Just a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

The evening wind blew gently through the woods, bringing with it a quiet "rustling" sound among the dense branches and leaves.

Silk, who can also be called Amy, stared blankly at Sherlock who was smiling at him, slowly stretched out his hand and held the hand that held up the corner of his mouth.

"John..."

Her voice trembled, just like her trembling heart, as she called out the name of the person she had been searching for for 17 years but could not find.

Sherlock blinked at her, touched her head with his other hand, and sighed.

"You have grown into a big girl, but your temper is getting colder and colder. But this is not your fault, it is your father's fault. When I asked him to leave in the Department of Mysteries, I told him to spend more time with him. With you, I guess he didn’t listen at all, but don’t blame your father, he has that kind of temperament, if it weren’t for his character, I wouldn’t have known him in the first place..."

Just when Sherlock was nagging like an elder, Hilke suddenly hugged him hard!

Warm, soft, and slightly trembling, it was close to his body, making Sherlock's face look a little stunned.

He opened his arms helplessly, not knowing where to put them.

The girl's low sobbing voice sounded in his ears. She was no longer cold, but she was trembling in a sad and desperate voice.

"I felt you were leaving...but I couldn't tell what kind of departure...I thought...I thought you were dead..."

Sherlock was silent for a long time, and then sighed with a complicated expression.

His expression became gentle and he patted Silk's back gently.

"I'm here now, Amy. Just like I said to you, when we meet, we are separated, and when we are separated, we meet again. Sooner or later, we will meet again, just like now."

Silk put his arms around Sherlock's waist, hugging him tightly, as if he was afraid that he would disappear again.

After a long time, Sherlock gently pushed Hilke away from him, helped her wipe away the tears on her face, and said with a smile.

"You are already a big girl, you can't be like you were when you were a child."

The corners of Silk's mouth curved slightly, as if he was dissatisfied with Sherlock's words.

"I'm two months older than John."

She seemed to be deliberately emphasizing something, but Sherlock didn't pay attention. Instead, he touched her head again and turned to look at the tombstone with Eddie's name engraved on it.

"Can you tell me? What happened after I left? What happened to Eddie...?"

Even now, Silk still holds Sherlock's arm tightly, not letting him leave his side even for a second.

"Dad died three years after you disappeared."

Hilke had controlled her emotions, but she could still hear the sadness hidden deep in her voice.

"After he came out of the Department of Mysteries that day, he was infected by black magic. St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries was helpless. There was no way to completely eradicate the damage caused by the spell to his body. But he persisted after only a month of recuperation. To be discharged."

"At that time, the Ministry of Magic launched a month-long search for you who was missing. You were not found anywhere. Because you entered the Ministry of Magic through special channels, they could not find your specific information. They only knew that you had a My uncle has been living in the Leaky Cauldron."

"But Prince disappeared with you. It's like you disappeared from the world without any trace."

"Dad has been looking for you too. After he was discharged from the hospital, he did not return to work immediately. Instead, he took me to look for where you might appear."

"He asked me to feel it, and I tried hard to guess, but it was nowhere. It's exactly the same as what you said at the end, you are going to a place where no one can find it. Indeed, no one can find it. Dad took me I have been searching for more than half a year and have visited all the places where wizards are found in the UK, but I still haven’t found you.”

"The Ministry of Magic announced at that time that you died in that battle, and they also posthumously awarded you the honor of the Order of Merlin, First Class. But Dad and I never believed that you would die, because you said that you He who won’t die must still be alive.”

"In the end, he returned to his post as Auror. Although he didn't tell me, I could feel it. He thought you might have been captured by the Death Eaters. In the days that followed, he became more and more regardless of the danger, and he always Never went home again.”

Her voice suddenly stopped and she fell silent.

Sherlock did not urge him, but waited quietly.

After a while, Silk took a deep breath.

"Then, he died two months before the Dark Lord's power completely fell."

Her voice was calm, but the calm was obviously mixed with painful sadness.

"The injuries accumulated over the years prevented him from escaping the death curse."

"Because of my father's death, I became a homeless orphan. Just when the Ministry of Magic was worried about what to do with me, the woman came back. She confirmed her identity to the Ministry of Magic and wanted to take me away. But he ignored his father’s funeral.”

"I was the only one left in my father's family, but I was less than ten years old at that time. The Aurors spontaneously held a funeral for him, but they didn't know where to bury him."

"In the end, Dumbledore helped arrange this location in the Forbidden Forest. At that time, the woman had obtained my custody, and I had to go to Germany with her."

"Dad's death made me question my feelings at that time, and what kind of departure I felt."

"I asked the Aurors to help set up another tombstone next to Dad's grave and bury everything related to you. Only the photo was left on me."

Sherlock couldn't help but ask at this time.

"The woman you are talking about...is your mother?"

Silke's voice became cold again, even colder than before.

"Mom in name only."

"She brought me back to Germany because she learned about my talent. In order to seduce my husband, who was the director of the Department of Mysteries in Germany at the time, she changed my name and sent me to the Department of Mysteries of the German Ministry of Magic, deliberately Let the director value my talent and spend most of her time teaching me the knowledge of divination, so that I can take advantage of it. "

"The woman's plan was successful. Three years later, she got tired of playing again and dumped the man. She even deliberately showed off and told my teacher who regarded her as a friend the cause and effect of everything. In the end, the teacher died in the hospital with hatred for her and me."

"Since then, I have stayed in the Department of Mysteries of the German Ministry of Magic and never left."

