Just a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

Sherlock looked up at Silke who was still sitting on the branch, and a helpless smile appeared on his originally indifferent face.

"Can't you say that this is my true confession? Although I did delay it for so long on purpose to give him a chance, some of my words are also sincere."

"Also, didn't I tell you to stay with the Weasley family? Why did you come here by yourself?"

Silk looked up at the bright starry sky.

"The star has shifted. I know where to wait and I can help you."

Sherlock also looked up at the starry sky with her, but saw no signs of it.

His most lacking magical knowledge is about divination, and the most complicated aspect of divination is undoubtedly star divination, which is also deeply involved in astronomy.

He shook his head, his face suddenly stunned, and then he showed a smile that seemed to have succeeded.

"found it!"

...

Hans felt as if his heart was about to beat out of his chest.

He held the little Barty who seemed to be in a coma tightly in his arms, suppressing the discomfort caused by using the body to apparate in an emergency. His face and entire upper body were covered in blood.

But he didn't dare to complain, or even curse out his pain.

In the room where Hans Apparition landed, there were countless people wearing black robes and masks standing in the shadows in the corners. When he landed, there were countless pairs of eyes staring at them.

He was still vomiting blood from his mouth, but he still fell to the ground. While putting down Little Barty, he knelt down on the ground facing the sofa chair with his back to them.

"Owner!"

Risking death to rescue little Barty, of course, is not because of the deep friendship between Hans and him, but purely because if he doesn't do this, he will be the only one left to come back to life, and the final result will be lost. It's just a word for death.

Only by rescuing little Barty can we atone for our sins.

Standing next to the sofa chair, a short, fat, mouse-like wizard carefully turned the sofa chair to the front.

And in the entire room, no one of these villains who once showed off their power in the magic world dared to raise their heads and look directly at the being sitting on the chair who was now in a state of neither human nor ghost.

Hans did not dare to raise his head. He pressed his bloody forehead to the ground and recounted what happened in a hoarse voice.

"We had already connected with Crouch, but a professor named Sherlock Forrest in Hogwarts stopped us. The magic he used was very strange and very powerful. Charles and the others died. There, I finally managed to save Crouch."

The man on the sofa chair said in a cold and rare voice with a hint of gentleness.

"Little Barty, we meet again, why don't you dare to look up at your master?"

Little Barty was lying on the ground in silence. People in the room were still surprised at his boldness at first, but they soon realized something was wrong.

Where little Barty was lying, scarlet blood was constantly flowing out from under his body, and soon it gathered into a big pool!

"Wormtail!" The cold voice was so cold that it felt like falling into an ice cave. "Go and see him. What's wrong with him?"

With a pale face, Peter trotted to Little Barty's side, stretched out his hand to feel his breath, then his body trembled, and then he turned his whole body over and saw the bloody hole in the heart behind his back!

"He, he, he is dead! Master."

After Peter stammered these words, everyone present could not help but tremble.

Hans, who was kneeling on the ground, collapsed on the ground and just murmured in disbelief.

"Impossible, impossible..."

The man on the sofa did not respond at all. He was still staring at the body of little Barty!

Of course, he was not feeling sad about the death of his servant. Even the most loyal servant was just a useful tool to him and was not worth it. In this way, no one in the world was worthy of letting him show other emotions.

In this way, he looked at the body of little Barty. No one around him dared to make a sound, and even his breathing was as gentle as possible, not daring to disturb the devil's deep thoughts.

"What did you bring back!" He seemed to finally see something, his cold tone mixed with rage, "This corpse is connected to a pulling hand! Our position has been exposed!"

Suddenly, countless Death Eaters in the room were in an uproar!

"Burn Little Barty's body immediately! Take out the memory of this trash and kill him! Then transfer! Quick!"

"Yes! Master."

Peter ferociously raised the wand in his hand and pointed it at Hans, who was curled up on the ground and did not dare to resist, but could only keep begging.

"Legilimency!"

Soon after, the fire broke out and enveloped the entire small building, including the two bodies lying in the room.

...

Sherlock and Silk had just returned to the location of the two dead Death Eater bodies.

