Just a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

"Welcome aboard the Knight Bus, emergency transport for witches or wizards in distress. Just stick out your wand and step on board, and we'll take you wherever you want to go. My The name is Gibbs Sampac, your conductor."

On the knight bus, a thin middle-aged conductor said his speech and welcomed Sherlock and Snape onto the bus.

"What do you call them?" Sampac asked, looking at them and raising his eyebrows.

The injuries on Snape's face had healed at this time, and he carried a variety of potions with him. As long as he was still breathing, he could ensure that he would not die, not to mention the bruises.

"John Watson." When Sherlock introduced himself, he glanced at Snape and asked Snape to give him a false name.

Snape obviously noticed Sherlock's gaze, and with a cold and gloomy look on his face, he said a name.

"Tobias Prince."

"Oh, John and Tobias, so where are you two going?" Sampac didn't notice the little movement between Sherlock and Snape. He only felt that the relationship between the two people in front of him was a bit strange.

"Cokeworth," said Sherlock.

Sampac thought for a moment before recalling this place.

"The fare is 16 siekos per person, a total of 1 galleons and 15 siekos for two people. Of course, if you need two cups of hot cocoa, you can pay an additional 6 siekos, or if you want a hot water bottle and a toothbrush, then add an additional 4 siekos." Can."

Snape remained cold-faced and silent, while Sherlock ordered a cup of hot cocoa. His body was very tired and needed to replenish some calories.

When it came time to pay, both Sherlock and Snape stared at each other, and neither of them paid immediately.

The two looked at each other for a long time, and finally Sherlock took out his money bag, counted two galleons and two sickles, and muttered.

"Okay, I owe you, and the fare will be treated as medical expenses."

When they entered the car, they saw the driver sitting in the driver's seat, an elderly wizard.

There were no seats in the car, and behind the curtained windows, there were six beds with brass pillars. This suited Sherlock, who was now mentally exhausted and wanted to find a bed to lie down on.

However, once the car started, it was proven that Sherlock's desire to rest was purely his own fantasy.

There was a huge bang, and Sherlock flew backwards before he reached the bed. Fortunately, there was a soft pillow behind him, so he did not suffer any physical damage.

They were driving through wheat fields at this time, but they were not taking a path in the fields, but walking directly through the fields. The wheat growing in the fields seemed to come alive. Before the car ran over them, They jumped to both sides of the car to make way for the car.

Sherlock's hot cocoa was also brought over by Sampac. The car was still speeding, and he sat on the edge of the bed and did not dare to drink it directly.

The way the Knight Bus drives is not to use wheels to drive forward at all. It is more like a rabbit. It jumps once it runs for a certain distance, and the surrounding scenery changes every time it jumps.

Snape's mood seemed a little complicated. He was lying on the bed next to Sherlock and looking out the window in a daze.

When the car landed, Sherlock, who dared not take the time to take a sip of hot cocoa, chatted with conductor Sampac.

"Where are we going next?"

Sampac, who was reading the newspaper, looked sad.

"Send Mr. Shipka to Wales, which is now the hardest hit area for those people. I hope he won't run into any trouble."

Out of the corner of his eye, Sherlock saw the front page headline of the Daily Prophet he was holding.

"Four Aurors died!" The fierce battle in Denbighshire! 》

"It's been getting more and more chaotic lately." The wizard on the other bed interrupted their chat.

Sampac's face looked a little pale.

"Even the Daily Prophet has begun to gradually change its tone. In the past, when things like this happened in Wales, their editors would definitely criticize and scold those people in their reports. But what do they say now? We need to think more. Ideology, reflecting on the future of wizards through constant turmoil, what do they want to do? "

The wizard sighed.

"What are you thinking? It seems that the Ministry of Magic can't hold on anymore. Dumbledore is still hiding in Hogwarts and has not come out. They feel that the magic world may change."

"Dumbledore is still doing something. Not many Aurors have died in the Order of the Phoenix over the years."

"When will this day end? Originally, I wanted my son to take over my shift in the future, but now it seems that it is not safe at all to be a conductor." Sampac said sadly, "Last time we took that person's men, I He didn't even dare to ask them for the fare, nor did he dare to report the matter to the Ministry of Magic. Ern was so frightened that he almost drove the car into the sea that day."

