Just a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

Hilke has been taking care of Fiddlesticks for nearly ten years. Even in the German Ministry of Magic, you may not be able to find a wizard who understands the habits of this straw man better than she does.

"Nightmares are a way for it to restore its power. It is most suitable for use in crowded situations. This behavior will not have any direct impact on people, but it will subtly suck people's energy and cause problems over time. "

Professor McGonagall frowned.

"It is now hidden in Hogwarts. Is there any way to find it?"

Silk said seriously.

"This is one of its purposes. To use such means to restore its own strength is second to none. What it hopes most is that we will take the initiative to find it. Only in an environment suitable for it can its full capabilities be brought into play, with the power of revenge. Opportunity. In this case, he will definitely not hide in a place where we can’t find him, or he will reveal his clues and let us know.”

Her words made all the professors in the lounge fall into deep thought.

Sherlock soon looked up at Professor McGonagall and asked.

"It was Harry and the other three who had the nightmare first?"

"Yes, on Friday night, Harry, Ron and Hermione all had this nightmare together. They didn't pay much attention to it at first, until the same thing happened to the dormitories where the three of them were staying the next night. problem, Harry and the others found me.”

"Then call Harry and the others over first. As the source of infection, they may have come into contact with things related to straw men."

Soon, with the help of the portrait in the lounge, Harry and his three people, who had just come out of the auditorium after lunch, were called to the lounge.

Facing a group of professors here, they were obviously a little nervous.

Sprout comforted them with a few words of kindness, and Flitwick was afraid that they might not have enough for lunch, so he gave each of them a small cream cake.

The person responsible for asking them questions this time was naturally Sherlock. He did not show a harsh and serious expression, and asked them just like an ordinary question and answer in class.

"Did you encounter anything strange on Friday? Or see anything strange?"

The three of them looked at each other, and finally it was Harry who answered.

"When we finished the potions class and were about to go upstairs from the corner of the stairs, I felt like something was staring at us in the empty classroom next to us, but when we entered, we found nothing inside. That day After having nightmares at night, we also suspected that there was something wrong with this place, so we checked again, but we still found nothing. "

Sherlock keenly felt that this clue was important, and he asked again emphatically.

"Are you sure there's nothing in that classroom?"

Harry thought for a moment, then suddenly seemed to remember something and said.

"On the desk in the middle of the classroom! We found a straw. Ron, Hermione and I both thought it might have been blown in from the outside, so we didn't care and threw it away."

The atmosphere in the common room suddenly became quiet. Not only Sherlock sensed a problem, but other professors also sensed that something was definitely wrong with the straw in Harry's mouth.

"Where did you throw it?"

Harry remembered this very clearly.

"It's in the trash can in that empty classroom!"

Sherlock stood up from his chair, nodded to Professor McGonagall, and patted Harry on the shoulder.

"You did a great job by reporting this matter to the professor in time, Harry. If you had wanted to hide it and try to solve it on your own before telling it two days later, the consequences would have been very troublesome."

Harry was very embarrassed about Sherlock's compliments. He always felt that such compliments were actually scolding him for being a reckless man before.

Although it is indeed very reckless.

After learning the specific location of the classroom, Harry and the three of them were released. They had classes in the afternoon, and there was nothing they could do to help.

The only people who went to the classroom to investigate were Sherlock, Silk and Professor McGonagall. The other professors also had classes in the afternoon. Although the Gryffindor students did not sleep well last night, Hogwarts It’s not to the point of directly suspending classes.

The classroom that Harry and the others were talking about was not difficult to find. It was right next to the stairs on the basement level of the castle.

This is a Charms classroom that has been abandoned for a long time. It seems that no students or teachers have taught in it for decades. Even Professor McGonagall has no impression of this classroom.

They pushed the door open and walked in, first checking the entire classroom. Silk, who was blindfolded, was the one who could see the most clearly.

"It's been here, and it's been here for a while."

Except that Hilke could rely on her strange sense to detect that it had been here, neither Sherlock nor Professor McGonagall found anything else.

However, they soon found the trash can in this classroom, but it did not contain the straw that Harry said he had thrown here.

"The house elves clean the commonly used classrooms every evening. Empty classrooms are cleaned once a week. It is very likely that this classroom has already been cleaned by them."

Professor McGonagall looked at the empty trash can and said thoughtfully.

They did not stop in the empty classroom, but went directly to the kitchen of Hogwarts, which is also the base camp of the house elves.

The entrance to the kitchen is located in the corridor where the entrance to the Hufflepuff lounge is. Just scratch the pear on the fruit mural hanging on the corridor wall, and a door handle will appear, and the kitchen door can be opened. .

There are many house elves who are responsible for the food and hygiene of the entire Hogwarts and provide services to the castle. There seem to be hundreds of them coming and going in the kitchen as big as the auditorium.

Seeing Professor McGonagall walking in with Sherlock and Silk, all the house elves stopped what they were doing. Everyone timidly grabbed the rags around themselves and opened their eyes. Looking at them with big eyes that were not cute at all.

A house elf came out to receive them.

"Excuse me, is there anything you want us to do in the kitchen? Professor McGonagall."

Professor McGonagall looked at the house elf who was just like other house elves, and could not even tell his gender, and called out his name easily.

"Abby, I want to know who is responsible for cleaning the classrooms on the basement floor during this time?"

After she asked her question, almost all the house elves turned their eyes in one direction.

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