Just a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

Sherlock's breakfast is toast and hot milk.

Snape went straight back to the house after breakfast. He had just received today's Daily Prophet and was looking at the headlines on it.

The headline this time was actually not related to any Death Eater attack, but a piece of tidbits.

"Mrs. Evans remarried and left for Germany. Her new husband is now Deputy Minister of Magic."

The news is about the ex-wife of Taylor Evans, the current director of the Department of Magical Transportation, who married away in Germany.

Just a simple remarriage is not news. The key is that Mrs. Evans has been married and divorced six times in just five years, and each of her husbands is a senior official in the British Ministry of Magic. , the lowest position is also the office director.

Mrs. Evans only got her title from her current husband. She had also been called Mrs. Nelson, Mrs. Andrew, etc. before.

It is said that she is so charming that every man will be fascinated by her for the first time they see her.

There are even rumors that Mrs. Evans is actually a Veela, and no man she wants to seduce can escape her grasp.

But now she finally seems to be tired of playing in the British wizarding world. She divorced her current husband again a few days ago and married to Germany. Naturally, the Daily Prophet reported this extensively.

In addition to saying that she finally left and went to the German Ministry of Magic, she also secretly satirized the senior officials of the British Ministry of Magic for being lustful and hooking up with the wives of colleagues and subordinates. There is a reason why the situation in the magical world is so corrupt.

Sherlock wasn't interested in such news. After taking a look at it, he threw it aside and continued eating his bread.

Others in the bar were extremely interested in this. They were almost depressed after listening to the Aurors and Death Eaters fighting each other every day. Some different gossip and relaxation still made them want to talk.

"I heard that Mrs. Evans actually had a child with her first husband, who was just an ordinary Auror captain at the time."

"You already have children, will you still be like this?"

"Can you tell from her appearance that she is a woman who has given birth?"

"So the rumor that she is actually a Veela is not unfounded. That silver hair is really conspicuous."

Sherlock had no interest in listening to what they were talking about, so he got up and went upstairs to his room.

Just a minute after he left, two wizards in black robes pushed the door open and walked in.

They wore broad hats that made it difficult to see their faces and did not look very eye-catching.

But what they did next made everyone present uneasy.

Before Tom could move forward to entertain them, they drew their wands from their robes, uttered an incantation and plunged the tips of the wands into the ground!

Suddenly, almost all the wizards sitting in the bar stood up, because at this time, the two wizards revealed their true faces, which were two ferocious faces.

There was also a green pattern of a large python emerging from the skull's mouth flashing in front of them.

The mark of the dark devil!

Death Eaters!

Immediately, someone used the Apparition to escape from here, but the bodies of the Apparition wizards flickered for a moment, and then reappeared in the same place again. The magic failed!

Everyone's faces turned pale. The magic the two Death Eaters used immediately after entering the tavern was the Anti-Apparition Curse.

Most people recognize the faces of the two Death Eaters.

Igor Karkaroff and Dolphin Rohr, the core subordinates of the Dark Lord and the mainstay of the Death Eaters.

In the recent battle in Wales where four Aurors died, both of them showed up.

"I advise everyone not to act rashly." Karkaroff is tall and thin, with a mellow and melodious voice, but his eyes are cold and sharp.

"The Dark Lord has assigned us a mission. As long as everyone cooperates, no one will be hurt today. But if someone wants to be a hero, he may enjoy people's praise after becoming a ghost."

No wizard in the bar dared to act rashly, and no one dared to reply.

Although there are only two Death Eaters, they can summon companions at any time through the Dark Mark, and no one dares to confront these villains.

Looking at the reactions of these people at the scene, Karkaroff seemed very satisfied.

He walked to the bar and picked up a piece of toast from the tray that Tom was holding tremblingly, just like an ordinary diner who came here for breakfast.

"Your craftsmanship is good, Tom. I have always felt that you were underachieving under the Ministry of Magic." Karkaroff praised.

Old Tom had an extremely ugly smile on his face and stammered.

"I, I just want to make ends meet, make ends meet..."

"Don't be nervous." Karkaroff patted his shoulder, making Old Tom's body tremble even more violently.

He lowered his head to Tom's face and looked at him with those cold eyes.

