Just a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

When Sherlock returned to the castle, in the auditorium, Flitwick had already begun to prepare the decorations for today's opening dinner.

He put his things back in the office and used spells to help Flitwick with a few small favors. Just when he was about to leave the auditorium and walk around the castle, he met Professor McGonagall in the foyer.

"I heard about what happened at the World Cup Sherlock."

As soon as they met, Professor McGonagall looked at him with worry.

"And the day after the accident, that promise was..."

Sherlock looked at her with a smile.

"Yes, Professor, Professor Dumbledore told me everything about my mother."

Professor McGonagall took a deep breath, and her eyes were slightly red. This usually very strict and seemingly inhumane Head of Gryffindor was actually a very emotional person.

"You know it once you know it, and you don't have to put too much pressure on yourself. Although Sally is gone, she actually never wanted you to be exposed to this. I don't know if Albus is right or wrong in letting you know, but you Don't take everything as your own responsibility, your mother has already done enough at that time, and you shouldn't be asked to take on anything more."

Sherlock spread his arms, hugged the stern but gentle old woman with a smile, and comforted her.

"Don't worry, Professor. You know, I've been smart since I was a child. I know what to do and when to do it."

Professor McGonagall sniffed and looked at Sherlock with relief.

"I'm so happy for her Sally, you're great Sherlock."

"It would be better for you to be stricter with me, Professor. If you praise me any more, I will become proud."

Sherlock and Professor McGonagall chatted in the foyer for a while and then separated. She also had to prepare the list of new students and arrange the class schedule for this semester. The first day of school every year was the busiest for her and Flitwick.

After leaving the auditorium, Sherlock first went to Snape's office on the basement floor.

As expected, Snape, who dressed like an old bat spirit and had similar living habits, stayed in his office all the way back to the castle.

"Long time no see, Uncle Prince."

As soon as Sherlock met him, he greeted him with a playful smile. Snape still looked cold. He just raised his head and glanced at him, and then focused all his attention on the potion formula in his hand.

Sherlock didn't care about the hot face but the cold butt. If Snape suddenly greeted him with a smile today, then he would have pulled out his wand and asked what kind of monster had fallen in love with this old bat spirit.

"What are you doing with me?"

Sherlock didn't notice at all, playing with the bottles and jars he put on the shelf, looking at a bottle of golden potion that looked like a blessing elixir, and said.

"You won't forget, right? During this holiday, I can write you a letter and ask you to help refine some polyjuice potion. I paid the deposit."

Snape still had that paralyzed face.

"I didn't reply and promised to help you. Also, if you don't want to have any mental problems, don't mess around with that bottle of crazy potion."

As soon as he said the name of the bottle of potion, Sherlock quickly put it back.

Crazy potion is a potion that is very similar to the elixir, but after drinking it, not only will it not bring good luck to people, but it will also cause temporary mental disorder. Many dark wizards like this torturing thing.

He sat across from Snape, blinked, and held out his hand.

"Take it out quickly, don't waste time, such a big man still acts like a child."

Snape's expression became even worse. He glared at Sherlock coldly, and finally took out a bag from his drawer and handed it to him reluctantly.

Sherlock cursed "arrogant" in his mind, and then snatched the bag away.

He lowered his head to confirm the amount of polyjuice potion in the bag, and finally nodded with satisfaction and put it away.

Of course, there is no need to inspect the goods. Death Aojiao is still very reassuring when it comes to potions.

Just when Sherlock got the things and was about to leave, Snape suddenly asked.

"You know those things?"

His question was vague, but Sherlock could naturally understand what he was asking.

"Not only did I know about it, but I also fought with those people. You should also know what happened during the World Cup."

Snape's eyes continued to stay on the potion formula, but his eyes became obviously absent-minded.

"You killed two people?"

The smile on Sherlock's face faded, and he stared at Snape solemnly.

"Don't say such self-deceiving words. Those are two Death Eaters. He has already begun to gather his men. This means that there is not much time left for the day you have been waiting for."

Snape fell silent, and it was a long while before he spoke again.

"Is it possible for Lily to be resurrected?"

"As I said, I don't know about this issue either. But since she was awakened by Harry, you haven't said a word to him yet, have you?"

Snape shook his head.

"I can't change my attitude towards Harry. The less time I have, the less I can reveal any flaws at this last moment."

Sherlock heard what he meant.

"So why don't you just stop seeing her? Are you afraid that if you meet her, you will be soft on Harry in the future? What if you keep missing her like this, and you won't have a chance in the future?"

Snape silently clenched his fists.

"She'll know, she just needs to know."

Sherlock looked at Snape with a complicated look, which contained admiration, pity, and pity. Finally, he sighed and turned around to leave Snape's office.

As soon as he walked back to the first floor along the stairs from the underground, he met an unexpected person near the auditorium.

"Haha, it's such a coincidence that we met, Sherlock."

Sherlock also looked at Moody in surprise, but soon remembered that when he met Kingsley in Diagon Alley, he told himself that this semester the Triwizard Tournament would be held in the castle. , Dumbledore specifically invited retired Moody to the castle.

Although Sherlock didn't understand why Moody was invited to hold the Triwizard Tournament, it was still pleasant to meet an acquaintance.

Moody's temper has always been known as eccentric in the Auror Command, but he is also a trustworthy and excellent Auror.

he said with a smile.

"It is indeed a coincidence, Senior Moody. I heard Kingsley say you would come to Hogwarts before, but I didn't expect to meet you here today."

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