Just a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

Although Sherlock didn't mention little Barty's question, he told Kingsley about the pulling hand.

"I connected the traction hand to one of the escaped wizards, but the location was only displayed for a moment before the connection was disconnected. Someone among them must have discovered the problem. The last location was in the northernmost part of Derby County. It’s a small town, you can send people to investigate now, but there is a high probability that nothing will be found.”

Kingsley was naturally very concerned about Sherlock's words. He immediately went out and ordered two Aurors who could apparate directly to Derby County to investigate the situation, and then returned to the interrogation room.

"Where did you get that pulling hand thing?" he asked with a frown.

Sherlock didn't tell the truth and just made an excuse.

"I bought it from an unknown wizard in Knockturn Alley. You have to hide this from me. I don't want to be accused of reselling dark magic items."

Kingsley nodded.

"It doesn't matter if you are discovered. You are doing serious work for the Ministry of Magic by using dark magic items. No one will hold you accountable."

"After all, he is a civil servant, so his words are different."

Afterwards, Kingsley simply made a few notes for them, and after applying to the higher authorities, Sherlock and Silk were released from the Ministry of Magic.

Coming out of the Ministry of Magic, Sherlock's originally relaxed face slowly turned gloomy.

Silk noticed the change.

"What happened?"

Sherlock frowned.

"The reason why the Traction Hand is listed as a black magic item is not only because the materials it makes require human hands, but also the traction magic attached to this thing is almost impossible to be discovered. But now that the connection is broken, it means that someone discovered Little Barty at a glance. Problems with the body.”

"Having such eyesight means that he has recovered part of his strength." He murmured to himself.

Then he turned to look at Silk.

"Please help me go to the Weasley's house to check that I'm okay, and that I'm fine. I'm going to Hogwarts now."

Silk nodded and used Apparition to leave.

Sherlock didn't stay there too long after she left. He came directly to Hogsmeade and returned to Hogwarts Castle along Hogsmeade.

There was still a week before school started, and the castle was very deserted. He went up the stairs and came directly to the stone monster on the third floor.

"Is Professor Dumbledore in the office now?"

The stone monster did not make a sound, but remained silent for a moment, as if asking someone in the office.

Within a few seconds, it jumped to the side, revealing a path for Sherlock to move forward.

Sherlock walked along the spiral staircase to the end, reached the eighth floor and opened the door to Dumbledore's office.

Dumbledore was holding a letter at this time, looking at the contents of the letter with a serious expression. Only after Sherlock came in did his face relax.

"Hey, I just got the news that there was an accident at the Quidditch World Cup. I was wondering if you would come to me today, but now you are here."

Sherlock was not as relaxed as he showed. He calmed down the expression on his face so that no one could see what he was thinking at the moment, and sat opposite Dumbledore.

"I saw Barty Crouch Jr. in the audience."

Sherlock's words made Dumbledore's face become solemn. He put down the letter in his hand and motioned for Sherlock to continue.

"You should know that I mastered a strange magic from the things my mother left behind. I used this magic to find Barty Crouch Jr. wearing an invisibility cloak next to him in the audience of the finals. And Winky, the Crouch house elf, is accompanying him."

They are all smart people, so there is no need for extra explanation. Just by emphasizing this matter, Dumbledore can hear the problem.

"Barty knew that his son was still alive and had been hiding him." Dumbledore said solemnly.

"And little Barty's condition is very wrong. He seems to be controlled by Old Barty, and the house elf has been watching him beside him."

"When I went back in time, I had a grudge with him, and I always felt that it was not easy for him to come to watch the World Cup final. I followed him after the game."

"The timing of that chaos was very clever. Someone was helping Barty Jr. create a chance to escape. He finally succeeded. He used a dark mark in the sky and fought with three masked people."

Dumbledore spoke softly.

"Death Eaters."

"Yes, Death Eaters. They all have tattoos of the Dark Lord's mark on their bodies. Plus those masks. They are the Death Eaters who disappeared without being liquidated by the Ministry of Magic after the Dark Lord disappeared."

"They wanted to leave with little Barty, and I stopped them, and then little Barty recognized me and said my mother's name."