Listening to their conversation, Sherlock silently drank the hot cocoa in his cup. It could be heard that the current situation in the magical world in this era was very uneven.

The prophecy of the savior has not yet been spoken by Trelawney. Voldemort and his Death Eaters are at the height of their power in the wizarding world, almost competing with the Ministry of Magic. Even mainstream newspapers such as the Daily Prophet have to change their tone. Signs.

He and Snape came back at the wrong time. Not only did they have to figure out how to get back, they also had to stay vigilant at all times to ensure their own safety.

It was getting dark outside.

Sherlock gradually got used to the bumps while lying on the bed. He slept with his eyes closed for about two or three hours before he was woken up.

"You two are here."

After asking for a hot towel from Sampac and wiping his face ("Eleven Nat, thank you for your business."), Sherlock and a pale Snape got out of the car.

This is a gray city. The most conspicuous thing is that you can see several large chimneys anywhere in the city. Even at night, black smoke is constantly billowing out.

The city is located on the edge of a dirty river. There are many fish and potato chip wrappers scattered near the river bank. The river water is also black and there is no sign of any life inside.

A typical industrial city with an extremely poor living environment. Just living here would probably not make you feel good every day.

Snape seemed to be suffering from motion sickness. His physical condition was not good, but his spirit was extremely strong.

"Let's go, let's go find you at this time first."

"What do you want to do?" Snape looked at him and asked.

Sherlock sighed.

"Even if you want to see her, you can't do it the way you are now, right? An old man in his thirties crying and crying in front of a little girl who is not yet an adult can scare people to death."

"Let's go find you now, pull out a few of his hair, use Polyjuice Potion to restore your youth, and then meet the man of your dreams, so that it won't be rude."

Snape pursed his lips and had no objection to Sherlock's arrangement.

Then he led the way, and the two of them arrived at Snape's hometown, a shabby Muggle alley called Spider's End Alley.

There are rows of dilapidated brick houses in the alleys. The windows on the houses look dark and lifeless in the night.

The dirty river is right next to the Spider Tail Alley. The stench from the river water is not very strong, because the alley itself is smelly enough.

Snape led Sherlock to the last two-storey house at the end of the alley, where they stopped.

"Are you coming or am I coming?" Sherlock asked.

Snape stood outside the door, as if he didn't want to see this house.

"You come."

Sherlock looked at him and raised his eyebrows.

"Don't you want to take a sneak peek at your parents again?"

"Shut up! Do your thing! I live in the leftmost room on the second floor now!" Snape's voice was low, but his tone was very harsh.

Sherlock was already used to his attitude. He shrugged and pointed at the leftmost window on the second floor and stretched out one of his hands.

The realm of controlling magic expanded outwards. Snape's room was within ten meters of Sherlock, and he could clearly sense the sleeping young Snape inside.

At this time, Snape was only seventeen years old, his hair was not greasy, and he was not only not old, but also quite handsome.

But Sherlock was in no mood to admire Snape's sleeping face.

He turned a book on Snape's desk into a pair of small scissors. This simple transformation could be done by Sherlock directly using control magic even without a wand.

Then he controlled the scissors and quietly cut off a few strands of hair from young Snape's head, then released the transformation, controlled the few strands of hair to pass through the cracks in the window, and finally floated into his hands.

The whole process didn't take three minutes. Snape just watched Sherlock stretch out a hand, and hair flew out of the room on the second floor.

But he was in no mood to care about the weird magic Sherlock used. He was very excited, as if his heart was about to jump out of his body.

Sherlock handed him the hair and watched as he put it into the Polyjuice Potion.

"Should we go find Lily now, or wait until the next morning."

Snape obviously couldn't wait any longer, and he couldn't wait to walk out of Spider End Alley.

"Going right now."

Sherlock looked at him and couldn't help but sigh and shake his head.

Snape, who was originally arrogant and indifferent, was no different from a normal person when facing the person he liked.

After knowing him for a year at Hogwarts, Sherlock had actually been secretly wondering if his heart was made of stone. Now it seemed that it was not just because the person worthy of its beating was dead.

Lily Evans' home is near Spider End.

After walking a few steps out of the alley, I came to a courtyard with a single-family two-story house. This is the Evans home.

Snape looked at the house in front of him in a daze. After he actually arrived in front of Lily's house, he began to hesitate.