Just a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

Harry could clearly feel that something was wrong with Sherlock and Snape today.

Professor Forrest was still the same professor, and Snape was still the same Snape, but it was as if they had a tacit understanding that they had never had before, as if they had been together for a long time.

This left Harry a little confused, and what made him even more confused was the question Sherlock had just asked him.

Sherlock no longer showed off to Harry, but said seriously.

"Actually, the voice you heard may not be your auditory hallucination, but something real."

Harry was no fool, he could tell what it meant.

"You, you mean...my mother, she is still alive!"

His breathing became very heavy and he asked unblinkingly.

He was so cautious, as if he was afraid that if he spoke a little louder, Sherlock's affirmative answer would be scared away.

However, Sherlock did not nod as Harry expected, but said solemnly.

"It is still there, but it cannot be said that it is alive, but it is by your side in another way."

Harry didn't know anything about what happened between him and Snape, so he didn't understand the meaning of this sentence at all.

But Sherlock didn't need him to understand, so he took out his wand and warned him.

"Relax Harry, don't be too nervous, close your eyes, keep breathing evenly, and empty your mind without thinking about anything."

Of course, Harry was not wary of Sherlock at all, and just did as he asked, closing his eyes and trying to adjust his breathing.

Snape next to him looked impatient, but he still had the sense not to disturb them.

Sherlock raised his wand and waited quietly. After about five minutes, Harry's breathing gradually became even.

He finally stretched his wand forward, pointed it at the lightning-shaped scar on Harry's forehead that everyone in the wizarding world knew, and tapped it lightly, while whispering a spell that was inaudible to outsiders.

A burst of light blue light lit up from the point where the tip of Sherlock's wand touched the scar on Harry's forehead.

The blue light looked very cold, a bit like the light emitted by a ghost at night, but Harry, as the person involved, did not feel the slightest bit of coldness.

Instead, there was a warmth that seemed to come from the soul, rising from the deepest part of his body, all the way up, until it emerged on his forehead, and was pulled out by Sherlock's wand!

Snape, who was watching from the sidelines, could clearly see that after Harry's forehead lit up, the cold blue light quickly emerged from his body, and then condensed in front of him.

In the end, he formed a figure that haunts him and will never be forgotten in his life!

"Li...Lily..." Snape looked at the ghost, which was as transparent as a ghost, floating in front of Harry. He was looking at the surrounding witches with a blank look on his face, and murmured. came up with this name.

Harry's eyelids trembled slightly at this time, and then he slowly opened them.

The next moment, he saw the face that usually only appeared in photos and dreams!

Although Sherlock had vaccinated him in advance, Harry was still stunned in place as if he had been petrified by a basilisk. He could only shout out in a subconscious trembling voice, which he had never shouted to a real person. The title that came out.

"Mother......"

Lily, who had been dormant in Harry's body for more than ten years and suddenly reappeared, looked at everything in front of her in shock.

"Harry!"

Harry's body was trembling as he stared at that face. His eyes became moist at some point. He slowly moved his arms to touch Lily's body, but Lily was obviously not real now.

His fingers passed through the illusory body, and he could only feel a coldness.

Sherlock looked at this scene with a smile and a look of relief. Then he stepped lightly and quietly walked to the door. He grabbed Snape's arm and forcibly led him out of the door.

"You just met Lily in the past. Now let's leave this time to Harry. After they finish talking, you will have plenty of opportunities to see her again in the future."

Snape looked a little unhappy, but didn't say anything more.

Sherlock leaned against the wall and stared at him for a long time, then suddenly asked.

"Have you told Dumbledore everything?"

Snape didn't speak, but nodded calmly.

Sherlock was not surprised by this. Although Snape was not a member of the Order of the Phoenix, he was also one of Dumbledore's closest confidants. As long as Dumbledore asks about such a thing, he will not hide it.

After staring up at the ceiling of the corridor for a moment, Sherlock stood up and warned Snape.

"If you don't want Lily to hate you even more, it's best not to go in and disturb them."

Snape said nothing, but Sherlock knew that he knew much more about this than himself.

Then he left his office and walked along the corridor on the third floor, and finally came to the stone monster stationed in front of the principal's office.

"I want to see Professor Dumbledore."

Before Sherlock could explain his intention, the stone monster automatically gave way to him, as if someone had greeted him and knew he was coming back in advance.

Going up the spiral staircase, he opened the door and walked into the principal's office.

The old man with a white beard, who was highly respected in the magic world, was not busy with complicated work at this time. Instead, he took a break and leaned on the back of the chair with his eyes closed, tasting honey candies with a happy expression.

Compared to the possibility that Dumbledore was being lazy, Sherlock felt that he was deliberately waiting for him to come to his door.

"Professor, Snape should have told you everything."

There was no roundabout politeness or probing, Sherlock went straight to the point.

Dumbledore watched Sherlock open his eyes, his blue eyes extremely bright under the crescent-shaped glasses.

He did not hide the admiration revealed in his eyes, nodded and said.

"He told you about your experience, and you handled it very well Sherlock. Judging from Severus' retelling of your experience, I don't think anyone can do it better than you."

Sherlock was not modest either, and sat down opposite Dumbledore carelessly.

"I just did what felt right and made some small changes to the situation."

Dumbledore blinked, a curious look on his face.

"Severus has never told me about this."

"It's not that he doesn't want to tell you, it's just that he just found out." Sherlock said calmly, "Harry is meeting with his mother in my office right now."

