Just a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

It was an elf who didn't look timid at all. He straightened his back and looked at Sherlock and the three of them.

The elf named Abby looked at him with disgust, as if she was looking at an alien.

Not only him, but all the other elves also looked like this, as if this elf was not their companion.

"It's Dobby, Professor. Did he not clean enough, or did he break something? If so, please punish him. He is so shameless. When he came to work at Hogwarts, he actually asked Dumbledore Professor Lido wants a salary! Fortunately, Professor Dumbledore is a kind man and is willing to pay him, but this still embarrasses the elf!”

Abby's tone of voice clearly expressed her distaste for Dobby.

But Dobby didn't care at all. Under the ostracizing gazes of the crowd, he stood with his chest raised and his head raised, as if he didn't feel the slightest bit ashamed, but rather very proud.

Professor McGonagall was not here to solve the internal problems of the elves. She sent away Abby and the other house elves, leaving only Dobby alone.

"If Dobby doesn't do his job well, you can withhold Dobby's pay, but you can't punish Dobby! Because Dobby is a free house elf!"

Dobby was indeed different from other house elves, and it was obvious from his words and actions.

But Sherlock didn't have time to study the psychological changes of house elves at this time, so he asked directly.

"You did your job very well and there were no problems. We just came to you to find out whether you found a straw in the trash can of an empty classroom when you were cleaning the classrooms on the ground floor in the past two days. ?”

Dobby immediately thought of what Sherlock said.

"Yes, Dobby found a straw. It was something that the great Harry Potter threw into the trash can. Dobby treasured it!"

Hearing what he said, Sherlock and Professor McGonagall looked at each other, and both saw a look of surprise in each other's eyes.

It was best that Dobby didn't clean up the straw directly, which saved them a lot of trouble.

"Can you give us that straw? Dobby. Something bad is happening in Hogwarts now because of this straw, and we need to use it to find clues."

Professor McGonagall did not forcefully ask for things from Dobby. Dobby was also very reasonable and said he was happy to help the professors in the school.

He took Sherlock and the three of them to the place where he lived, and took out a rag package. After opening it, there were some tattered gadgets inside.

Sherlock saw several pieces of parchment with Harry's name on it. He guessed that these were things that Dobby had picked up and that Harry had thrown away.

The house elf was clearly a huge fan of Harry's.

And among the pile of miscellaneous things, they also discovered the withered yellow straw at a glance.

From the outside, it looked like there was nothing special about it, but Sherlock, who had already dealt with the straw man once, did not relax his vigilance about this straw.

After taking the straw away from Dobby and making sure that the straw itself had no special spell, Professor McGonagall studied it with a serious expression for a long time in the vice-principal's office.

"So how are we going to find that dark creature with this thing?"

Sherlock had nothing to do about this. They could only look at Hilke. After all, she was the real expert in understanding the situation of the straw man and finding things.

Silk did not disappoint their expectations. He took the straw from Professor McGonagall and said calmly.

"I need time."

Professor McGonagall frowned.

"how long?"

"If its original intention is for us to find it, the results can be obtained as soon as tomorrow. But if it wants to hide all the time and cause trouble to Hogwarts, it will take at least three days."

It had only been three days since Harry and the others came into contact with this thing and it had already spread throughout Gryffindor House. If they had to wait another three days, they couldn't guess what it would be like, and they didn't want to know.

"Just try your best first. If the results don't come out tomorrow, we'll think of other ways." Professor McGonagall could only say this.

Because the Triwizard Tournament was about to start, Dumbledore was very busy during this period, and he didn't have much time to return to the castle until the official start of the tournament at the end of October.

Therefore, all major decisions in the school now have to be made by Professor McGonagall, who is the vice-principal.

Things haven't gotten serious yet. After all, the most exaggerated thing is that a whole college of students had a nightmare. No students have had any other problems because of it, so the atmosphere in the castle is not particularly tense.

Professor McGonagall also specifically ordered several of Harry's students who knew the inside story not to spread the news.

On the eve of an international competition, Hogwarts is being watched by many eyes from the wizarding world. Even if a bad rumor spreads, it will be fatal to the reputation of the entire school.

But tonight, things turned out exactly as the professors expected.

Around three o'clock in the morning the next day, all the little wizards in the four colleges of the castle were awakened by nightmares at the same time.

They all had the same dream, their families were being killed, and a strange figure with scarlet eyes was watching!

Now, even if Professor McGonagall was deliberately suppressing the news, the students all became panicked.

Early in the morning, the auditorium was full of people talking about nightmares, and now there were several "reliable" rumors circulating among the students.

Among them, the most accepted one is that this is the sequelae of the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets being opened. Although the Basilisk was killed, the curse of the founder spread completely.

The current nightmare of family members dying is actually testing which students are from Muggle families. Soon, these students will die suddenly collectively.

The rumors spread so much that Professor McGonagall had to stand up and explain to all the students before the end of breakfast that their nightmares had nothing to do with Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets.

Professors Forrest and Silk have figured out the cause of the students' nightmares, and soon the matter will be resolved and no one will be harmed.

Professor McGonagall's prestige in the school, second only to Dumbledore's, played a role. In addition, Sherlock had once killed the basilisk, which made the young wizards have confidence in him.

While Professor McGonagall was comforting the students in the auditorium, Sherlock was sitting next to Silk in Silk's office and heard her say that the divination was successful one night.

"Number eight, white, a hidden room."

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