Just a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

Hogwarts in 1994.

Gryffindor common room, Harry's dormitory.

It had been two hours since he rescued Sirius and returned to the castle. It was already past midnight, but Harry still couldn't sleep in bed.

Neville's soft snoring echoed in his ears. He tilted his head and looked at Ron on the bed next to him. He turned over again.

Ron obviously didn't sleep either. The rat Scabbers, whom he had always raised and had a deep affection for, turned out to be a short, fat wizard, and was also a shameful betrayer. This was hard for him to accept, and he tossed and turned all night long. Not.

"Ron."

Harry shouted softly.

Ron turned over again, facing Harry, and muttered.

"I don't think we can fall asleep today."

"Then let's chat, keep your voice down, don't wake up Seamus and the others."

Harry whispered.

Afterwards, both of them fell into silence.

A lot of things happened today, but when it came to actually chatting, they didn't know where to start.

After a long time, Harry said silently.

"I heard my mother speaking to me while I was using the Patronus Charm."

Ron shrugged it off.

"Didn't you also hear your mother's voice when the Dementors appeared on the Quidditch pitch?"

Harry shook his head.

"It's different. I heard her voice as a bystander then. This time she seemed to be talking to me right next to me."

"What did she say to you?"

There was a sad look in Harry's eyes.

"She said, let me live well."

Ron pondered his words and said thoughtfully.

"I understand how you miss your family, Harry, but... no matter how you hear your mother's voice, it's actually what you want to hear in your heart... ..”

"I know what you mean." Harry lay face up on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling of the dormitory, "But, that voice really seemed to be ringing in my ears."

Ron didn't pay attention to what Harry said. As he said, he could understand Harry's mood, but he didn't think what Harry heard was true.

"I would rather know where Professor Forrester and Snape went? Why did they suddenly disappear?"

Harry was brought back to his senses by Ron's question, and he shook his head in confusion.

"I don't know either, but Professor Forrester will definitely be fine. The person who is really likely to have trouble should be Snape."

Ron naturally understood the meaning of Harry's words. He covered half of his face with the quilt and tried to suppress his laughter.

"Hope Snape is okay"

...

The edge of the forbidden forest.

The location where Sherlock and Snape disappeared three hours ago.

In the quiet and deserted grassland, it was as if someone had forcibly inserted a frame into the picture, and the two figures suddenly appeared here!

Sherlock panted heavily and lay weakly on the lawn. He looked at the starry sky, the towering castle in the dark night around him, and the dense Forbidden Forest. Although his body was tired, he was extremely relaxed.

They're back!

From Mrs. Selwyn's words, he figured out the purpose of the stone slab.

It can use the magic substance's own magic power to erase its influence and existence.

It was the time turner made by the goblin that brought Sherlock and Snape to 1977. It did not belong to this point in time.

The direct impact is only on Sherlock and Snape who are traveling through time at the same time. As long as it is erased, its impact on this time will also be reversed.

Bring Sherlock and Snape back to square one.

The only thing that needs to be taken into consideration is whether the time converter itself is enough for the energy required to reverse time in this way.

Now it seems that Amy's feeling was right, and Sherlock's bet was also right. Since the time turner can repair itself and has the ability to continue taking them to travel in time, the ability it contains must be enough. of.

"I, where are we?"

Next to him, a trembling voice sounded.

Sherlock recognized that it was Snape's voice. He was so relaxed that he didn't hear the panic and anxiety hidden in the voice.

"It has only been three months and you have forgotten? This is the Hogwarts before we left."

"We're back?"

"Ofkos." Sherlock said happily, "I just don't know if it's still the night we left."

Snape walked up to Sherlock in despair.

He didn't show any of Sherlock's joy, as if he missed something most important.

"Why didn't you tell me in advance!"

He suddenly roared through gritted teeth.

Sherlock looked at Snape's expression blankly, and suddenly thought of something bad. valley

"You didn't have time to hand over the magic note to Lily?"

"I gave it to her." Snape clenched his fists, his unwillingness and disappointment evident in his words, "But I was preparing..."

Sherlock looked at him suspiciously.

"Since you gave it to her, why do you still feel uncomfortable?"

Snape couldn't say anything because he was going to do exactly what he had done to violate his agreement with Sherlock.