When Sherlock said this, he kept staring into Dumbledore's eyes. He paused for a moment when he said this.

"He told me some unknown things that you have been unwilling to tell me."

Dumbledore's eyes were deep, and he seemed to be deliberately avoiding Sherlock's eyes, tapping the table of his desk lightly with his fingers.

"He wants to piss you off."

"I don't deny this." Sherlock said calmly, "And he succeeded in doing it. I was indeed very angry. I was so angry that I even planned to use the Death Curse and took action."

Dumbledore suddenly frowned.

"You killed them with the Death Curse?"

Sherlock took a deep breath.

"Maybe it's because I used the Death Curse for the first time. The Death Curse I used didn't have the effect of directly killing people. They just kept bleeding and didn't die. When they wanted to escape, I used the Transformation Technique. Killed two."

Hearing what he said, Dumbledore's brows widened. He looked at Sherlock with complicated eyes, but his biggest emotion was relief.

"Dark magic, especially the three Unforgivable Curses, requires the user to have infinite malice in order to use it successfully. Compared with the other two spells, the Death Curse is even more so. I am very happy that although you are excited by him, you still feel in your heart Very angry but still didn't use the spell Sherlock."

"What will happen if I use it?" Sherlock asked flatly.

"Nothing will happen. Black magic is very dangerous, but its erosion of people's minds cannot be achieved instantly." Dumbledore's voice was calm but extremely solemn. "Many wizards, after using the Death Curse for the first time, They will all be immersed in the pleasure of being able to take away the lives of others at will, and they will start to use the life-killing curse unscrupulously. It is at this time that black magic erodes their minds. "

Sherlock understood what Dumbledore meant, but he thought of more.

When he used hundreds of wands to use the Patronus Charm, the excessive positive emotions directly infected him and affected his thinking.

If he were to actually use the hundreds of Death Spells tonight, what would the negative emotions that would come back to him be like?

He didn't think about it deeply, but he was alert and tried not to use multiple wands to cast spells such as the Unforgivable Curse in the future.

"I want to know if what he said is true?" Sherlock stared into Dumbledore's eyes and calmly asked the purpose of his trip.

"Caught by Voldemort, tortured into madness, and then released."

Dumbledore was silent.

He and Sherlock looked at each other and remained silent for a long time.

After three minutes, he sighed and stood up from his chair, pacing around the office, obviously hesitating.

"Did you kill little Barty later?" He asked an irrelevant question.

"Kill him, but I let one person go." Sherlock didn't hide anything. "The Death Eater took little Barty's body away. I want to use his body to find the Dark Lord's current hiding place. But just after getting a position, the magic I set on little Barty was discovered. "

Dumbledore didn't seem too surprised by this result.

If Voldemort really had such a good plan, he wouldn't have such a big influence in the wizarding world.

"Did the Death Eater who escaped recognize you?"

"He called me out."

Sherlock's words seemed to make Dumbledore completely determined. He turned and walked towards the wall covered with portraits of previous principals, and found a portrait of an older and kindly witch.

"Daisy, give me that contract."

The kind witch seemed to have taken something out of the pocket of her robe in the portrait, and then handed it to Dumbledore through the frame of the portrait.

The old piece of parchment magically slipped out of the frame, and Dumbledore reached out and took it in his hand.

Sherlock had been paying attention to Dumbledore's movements. He saw a dozen densely packed names on it, some of which had turned gray-white, and some were still the color of dark green ink.

After Dumbledore got the contract, he had no intention of showing it to Sherlock. Instead, he directly waved to Fawkes, the phoenix perched on a golden branch behind the door, and handed the parchment to its sharp beak.

"Excuse me, Fawkes," Dumbledore said softly.

Fox chirped, as if giving some response. He returned to the golden branch with the parchment in his mouth, flapped his wings twice, and then a golden-red fire suddenly appeared on his body!

A painful bird call sounded.

The flame instantly swallowed Fox's whole body and the parchment!

"That contract can only be destroyed by the flames generated when the phoenix reaches nirvana. Although Fox has not yet reached the time, we can only trouble Fox to advance his nirvana."

Dumbledore looked at Fawkes, who had turned into a fireball, and explained softly to Sherlock.