Sherlock listened to Silke's story. He could imagine, but he didn't dare to imagine how that little girl who couldn't even smile experienced his departure, attended her father's funeral, and was surrounded by someone she had never met before. The mother was taken to a foreign country and then sent away as a tool.

Although Amy, who was seven years old, was not good at expressing emotions, it did not mean that she had no feelings.

Now, Hilke seemed to have completely sealed himself off, using his cold appearance to completely hide Amy holding the windmill, and no longer had contact with anyone, until today.

John told her that the world was beautiful, but he took this beauty away with his own hands and never let her feel it again.

How can you really smile when you face indifferent people all day long?

This time, Sherlock took the initiative to hug Hilke.

He didn't speak, nor did he make any promises, he just said something softly.

"I'm here now."

Silk didn't answer, and silently buried his face in his shoulder, just like Amy before.

"Do you know who the Death Eater who killed Eddie is?" Sherlock asked calmly.

"It's Bella." Silk's voice came from his shoulder. "She was later captured in Azkaban and sentenced to eternal imprisonment."

A smile appeared on Sherlock's face, but the smile was cold.

"We are really destined to be together. It would be great if she is not dead. I will remember her."

His voice returned to a gentle tone.

"What about your eyes? What's wrong?"

Silk still buried his face in his shoulder and said softly.

"Contaminated by the hourglass in the Department of Mysteries of the British Ministry of Magic. As long as you focus on looking at something, the past experience of this thing will be forced to appear in your mind, and it will cause damage to your eyes. From the day you left, I I just wore this black ribbon, and I was a little uncomfortable with it at first, but later I learned a kind of magic at the German Ministry of Magic, which was equivalent to gaining another way of seeing.”

Sherlock pressed her shoulders and gently pushed her away a distance. Through the black ribbon, the pair of light golden pupils inside could be faintly seen.

"I will help you find a solution for this. The hourglass is not such a rare thing, so there must be a way to solve it."

Hilke didn't seem to care much about this matter, she pursed her lips and said.

"With John here, nothing else matters."

Sherlock looked at her and laughed silently, not as if he was making a promise, but as if he was telling a fact.

"I will always be there."

Afterwards, they sat side by side in front of Eddie's grave. Hilke held the dilapidated windmill in his hand and listened quietly to Sherlock telling her about "John" and "Prince".

He told Silk that Prince was Snape, and also told him his purpose of entering the Ministry of Magic, the scene when he met Eddie, his experience in the Ministry of Magic, etc.

But before Sherlock could speak for long, he couldn't hold it any longer and fell asleep with his head tilted.

In his daze, he consciously did not turn his head towards Hilke, but after he closed his eyes and fell asleep, Hilke took the initiative to lay him down next to him, resting his head on his lap.

Sherlock was extremely tired, but before he actually fell asleep, he still had some superficial consciousness.

Vaguely, he felt a faint fragrance lingering on the tip of his nose, which was a smell unique to girls.

"Will John stay at Hogwarts as a professor?"

A soft, soft voice sounded in his ears, and Sherlock felt his ears itching, as if he was surrounded by a warm breath.

He responded in a slow voice.

"It will be..."

After hearing the affirmative answer, Hilke still didn't raise her head. She just looked at Sherlock's face quietly, as if she would never get tired of seeing it.

At some point, the corners of her mouth unconsciously raised slightly without anyone's help.

The sky is filled with the white color of fish belly before dawn, the night sky gradually fades, and the morning breeze blows in the forest. Under this alternation of day and night, the smile on the girl's face is the most beautiful thing in the world.

...

It was already afternoon when Sherlock woke up.

He opened his eyes in confusion and stared at the ceiling for a while, only to realize that he was now lying on the bed in the office.

He walked down from the bed, looked at the familiar environment around him, couldn't help but relax and stretched, shook his head and smiled.

This experience of going back to the past is really like a dream I just had.

But the small metal badge-shaped box on his desk and the old photo told him that these were realities.

It should be Hilke who sent her here, but she doesn’t know where she is now.

After Sherlock simply washed up, he sat at the desk and picked up the small metal badge-shaped box.

This thing was given to Eddie by himself before he left the Department of Mysteries and asked him to help keep it safe.

And its fundamental source is the Death Eater who was killed by Sherlock, Bella's brother-in-law - Rabastan Lestrange.

The shape of the box is obviously the Lestrange family crest.

And what’s inside the box…

Sherlock gently opened the iron box, and lying quietly inside was a very ordinary-looking brass key.

Looking at the key, he smiled happily.

At this moment, a rough knock on the door suddenly sounded outside.

Sherlock closed the iron box again, put it back into his pocket, and let the people outside come in.

Snape strode in from the door with a gloomy expression.

"What is the use of the magic notebook you asked me to hand over to Lily?"

Snape tossed and turned in bed last night and couldn't sleep all night. He went to Dumbledore's place in the morning, so he didn't have time to ask Sherlock this question until now.

Sherlock yawned and raised his eyebrows.

"You go and call Harry over first. Let's agree in advance. I'm not sure whether it can work as I thought before. That magic was just a theoretical completion, but no matter what, it's not worse. That’s the result, isn’t it?”

And just when Snape found Sherlock.

In the office of the Director of the Department of Mysterious Affairs of the German Ministry of Magic, the current Director Krueger looked at the report handed over by Hilke expressionlessly with a shocked face.

"You have to resign!"