But he was still unwilling to the extreme. It was clear that as long as he told Lily what would happen in the future and everything, she would forgive him, but at the last moment, he was brought back!

"You didn't want to break the contract, but I stopped you at the last minute!"

Sherlock easily analyzed why Snape was behaving like he was now. There was nothing else that could have made him break through his defenses like this.

Snape was furious. Looking at Sherlock's face, he felt uncomfortable and displeased no matter how he looked at it.

In the end, he couldn't hold it back and rushed forward to fight with Sherlock.

"It's so close! I'm going to tell Lily!"

Sherlock struggled to pry his face and lift it up, taking advantage of his height and long hands, so that Snape could only wave his hands in front of his face, but could not hit him.

"You yourself wanted to break the contract, but you are still justified now! What did we agree on at the time? I couldn't find a way to change history for two years, but you didn't insist on it for three months before you told Lily everything!"

"Don't do this! You just want to use that agreement to stabilize me! You don't even want to help me save Lily!"

"Damn it! You white-eyed wolf! I didn't want to help you with the notes I gave you! I've been through life and death in the Ministry of Magic! I helped you think of a solution, but you told me this!"

Under normal circumstances, Snape would definitely not be Sherlock's opponent.

But Sherlock was so exhausted tonight that he struggled with the Death Eaters and was almost unsteady on his feet. Naturally, he couldn't crush Snape anymore.

In addition, Snape himself is a useless man, and neither of them can cause any effective damage to each other without using wands.

Their main method of attack is to pinch each other's neck and carry out verbal attacks.

Just rolling around on the grass, I don't know when I got close to Hagrid's hut.

Yaya, who was tied in front of the door, heard the movement and called them several times from a distance.

Hagrid, who had been unable to sleep all night after successfully rescuing Buckbeak in the hut, was awakened by Fang's cry.

He picked up his little red umbrella and walked out of the room in his pajamas. Under the moonlight, he saw Sherlock and Snape at each other's throats like children fighting.

"Who are you! How did you get into Hogwarts!"

Hagrid frowned, pointed his wand at them, and shouted loudly.

Hearing the sound, Sherlock and Snape stopped.

The two of them struggled for a long time, but neither of them left any scars except that their bodies were covered with grass clippings.

"It's me, Hagrid, don't be nervous." Sherlock gasped and said to Hagrid.

But the vigilance on Hagrid's face did not relax at all, and he still held up the little red umbrella.

"Who are you? The voice sounds familiar."

Snape stood up from the ground, and Sherlock stood up, clutching his robes for support.

"Take out the potion used to wash off the mask."

With a stinky face, Snape took out two bottles of potion from his pocket, threw one to Sherlock, and then walked towards the castle alone without saying a word.

"Stop!" Hagrid was about to stop Snape when Sherlock stopped him.

"It's us, Sherlock and Snape."

He poured the potion on his face and wiped his robe casually, revealing his original face.

Hagrid's eyes were as wide as eggs as he looked at him.

"Sherlock!"

Then he turned around and looked at Snape's lonely and embarrassed back.

"That's Snape! Why are you like this? Were you fighting just now?"

Sherlock used his wand to change his hair back to its original shape.

"It's a long story, but it's nothing serious." He said a few words vaguely, and then said goodbye to Hagrid, "I'm going back first, and you should rest early."

Although Hagrid was still shocked and didn't understand why Sherlock and Snape would dress up as other people and fight like Muggles on the grass in the middle of the night, he didn't ask any more questions and shook his head.

"I can't sleep tonight. Let's take this time to go to the Forbidden Forest to clean the tombs of Miss Silk's family. According to the habit of previous years, she will come to visit the tombs during the day today."

Sherlock didn't pay much attention at first, and nodded as he walked forward.

"Oh, yes, I brought her to you last year. Her family was buried in the Forbidden Forest. One of them seemed to be named John Watson..."

When he said this, he suddenly froze.

As soon as he picked up the tools, Hagrid, who was holding Fang Ya, saw Sherlock who suddenly seemed to have turned into a clay sculpture, and was confused for a moment.

"What’s wrong with you?"

Sherlock didn't answer him, but just murmured a few names back and forth unconsciously.

"Amy Butler, Eddie Butler, Vera Silk, Amy Butler..."

His eyes gradually lit up.

"Amy, Vera!"