Just a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

Heike has always been a good old man.

He is also the most mute person in the German Ministry of Magic.

He never behaved like other colleagues.

He also has good friendships with colleagues other than the Department of Mysteries.

He likes to make friends, like having a drink or two in a pub with anyone.

But Haike has also remained silent about his work in the Department of Mysteries.

The friends he spends time with are also sensible and never ask this question which is bound to get no answer and be embarrassing.

Silent people's working hours have never been fixed, which is obviously an unconventional workplace in the German magic world that pays attention to rules, is old-fashioned and serious.

But after all, the special nature of the Department of Mysteries lies here.

Every wizard who is called a silent person studies the strangest and most mysterious things in the magical world. What is unreasonable becomes common sense.

One o'clock in the morning is the time when Heike goes to work.

He is different from his predecessor in the current position, the blindfolded little girl who can stay in the Department of Mysteries at all times.

He has a family of his own, so he always comes to work on time. He is never late for work, and he stays in the Department of Mysteries for an extra half minute after get off work.

Heike walked into the tower-like Department of Mysteries of the German Ministry of Magic. Their offices were separate from the regular departments of the Ministry of Magic.

The solitary tower was like an abrupt pillar, but it was never discovered by Muggles.

He walked up the spiral staircase in the tower. During this period, every colleague he met would stop and say hello to him, and he responded calmly.

He didn't stop until he reached the 13th floor, a deliberately planned floor.

The originally soft and calm eyes suddenly became a little cold and gloomy, as if he was a completely different person.

The tower didn't look big from the outside, but the space inside was much larger. He walked deeper into the thirteenth floor, and finally came to a room filled with white light.

This entire floor is Heike's office, but he is actually responsible for only one thing.

On the other side of this room, which is always bright as day, there is a separate space separated by glass, or it can also be said to be a cell.

There were no vicious prisoners in that cell. It was empty, except for a scarecrow wearing a tattered robe, holding an old kerosene lamp in one hand and a rusty scythe in the other.

The straw man looks very ordinary from the outside, like a poor quality product made by a farmer temporarily, but every time Heike saw it in the past, he would always feel cold all over.

But this time, he did not choose to avoid his gaze. Instead, he used his numb and empty eyes to stare at the sunken place where the eyes should be.

"Fei, I know you are very unwilling."

Completely different from Heike's normal tone, a cold and ruthless voice sounded in the room.

"That person broke your hope of returning to the best of times. You want to seek revenge from him and want to escape again."

"At this point, we have the same purpose. Therefore, my master wants to make a deal with you."

"Haike" bent down and gently placed a gray crown stained with maroon blood on the ground.

"We can help you erase the last bit of your shortcomings, but before killing that person, you have to take him to see my master."

After his words fell, the room became quiet again.

The straw man imprisoned in the glass dome remained motionless, except that it looked more terrifying, as if it were no different from the decorations in the fields used to repel harmful birds.

"Haike" finished what he needed to say, and after putting down the crown, he did not stay in the room any longer and turned around to leave.

After he went out, the white lights all over the room suddenly went out!

There was still silence in the dark space at first, but not long after, a "crunching" sound, like wood being rubbed, suddenly sounded.

Two scarlet lights slowly lit up in the darkness, and a hoarse, roaring voice echoed in the dead silence.

"Feed-Tik-! The most evil--not to be forgiven--!"

...

Hermione was looking forward to the Arithmancy class in the new semester.

Ever since she took Trelawney's divination class, which was full of mist and misunderstandings, and all predictions were curses, she became more and more fond of the arithmetic divination class that involved rational thinking.

Especially this semester's class was still taught by Hilke. Although she didn't have much contact with Hilke, she only met him once and didn't even exchange a few words with him.

But she felt that if she could get along with someone as knowledgeable as Sherlock, sister Hilke's teaching level would not be much worse.

The result was exactly as she guessed.

Hilke has made enough preparations for the class. If her previous indifferent personality is used, she is actually not very suitable to be a teacher because she basically has no communication with students.

But after "reuniting" with Sherlock, she changed a lot and became more and more like a normal girl.

In terms of theoretical knowledge and practice, Hilke, who has lived in the German Department of Mysteries for more than ten years, can crush most academic fortune tellers. In addition, there are occasional interactions in her class, so the first section The class was very successful.

The few little wizards who took the Arithmetic Divination class in the fourth grade all made it clear that they liked this class.

At the same time in class, the attentive Hermione noticed the bottle of Felixir around Silk's neck with her sharp eyes. She had seen this thing on Sherlock before.

It was easy for her to guess that it was given to her by Professor Forrest.

As soon as get out of class was over, Hermione found Harry and Ron who were coming out of the Divination classroom with sad faces.

It was obvious that they were not very happy in this class.

"Sister Hilke's class is great, more interesting than the one taught by Professor Victor before."

Hearing Hermione's show off, Harry and Ron's faces became even longer. Before they could speak, a heavy snort came from them.

Wearing glasses and a thin figure, Professor Trelawney passed by them with a stern face. She had always been at odds with Hermione, so naturally she would not be happy to hear her say such things.

After she walked far enough, Ron whispered.

"She made us draw astrology charts for one lesson and guessed Harry's birth time wrong, which was a terrible lesson."