Just a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

Sherlock rushed out of the Room of Requirement like a cannonball that was shot away!

Then he bumped into a soft body, and they both fell to the ground.

Sherlock and Silke, who were lying on the ground, looked at each other, and soon he stood up with excitement on his face.

"Successful sneak attack!"

Then as soon as the thought occurred, under the influence of the control magic, the door of the Room of Requirement was slammed shut.

Silk sat on the ground and looked at Sherlock expressionlessly, who was happier than taking stimulants at the moment, and he could clearly see the source of his abnormal state.

Sherlock only had too many positive emotions, but did not lose his reason. He stretched out his hand towards Silk with a cheerful face and said cheerfully.

"Sure enough, there was something wrong with it. My patronus spell had basically no effect on it. But fortunately, in the end, it wanted to kill me so much that I took advantage of it. This time it probably broke up its real entity!"

Silk smoothed his silver-gray hair from his forehead, stretched out his hand to hold Sherlock's, and stood up from the ground.

"That can't be its own power. If that's the case, it would be invincible."

"Of course not." Sherlock said briskly, "It used an alchemy tool, which is very evil. The power can neutralize the patron saint. It was probably given to it by the group that released it."

Hilke did not let go of Sherlock's hand, and at the same time grabbed his arm, stopping his urge to dance on the spot.

There were three or four small silver crows flying around him. Sherlock did not choose to cancel all the remaining Patronus Charms, but left one of them standing on the tapestry opposite the Room of Requirement. Go up and keep an eye on this place.

"I'll take you to Madam Pomfrey first." Silk supported his arm. "You can't continue in this state forever. It will have a great impact on your spellcasting and mental state."

Sherlock raised his other hand high and snapped his fingers.

"What you said is very good, so let's head towards the infirmary now! By the way, if you don't mind, can we dance all the way there?"

"I mind very much." Silk calmly grabbed Sherlock and led him towards the infirmary, "And in order to prevent you from losing your dignity in the castle after today, I will not let you do such a thing. Stupid thing."

"It's so heartless." Sherlock pretended to have a pitiful look on his face, but he still couldn't pull off his springy smile. "Today's weather is so nice! Oh! This is such a wonderful day."

Silk glanced at him sideways. If he hadn't known that he was in such an abnormal state, that strange talent would have failed, otherwise he would have blocked his mouth no matter what he said.

As for why he didn't use the coma spell at the beginning like last time, it was because Sherlock still maintained the patronus he placed in front of the Room of Requirement. If he was comatose, the spell would be ineffective.

They had just reached the stairs on the eighth floor, and it happened that it was time for the students to finish class.

The little wizards who had finished their first class in the afternoon walked out of the classroom one by one. Harry, Ron and Hermione happened to meet Sherlock as they walked out of the Charms classroom.

Everyone could tell that something was wrong with Sherlock in this state, Harry asked with a surprised look on his face.

"Professor Forrester what's going on?"

Before Silk could speak, Sherlock laughed and said.

"Hahaha! Thank you for your concern Harry! But your eyesight is really not very good. I am doing very well now! I am healthy, in a wonderful mood, and very happy!"

Sensing that he was getting sick again, Silk's eyes hidden under the black ribbon subconsciously rolled his eyes, and then without saying a word, he dragged him to go downstairs.

But Sherlock obviously hadn't chatted enough with Harry and the others. While his body accommodated Hilke to follow her downstairs, he turned back and said loudly with a smile.

"I'm very happy Harry, and I wish you happiness too! Happiness for the rest of your life! Oh! And you, Hermione and Ron, you will also be happy for the rest of your life!"

After hearing his words, Harry, Ron, and Hermione froze in place as if they had turned into stone statues.

It was only when Silk and Sherlock had gone down the stairs and disappeared that the three of them came back to their senses.

Harry's face was pale and his expression was dull; Ron was stunned, his eyes seemed to pop out of his sockets; Hermione's body was shaking as if she was shaking, looking like she wanted to cry but couldn't.

"No...impossible...the professor's words just now must not come from his heart! Right!" Harry said tremblingly.

Ron swallowed and stammered.

"Yes, yes...Professor, he definitely doesn't mean it from his heart...certainly not..."

Hermione's face was ashen and she said in an almost desperate voice.

"Don't kid yourself. That look on Professor Forrester's face just now made it seem like he was saying something different than what he meant!"

Harry and Ron, who had originally wanted to cover themselves up with lies, suddenly felt like deflated balloons, their bodies completely softened.

The three of them squatted in the corner of the stairs, attracting curious glances from countless students walking around. Ron asked in a voice that was about to cry.

"Then what should we do next? Are we going to live in pain and despair for the rest of our lives?"

Harry also pulled his hair and murmured in a soulless voice.

"Should we prepare our last words beforehand? I still have a lot to say to Sirius."

Among the three, Hermione was the only one who quickly became determined!

"We can't just sit back and let our future fall into pain and despair! We must save ourselves!"

"How to save yourself? Go to Professor Dumbledore and tell him that we have been cursed by Professor Forrester?" Ron still looked desperate.

Hermione said seriously.

"We want Professor Forrester to say to us sincerely again, "Harry, Ron, and Hermione, you three are finished. You are destined to live in pain for the rest of your life. "In this case, the curse can be canceled!"

The expression on Harry's face did not improve at all, and he said painfully.

"But how can we let the professor say such heartfelt words? I have never seen the professor say such heartless words to anyone."

Hermione clenched her fists.

"We have to create a way even if there is no way! We must try. Giving up will not change anything. Trying will still give you a chance to change!"