Just a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

Hilke's trust in Sherlock was unreserved. Even if he used a notorious black magic alchemy item in front of her, she didn't ask any questions.

But she didn't ask, but Sherlock had to explain to her.

"This is something I plundered from the family vault of that woman Bella. I have almost emptied the entire vault. I am using it now because I found a person."

He did not turn his face to the back, but pointed towards the empty space beside Twinkle with his right hand hidden in front of him.

Silk immediately understood what Sherlock meant.

The reason why she met Sherlock in the first place was because he had a magic that could see through the invisibility cloak.

Now he obviously found something in that position.

"Is he a Death Eater?" Silk asked with his lips moving imperceptibly.

Sherlock didn't tell her who it was, but just nodded with a cold expression.

"He is an old friend. I will go and catch up with him."

The game on the court has entered a fierce stage. The Irish team attacked fiercely and relied on the Quaffle to score points, far ahead of the Bulgarian team.

But at this time, Sherlock was naturally not in the mood to pay attention to the failure of his previous prediction. The balance of victory in this game was obviously tilted more towards the Irish team.

His attention was always focused on little Barty.

From the beginning to the end, Barty Jr. did not make any move, staring at the playing field with his eyes blankly, as if he was watching a lifeless puppet show.

The game ended with the Irish team's victory, but the Bulgarian team's loss was not ugly. Among the players participating in the finals, the only one Sherlock knew was the Bulgarian team's Seeker - Viktor Krum Finally caught the golden snitch.

But the huge score gap still did not allow them to achieve the final victory, and the score was fixed at Ireland 170: Bulgaria 160.

Harry and Ron were going crazy with joy. Everyone else thought they were happy for the Irish team to win the championship. Only Hermione, who was also very excited, knew the inside story.

After the game, the players from both teams went to the top box to meet and shake hands with the two Ministers of Magic, while Fudge presented awards to the players of the Irish team.

The Irish national anthem rang throughout the stadium, and the leprechauns glided excitedly in the sky, dropping a lot of gold coins, while the Veelas, Bulgaria's mascots, looked dejected.

Winky left the top box immediately after the game, and Sherlock could clearly feel that little Barty was also taken away by the house elf.

He didn't follow him immediately. With the connection of the pulling hand, he could sense wherever little Barty ran. Now Sherlock was preparing to take a long-term approach.

Just a little Barty Crouch couldn't satisfy his appetite, and he had a faint feeling that things were far more than that simple.

This trip to the Quidditch World Cup was naturally a happy one for Harry.

Not only did their favorite team win the championship, they also earned a large sum of money.

As the Director of the Department of Magical Sports, Balmain certainly had no intention of defaulting on the debt. He was just extremely surprised by their good luck and even wondered if they had drank a bottle of precious potion called the Elixir of Fortune.

George and Fred also gained a lot. Although they did not press the score, they bet on the Bulgarian team to catch the Golden Snitch, but the Irish team won the game.

On the way back, Mr. Weasley specifically begged them not to tell their mother about the gambling, otherwise none of them would get anything good to eat.

The Weasley twins will definitely not do such a mindless thing, and they are happily discussing using the money they won to launch a great plan.

Harry and the others were still discussing the game with Charlie and Bill, and various professional terms in Quidditch kept popping out of their mouths. Sherlock could understand every word, but he didn't know what those words were. What exactly do words like "Wronski fake" mean.

But he is not in the mood to figure this out right now.

Under the perception of the pulling hand, little Barty did not leave the woods. He stayed still in the corner of the wizard's camp, which was like the camp where he was stationed.

Hilke walked beside Sherlock. After coming out of the arena, she kept looking up at the stars in the sky.

Halfway to the camp, she suddenly stared at a star and said.

"It's not going to be peaceful tonight."

Sherlock paused. Silk's prediction instantly reminded him of the little Barty he had just discovered. He narrowed his eyes and then gave Silk a warning.

"If anything happens, leave with the Weasleys."

Silk pursed his lips and said nothing, but continued walking forward without making a sound.

Sherlock looked at her back and helplessly quickened his pace to keep up with hers.

"Be obedient, okay? You also know my strength, and I usually won't..."

"Shut up!" Silk interrupted Sherlock rudely, rarely.

Sherlock was not angry, he just looked at her eyes hidden under the ribbon, and finally touched her hair and sighed.

"No matter what, you must protect your safety. I promised Eddie that I would at least help him take care of you."

This time, Hilke didn't struggle to free her head from Sherlock's hands. She just looked at him silently.

"You can't treat me like a child forever."

After saying that, she turned around and walked quickly towards the tent. Her pace was very fast, and her hands that were tightly clenched into fists were trembling from the exertion.

Sherlock looked at her with a sad face as her silver-gray hair was blown up by the evening breeze behind her. In his eyes, the body holding a windmill in one hand and feeling the wave candy in the other completely overlapped with hers.

He looked at the bright white moon and murmured to himself.

"How can I not regard you as the Amy who can't laugh, can't make trouble, and needs someone to protect her?"

After saying this, he shook his head and smiled bitterly.

"People are just hypocritical."

He didn't know whether he was mocking himself or who he was mocking, and then he didn't keep up with Silk and the Weasley family, but quietly disappeared into the darkness of the woods, heading in a direction that he could clearly perceive. Moving forward.

Fans were everywhere singing the Irish national anthem, and many wizards were dancing around the bonfire.

But Sherlock had no intention of stopping until the figure of that person appeared again in his control magic.