Just a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

"... Lupine was a werewolf when Fudge saw it. He was shocked and went to Dumbledore to question why he hired a werewolf as a professor. Whether Dumbledore was willing or not, Lupin It is impossible to continue as a professor next semester.”

After getting the exact time from Hagrid and learning about what happened during the three hours that he and Snape were missing, Sherlock couldn't help but sigh.

"If Lupine is not here next year, then I will have to be busy again. It's a pity."

Hagrid also sighed. He and Lupin had a good relationship, and naturally he didn't want to see him leave Hogwarts in such a mess.

But now his focus is not here, but looking at Sherlock and asking suspiciously.

"I want to tidy up the cemetery before Miss Silk comes. Why are you following me?"

Hearing this question, Sherlock was silent for a moment, and then he continued walking forward silently with Hagrid for a long time before he spoke softly.

"Go meet a friend."

His answer made Hagrid even more confused, but he also saw that Sherlock's mood was not right, and he was wise enough not to ask any more questions, and led him deeper into the Forbidden Forest.

Soon they came to a clearing.

The trees surrounding the clearing were lush and green, rustling in the evening breeze.

This is the second time Sherlock has seen the two tombs in the middle of the clearing. The names on the two tombstones now seem so conspicuous.

【Eddie Butler】

【John Watson】

Sherlock stood at the edge of the clearing, silently looking at the grave where Eddie's tombstone was carved.

Apart from his name, there is no biography on it, nor the year of his birth or death, only three simple sentences.

[To stop those who bully the weak; to save those who suffer injustice; to maintain the order that should be maintained]

Sherlock didn't speak, he just looked at the tombstone quietly. The picture in his mind was when he said these three sentences to himself seriously during that dinner in that restaurant.

Hagrid saw something strange about Sherlock, but he was just a little more nervous, not really stupid. He did not choose to disturb Sherlock while he was here, and was about to start clearing the weeds in front of the grave.

However, just when he was about to take action, Sherlock stopped him.

"No need to trouble you Hagrid, let me do it."

Hagrid looked at Sherlock in surprise. He was really confused about Sherlock's actions now.

Obviously they hadn't seen each other for less than a day, but for some reason, he felt that the Sherlock now was a little different from the one he knew before.

"Okay, then I..."

"You should go back and rest first. I want to stay here alone for a while."

Hagrid stood there for a while, and finally nodded hesitantly.

"Be careful here alone."

Sherlock nodded silently, Hagrid gave him one last confused look, and finally left the cemetery.

After Sherlock was the only one left here, he walked heavily to the monument engraved with Eddie's name, his voice full of helplessness and sadness.

"Why are you still dead after I left?"

He sat directly next to Eddie's tombstone, as if Eddie was still alive and sitting next to him and talking to him. Friends were still chatting about everyday things.

"Actually, with your character, I can imagine such a result. You only receive a few galleons in salary every day for the sake of the corrupt Ministry of Magic, which is full of intrigues and intrigues. Why are you working so hard?"

"Okay, I'm a layman. I can't understand your ideals. You have great righteousness and you can sacrifice yourself for the magic world. But you must have not listened to the last words I said to you at that time. Why can't you do it for Amy? Think about it?”

"I know she was an accident. You were not prepared to be a father at all from the beginning, but you have already become a father. Why don't you take up the responsibility?"

"Other wizards in the magical world are human beings, isn't your daughter?" Gu

"You always say that you owe her, what's the use of just saying that? Have you ever made up for it? Amy's first gift was given to her by me, and I took her there for the first time to go out. You're a father. What?"

"Oh, forget it, you are dead, it will be a bit rude if I continue to nag you here."

Sherlock sighed and stood up from the monument. He used his hands to clean up the weeds in front of the grave without using magic.

After dealing with this, he sorted out his emotions, and then stood in front of the tomb with [John Watson] engraved on it, tilting his head and looking at the tomb that belonged to him.

To be honest, even if I use a pseudonym, I still have a strange feeling when I look at my own tombstone.

There was no need to use control magic to sense what was buried underground, because at this time Sherlock had already used transfiguration to turn a branch into a shovel, intending to dig up the tomb himself.

He had a guess before digging, but whether his guess was accurate or not would not be known until he dug it out.

Under the bright moonlight, Sherlock laboriously dug the soil on the grave.

At first, he wanted to have some sense of ceremony and planned to dig his own grave himself, but before digging a few shovels, he collapsed on the ground and didn't want to move.

It's not that he is weak, but that his physical exertion tonight is too serious, and he really doesn't have any strength to dig another grave.

Sherlock gave up the idea of ​​doing it himself, conjured up a few more shovels, sat on the ground, and controlled the digging with control magic.

Of course, there are faster methods, such as blasting directly with three or four explosions.

But blowing up your own grave...it's always a little weird.

It's a little more laborious now, but it's not too troublesome.

Five or six shovels dug together, and after about an hour, an old wooden box was dug out.

Sherlock used control magic to take the wooden box out of the grave.

There is a lock, but a simple lockpicking spell can open it.

There aren't many things inside the wooden box.

A small metal badge-shaped box, an old windmill, and a yellowed, immovable ordinary photo.

He picked up the windmill.

Although it is old and shabby, it has obviously been well protected by its previous owner, and you can clearly see its brand new appearance.

The three people in the photo are also very familiar.

Showing an imperceptible smile, a pigeon flew overhead, dropping the "bomb" "Prince".

Amy was holding a pinwheel and wave candy in her hands, with a smile on her face.

And standing behind Amy, the only one with a normal and happy smile on his face was "John".

Sherlock looked at this old photo from 17 years ago and couldn't help but smile.

At this moment, a burst of gentle footsteps suddenly came from behind him from far to near.

Sherlock turned back with the photo.

The girl with the hood on her head walked up to him, and with slightly trembling hands, she slowly pulled down her hood.

The fair face is delicate and delicate, and you can still faintly see the shadow of her childhood.

Silver-gray hair fluttered in the wind, and those eyes covered by black ribbons stared at him closely!

Sherlock and her looked at each other like this for a long time, and finally sighed and slowly stood up, walked to her side, gently stretched out his hand, and raised the corners of her mouth.

"How many times have I said, this world is a beautiful place, you should smile more, Amy."