More than twenty Ministry of Magic employees surrounded him from all directions.

Apparently Sherlock's hundreds of explosive spells attracted their attention, and they were only late now.

"Sherlock!"

Many of the Ministry of Magic staff who came here were obviously familiar faces of Sherlock, such as Kingsley, Mr. Weasley, and several other familiar faces he had seen at the Phoenix Society gathering. They all shouted his name in surprise.

But some of them, even if they were of high status, were not the highest among those who came.

Barty Crouch, the director of the Department of International Magical Cooperation, was pale, and he seemed to be very nervous about something.

His performance was not outstanding among the Ministry of Magic staff, and most of the others also looked terribly bad.

The dark mark that just lit up in the sky made all the wizards who saw it think of something bad.

"Mr. Forrest, and the lady next to you, you'd better tell us what you have experienced!"

When Sherlock was working at the Auror Command, old Barty had not yet been transferred from the position of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, so of course he recognized him.

However, from the tone, it can be heard that Sherlock, a small staff member of the Auror Command, naturally would not have any friendship with the director of the first department, and the two were just limited to knowing each other.

Except for Mr. Weasley, Kingsley and several people who were old acquaintances of Sherlock, no one else put down their wands and still aimed straight at him.

The appearance of the Dark Mark made everyone present very nervous. They hoped to catch the person who released the mark immediately and force him to say that he used such a mark magic just to mess up the situation, not for any other reasons that people dared not think about.

Facing such a scene, Sherlock's face did not change at all. He squinted his eyes and turned his head to look at Old Barty.

"Do you really want me to tell you everything I found here? This has a lot to do with you, Director Crouch."

Old Barty's eyes were obviously flustered for a moment, but he still said it firmly.

"What does it have to do with me!"

Sherlock stared at him expressionlessly and said suddenly.

"Your son is dead."

Old Barty trembled all over, and his face twitched uncontrollably.

All the people around him who heard his words were puzzled.

Everyone present knew that Barty Sr.'s son, Barty Jr., had long died in Azkaban. Now Sherlock brought this up for no reason. What was the point of exposing someone's scars?

"Everyone... knows that my son had long died!"

Barty Sr. tried his best to suppress his voice. Others did not notice it, but Sherlock clearly heard his trembling voice.

He smiled lightly and did not say anything more about Barty Jr., but said.

"While watching the Quidditch World Cup final, I noticed a few strange people on the viewing platform."

When Sherlock said this, he could clearly feel that Barty Sr.'s muscles were tensed up under his control of magic perception.

"I have been secretly following them since I came out of the stadium, and finally came here. When the riots happened, these people also found me and attacked me. I killed two of them to protect myself, and let the remaining two escape."

He recounted the whole process truthfully, but did not mention Barty Jr. again.

The staff of the Ministry of Magic looked at each other. Of course, they would not let Sherlock and Silk leave directly. They would take them to the Ministry of Magic to take notes.

Kingsley accompanied Sherlock and the others to the magic room, while old Crouch stayed at the scene with the others.

He walked tremblingly to the two bodies that were riddled with holes and horrible to look at, and there was an Auror beside him who was taking notes seriously.

"Preliminary analysis shows that the fatal spell is Transfiguration, which first trapped and then transformed into a sharp weapon to pierce the person. These potholes at the scene are the effects of the explosion spell. It is estimated that the power is very great. At least twenty wizards worked together to create the effect."

Old Barty did not listen to what he said. He just gritted his teeth and waved the wand in his hand, and used magic to remove the masks on the faces of the two dead bodies.

Those were two bloodless faces, both of which were from the famous pure-blood families in the British magic world, but they did not have that familiar face.

Old Barty let out a long sigh of relief, and his expression returned to calm. I don't know what he was thinking in his gloomy eyes.

At this time, Sherlock was certainly not embarrassed in the Auror Command Center. The person who took his notes and asked about the relevant details was Kingsley.

It was just a simple record, and the incident was defined as Sherlock's reasonable self-defense counterattack.

Sherlock did not tell him anything about young Barty, and Silk also kept silent about the matter.