. Why is Professor You'll be with them...and dealing with Ron's pets!"

"Because he's not a mouse at all!" Sirius sneered.

"He is an Animagus." Lupine said calmly, "His name is Peter Pettigrew."

"You're all crazy!" Ron thought they were talking crazy.

Even Hermione said in a weak voice: "That's ridiculous!"

Sherlock did not participate in the story time between them, because he seemed to hear something, "ticking", but he couldn't find it.

Lupine and Sirius were telling Harry and the others the true story of that year. Harry and the three of them had doubts at the beginning, but after the two of them answered their doubts bit by bit, they gradually began to believe them. That's what I said.

"...It was in this Forbidden Forest that Lupine and Sherlock caught me. I revealed the whole truth to them, and finally they believed me and helped me catch Peter together!"

While Sirius was talking, his eyes never avoided the mouse in Ron's hand.

After spending more than ten years in Azkaban, after escaping from prison and evading pursuit for a whole year, the enemy is now right in front of us!

He was not a very patient person to begin with, but now he couldn't hold it any longer.

"Then how should we trust you?" Harry asked, staring into Sirius's eyes.

In fact, he now somewhat believes what he said, but he still needs a tangible evidence in front of him.

"It's easy to get evidence." Sirius stretched out his hand towards Ron.

"Give him to me, boy, now."

Ron's face was very panicked. He actually believed in what the adults said, but his relationship with Banban for so long made him afraid to believe it.

Lupine said softly.

"Think about it, Ron, how long has this mouse been living in your house? Would a normal mouse live for such a long time?"

"Our family has always taken good care of it!"

"But he behaved very strangely at the beginning of this semester, right? After hearing that Black escaped from Azkaban."

"What would you do with it if I gave it to you?" Ron asked Lupin nervously.

"Forcing him to reveal his true form," said Lupine. "If it really is a rat, it won't hurt it."

Ron hesitated, and then he finally handed over Scabbers.

Scabbers was hit by Sherlock's petrification spell at this time, and his body was stiff and motionless, but his small eyes showed human fear and despair.

Lupine held him in his hand, and Sirius's somewhat moist eyes showed a blazing light.

They raised their wands.

"Want to come with us? Sherlock." Lupine invited him

Sherlock also pointed his wand at Scabbers.

"Forced revealing spell?"

"Yes, this spell is very effective on Animagus."

Lupine said, holding Scabbers tightly in one hand and holding his wand in the other: "I'll count to three. One, two, three!"

The three wands all emitted blue-white light. After about a minute, Banban hung in mid-air. The petrification spell seemed to be lifted, and its little black body twisted wildly.

The mouse fell, landing on the grass, and there was another blinding flash, and then it was like a quick shot of a tree growing.

A head appeared on the ground, and its limbs stretched out. After a while, a wizard stood where Banban was just now, wringing his hands in fear!

The man was short, not much taller than Harry and Hermione, and his thin, light hair was unkempt and he had a large bald spot on the top of his head.

His appearance was like that of an obese person who had lost a lot of weight in a short period of time. His skin looked dirty, almost like mottled fur, and his pointed nose and watery little eyes still had the characteristics of a mouse.

The moment Peter appeared, Sherlock's binding spell was cast.

The magic rope entangled Peter, cutting off any possibility of his escape!