Just a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

The uproar in the auditorium continued.

In the box, Mr. Weasley was explaining the characteristics of Veela to Ron and the others. Hermione looked at Ron with a look of disgust. Harry, who was the most stable among children, was still supplementing Mr. Weasley. Things he didn't talk about.

The Veela dance on the field has ended, and the leprechaun, the mascot from Ireland, is flying over the field, showering countless gold coins into the audience.

Sherlock seemed unaware of all this. He was not looking anywhere. He lowered his head, frowned tightly, and controlled his magic to focus on one direction.

Winky, the house elf with a fear of heights, had a person sitting in the empty seat next to her.

He was covered with an invisibility cloak, so outsiders could not see him, but under Sherlock's control magic, his face could be clearly seen.

Although his appearance has changed a lot compared to seventeen years ago, Sherlock still recognized him at a glance with that familiar face!

Barty Crouch Jr.!

The son of Barty Crouch, the current Director of the Department of International Magical Cooperation, was a rising star in the Auror Command seventeen years ago. Thirteen years ago he was discovered to be a follower of Voldemort and a member of the Death Eaters!

According to the history well known to the public.

He was probably no longer alive at this time. He died of illness not long after being captured by his father, Crouch Sr., and taken into Azkaban.

But now in Sherlock's field of vision, he is still sitting here peacefully, his face is extremely pale, and he is looking at the field blankly, making it unclear whether he is looking at those Irish leprechauns or something else.

Silk realized something was wrong with him.

"What's wrong?"

Sherlock just shook his head and did not reveal his findings.

Then he raised his head again, pretending to be nonchalant, and gave some information to Ron and the Weasley twins who were fighting for the leprechaun gold coins on the ground.

"These gold coins are not real gold. Not only will Gringotts not recognize them, but if you plan to spend them and are discovered, you will be regarded as a liar. However, it is still good to collect as a souvenir."

Ron and George Fred had disappointment written on their faces, but they still put the gold coins into their pockets.

The mascots of both teams in the finals have left the stage, and Balman, Director of Magical Sports, is giving a speech before the official start of the game.

Sherlock did not listen to what Balmain said, but his thoughts changed and he was thinking about little Barty.

This undercover Death Eater who was once the most popular figure in the Auror Command did not really die in Azkaban.

And regardless of whether escaping from the prison island in the north was his own personal plan, Old Batty must have known about it.

Otherwise, he would not have allowed the house elf in his family, Winky, to secretly arrange for the dead man who had nominally died of illness in Azkaban to be here in the name of helping him obtain a seat in advance.

He didn't think clearly about why Old Batty did this.

In this box were not only many senior officials from the Ministry of Magic, but also two top heads of the magical government, including the current British Minister of Magic.

Old Barty was once the director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. Even if he didn't personally direct any Auror operations, who in the high position of director would be a fool?

By putting little Barty here like this, he was taking an extremely huge risk.

Once someone in this box discovers that little Barty is actually still alive, it will be easy for old Barty to lose the seat under his butt.

What's serious is that the reputation he has worked so hard to maintain all his life will be ruined in one day, and he will most likely be imprisoned in that frightening prison for the rest of his life, and he will not even think about coming out until he dies.

The Crouch family, a pure-blood family with an extremely long history, was completely cut off.

So he let his son, who escaped from prison through unknown methods, wear an invisibility cloak and come here at great risk just to let him watch a Quidditch match?

Sherlock could clearly "see" little Barty's numb and gloomy face under his magical gaze.

For some reason, little Barty stared at the Quidditch field without saying a word, his whole person showing a kind of gray deathly silence, but Sherlock inexplicably felt the trace of energy that seemed to burn everything out from his eyes. fanaticism.

That emotion, which was completely different from what he was showing at this moment, made Sherlock feel uneasy.

There is no doubt that little Barty was an undercover agent who hid in the Ministry of Magic seventeen years ago and led Death Eaters into the Department of Mysteries. Sherlock had a big grudge against him.

Although it was because of him that Sherlock heard the information about Horcruxes from the Lestrange brothers, it was also because of him that he finally found a way to return to the present after being forced into a desperate situation.

But these are not Barty's original intentions, and Sherlock will not even think about his "help" at all.

When it's time to take action, Sherlock will never hesitate.

Just when Sports Director Balmain announced that the World Cup finals had officially begun and the audience roared again, he stood up from his seat quietly.

Almost everyone in the box was staring at the center of the field. Only Silk noticed Sherlock's behavior and raised his head to look at him in confusion.

Sherlock shook his head slightly at her, indicating that she didn't need to worry about him.

He walked out of the box, found a corner where no one was paying attention, and used Apparition to leave. A few minutes later, he Apparated again and reappeared.

This time, he seemed to have not changed at all, but in fact he had an extra dry arm in his pocket.

Sherlock returned to the box again. At this time, the Quidditch final had already begun. As soon as it started, the wizards in the audience became enthusiastic. Under the atmosphere adjusted by the commentator, whether it was the Irish team or the Bulgarian team, Every goal scored would trigger a burst of cheers that broke through the sky.

Sherlock and Silk, who returned to their seats, looked at each other, and then quietly took out the withered arm they brought back from Knockturn Alley from their pockets.

Hilke, who was well-informed at the German Ministry of Magic, recognized this famous black magic alchemy tool at a glance - the pulling hand.

This is a dark magic item made with real human hands, with powerful tracking magic attached to it.

As long as the wizard is locked by this hand, even if the other person hides in the end of the world, he can still determine his location, unless he uses the Red Heart Loyalty Curse to hide.

The pulling hand was, of course, something Sherlock got from the Lestrange house.

It comes in handy at this time.

The arm is complicated in the way it is made, but it is not difficult to use.

He whispered the spell in his mouth, and an invisible thread appeared between the pulling hand and little Barty hidden under the invisibility cloak.