Dumbledore was obviously stunned by Sherlock's words. Even the former principals who were napping on the wall opened their eyes in surprise and started whispering to each other.

After two or three seconds, Dumbledore came back to his senses. He looked at Sherlock deeply.

"You rescued Lily?"

"It can't be regarded as being rescued. Essentially, she is still dead."

Here, Sherlock repeated what he had explained to Snape before to Dumbledore.

After Dumbledore listened to his complete experimental hypotheses and procedures, his expression became more and more surprised. Until he finished listening, he looked at Sherlock deeply.

"Since the incident with the Basilisk last year, your changes have made you more and more outstanding, Sherlock. When you were a student, I knew that your talent was very high, but I didn't expect that you would achieve such an achievement. ”

When Sherlock heard his unsparing praise, he waved his hand and said without any sign of complacency.

"I feel that there is still a big gap between me and the truly skilled wizards." He looked at Dumbledore solemnly, "Before I came back, I met Riddle from that period."

Dumbledore's eyes became dark.

"Did he attack you?"

"It was already too late when he took action, but I could still feel the gap between him and me."

Sherlock said with lingering fear that when Voldemort finally arrived, he really thought he had accidentally failed.

"It's different, Sherlock." Dumbledore shook his head, "I know he was very strong at that time. Even before he aged, I can't guarantee that I can beat him, but you are only 23 years old. , there is still a lot of time in the future.”

Speaking of this, a smile appeared on his face.

"At least, Tom was not able to combine the advantages of Horcrux interception magic with another magic when he was your age."

"Maybe...I can change some of my original plans..."

He said the last sentence as if to himself, his voice was so low that Sherlock didn't hear it clearly.

"What did you say? Professor."

Dumbledore shook his head.

"Nothing. Can you tell me more about what you experienced in the past? I want to know more details."

Sherlock did not refuse. He told Dumbledore truthfully about what he had experienced, excluding the small parts related to Silk.

It's not because there's anything he can't say about Silk, he just thinks it's his own private matter, and he still has the right to keep such relatively private matters confidential.

After hearing everything, Dumbledore let out a long sigh.

"The traitor who remained hidden in the Ministry of Magic until the very end was Barty Crouch Jr."

Sherlock looked surprised.

"It's actually him!"

"It wasn't until Tom completely lost his power that he was exposed. Everyone was in disbelief. But Tom's disappearance made him hysterical. Finally, his father Barty Crouch caught him personally. And sentenced him to life in Azkaban."

Dumbledore folded his hands on his desk and looked calm.

"It is precisely because of such a scandal that Barty, who had a high chance of taking the position of Minister of Magic, lost the election, and Fudge, who has always been unpopular, can take office."

When Sherlock heard Dumbledore say this, a look of regret appeared on his face.

"I should have known from Snape in advance who were the Death Eaters who were later captured. He must know about this."

Snape did know that Sherlock would definitely remember if he asked.

But at that time, all his thoughts were involved in how to save Lily. Sherlock didn't mention it, and he didn't think about it.

"This ending is good enough." Dumbledore said softly, "There is no need to pursue perfection too much."

"Eddie Butler is an admirable wizard. I once had contact with him and wanted to recruit him into the Order of the Phoenix, but before I could officially say it, he was gone." Dembu Lido said with some regret.

"That's why I agreed to bury him in the Forbidden Forest of Hogwarts later."

When talking about this topic, Sherlock's mood was a little low. The scene was silent for a long time before he took out the small iron box in the shape of the family crest from his pocket.

"Aside from Lily, my other biggest achievement is this."

He opened the iron box in front of Dumbledore, revealing the brass key inside.

"Riddle put something very important into the Lestrange family treasury. I heard this news with my own ears from Rodolphus and Rabastan."

"And the key hidden in the badge box, Professor, don't you think it looks very similar to the key in Gringotts' vault?"

Dumbledore stared at the key in Sherlock's hand. It was indeed exactly the same as the key to Gringotts' treasury!

"Where did you get it?"

"On Rabastan, he was killed by my explosive spell. I found this on his body."

Dumbledore lowered his head slightly, his glasses seemed to reflect a dull white light.

"You can try...but if you want to open the treasure house of Gringotts, you need more than just a key."

Sherlock had naturally thought of this a long time ago, which is why he and Dumbledore confessed about the key to the treasure trove.

"So Professor, I need your help."

Dumbledore looked at him.

"how do you want to do it?"

Sherlock narrowed his eyes.

"As the Lestrange family is Riddle's die-hard loyalist, almost all family members have been captured in Azkaban. But after all, it is an ancient family. Whether there are illegitimate children outside, outsiders are sure You don’t know, right?”

Without too much explanation, Dumbledore could already tell what Sherlock wanted to do just by relying on these words.

He was silent for a moment, then nodded slightly and expressed his attitude.

And while Sherlock and Dumbledore were plotting against each other, Snape was still leaning in front of the door of Sherlock's office, silently listening to the conversation between mother and son recognizing each other.

Both Harry and Lily were very excited at first. After crying with joy, Harry told her about his experiences over the years with great excitement.

Naturally, we only pick out the good things and do not talk about the bad ones.

Although Lily has always been by Harry's side in a special way, she is not aware of what is happening in the outside world.

Under Snape's seemingly calm exterior, he was actually very nervous inside.

He was afraid that Harry would tell Lily about how he had made things difficult for him in the past few years at Hogwarts.

Fortunately, Harry only reported the good news but not the bad news, and did not mention a single word about the various injustices and sufferings he had experienced.