"The Dark Lord is looking for someone, and I think she might live with you."

"You, what you said is..."

"A little girl named Butler."

Old Tom recalled for a moment, then swallowed his saliva and said

"No, no, sir, I have never had a little girl named Butler in my store."

Karkaroff didn't take his eyes away from his, just stared at him.

"You'd better think more clearly, Old Tom. The toast is delicious and the cider tastes sweet. You must want to continue to taste these delicacies in the future, right?"

Old Tom's forehead was sweating. Whether he could save his own life or not, the next words were crucial.

"Indeed, indeed not, sir, I have not received a guest named Butler recently."

Karkaroff didn't speak anymore, but looked at him, his sharp eyes seeming to penetrate into Old Tom's mind and see through everything about him.

Just when Old Tom's legs were getting weaker and weaker and he could hardly stand, he suddenly spoke again.

"Then let's disturb the customers staying in your store a little and look for the person we want to find. Are you willing?"

"Yes, of course you are welcome." Old Tom said with a smile while holding on to the bar.

Karkaroff left his side, walked to another Death Eater, Roll, and whispered.

"Go up and search them. If they are children, catch them all for me. I will watch them."

Rolle was a very muscular wizard with a face full of flesh. He nodded, took his wand, and turned around and walked up the stairs.

After he went upstairs, Karkaroff turned and looked at the wizards in the bar hall who were looking at him nervously, smiled and waved.

"Sit down, everyone, relax. We are all reasonable people. Your misunderstandings about us are all due to the constant slander from the Ministry of Magic."

"Come on, let's continue the pleasant breakfast reading time. What did the Daily Prophet report today? Oh! My God, this slut is finally gone, otherwise the romantic nature of those high-ranking officials in the Ministry of Magic will be destroyed. It would be bad if she exposed everything..."

The moment Karkaroff and Roll used the anti-Apparition spell on the entire Leaky Cauldron, Sherlock and Snape felt something was wrong at the same time.

They opened the door and looked at each other. Neither of them spoke, but they both reached a consensus.

If something goes wrong, leave immediately.

Then they retreated to their room, but Sherlock suddenly discovered that the window in the room had been opened a crack at some point!

He quickly glanced around the small room and found no one except himself.

At this time, someone had already walked upstairs and began to search the rooms one by one. There were dissatisfied voices from those who were disturbed, but these voices soon disappeared.

Soon the searchers had also found Snape's room 12, which was next door to him.

He heard the door to Snape's room being opened and the conversation between him and the searcher.

"Who are you looking for?"

"You'd better cooperate, buddy. You should know my face and whose subordinate I am. Now get out of the way. I want to inspect your room!"

Snape didn't say anything after that. He had obviously let the searchers in.

At this time, Sherlock also dispersed his control magic, explored every corner of the room, and finally found something strange under his bed.

He lay on the floor and looked under the bed. There was nothing underneath.

But Sherlock didn't stop there. Instead, he reached out and touched under the bed, and then he touched an invisible, slippery piece of fabric in the air.

He grabbed the piece of cloth and pulled it gently, and a small figure was revealed.

She blinked her bright blue eyes and looked at Sherlock silently.

Sherlock looked into those eyes, and the two looked at each other for about a few seconds. In the end, without making a sound, he silently put the invisibility cloak back on, and then stood up.

At this time, the searcher had already checked Snape's room, and then used the unlocking spell to open Sherlock's door without knocking.

"What are you doing?" Sherlock frowned and looked at Roll who walked into the room.

Luo Er said with a ferocious smile.

"If you read the Daily Prophet every day, you should know my face, so you'd better not move from now on."

Of course Sherlock recognized his face. Roll's photo appeared twice in the Daily Prophet in the past three months, once when the Ministry of Magic placed a reward on him, and again when it was reported on the attack in Wales.

Sherlock made no move to resist and allowed him to enter his room, then searched the cabinets, under the bed and the bathroom.

After finding nothing, Rohr stared at him fiercely.

"If you find a child named Butler, you'd better hand her over to us, and the Dark Lord will reward you. If you find out but don't do this, you will also get a special reward!"

Special commendations are obviously not real rewards.

After Sherlock nodded to indicate that he was clear, Rolle walked out of his room and turned to room 10 next door.