Just a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

Harry and the others only had one Transfiguration class this morning, and after finishing it, they still had more than an hour before lunch.

Before that, they had already figured out Sherlock's current status, knowing that he had asked Moody to take over his duties and asked for leave to stay in his office.

The three of them calculated the time after class and walked towards Sherlock's office together.

Yes, Hermione had figured out a way to break his curse.

Since there is no way to get Sherlock to say the curse on the three of them under normal circumstances, then accept the positive blessing under extraordinary circumstances.

Summarizing their experience in testing Sherlock many times, of course they remember clearly that in one state, Sherlock's crow's beak will completely reverse its form and turn into a wishing machine that will change into whatever it says!

That was when he doubted whether he was a crow's mouth and put it to the test.

In this state, Shylock will become a true god who can do anything he says!

These are the results of experiments that Harry and his team took great risks to test.

And now is the time for them to use the results. As long as Sherlock says his blessing to them when Sherlock doubts himself, it can offset the previous curse and allow Harry and the three of them to return to normal in their future lives.

Even if you are a little greedy, you may have better luck in the future.

So after the three of them planned everything, after the Transfiguration class, they knocked on the door of Sherlock's office without hesitation.

"Who is it? Come in."

A weak, completely devoid of energy voice came from the office.

Harry, Ron and Hermione looked at each other and didn't notice anything too strange. They just felt that the professor might have been feeling unwell for the past two days, otherwise it would be impossible to ask Moody to take over the class.

The three of them opened the door and walked in together. As soon as they entered, they saw Sherlock lying on the sofa, his arms resting peacefully on his lower abdomen, looking at the ceiling in a daze.

Harry asked hesitantly as soon as he entered the door.

"Professor, I heard that you haven't been feeling well lately?"

Sherlock didn't even think about looking at them. Although his condition was much better today than yesterday, he was still depressed. He always felt that the whole world was gray and that everyone had no future. It would be better to die early and be born early. .

He heard Harry's voice, and combined with the footsteps that were obviously not the same person, he could guess the three people who came to the office even by guessing with his toes.

"I feel a little uncomfortable, but it's okay. I can't die anyway. Well, it doesn't matter even if I die. There is no difference between being dead and alive."

His depressing speech made Harry and the three of them swallow their saliva subconsciously. They felt that Professor Forrester was a little too depressed today.

But the plan was already prepared, and it had already arrived. They could only bite the bullet and continue to talk about what they had prepared in advance.

"Uh~ Such a professor." It was Hermione who still organized the words to speak, "We have been thinking about the crow's beak experiment we did with you last semester these days, and we always feel that just three things are not enough to prove it. We must be overthinking this matter, so..."

When she reached this point, she suddenly couldn't say anything anymore.

She hadn't thought about it when planning it before, but after she said it on the spot, Hermione always felt that this reason was too lame. After hearing this, Professor Forrester had to kick them out!

Obviously, Harry and Ron had also discovered this. They both pursed their white lips with despair on their faces, waiting for Sherlock to tell them to get out.

However, things went beyond all of their expectations.

Sherlock, who was lying on the sofa, was still so melancholy and lazy. He seemed to be struggling to sit up from the sofa, but he gave up the idea after just one try, and then said in a mournful tone.

"Ah, maybe what you said is right. I am a person who can easily bring bad luck to people around me."

When he said this, his tone became inexplicably lower, and he didn't know whether he was talking to Harry and the others or to himself.

"Sally's son is dead, Eddie is dead, Amy has been under the control of that unknown mother for more than ten years, Hogwarts is now in danger again, and the students don't know that someone will die later. ....."

Harry, Ron and Hermione were all stunned. They had never thought that Sherlock would say such frustrating and self-blaming words.

"Perhaps without my presence, none of this would have turned out like this. Haha, I'm trying my best to make up for my mistakes, but who knows that this kind of making up will be useful?"

He stared at the ceiling, and the depression seemed to have spread to the entire room, making Harry and the three of them uncontrollably infected. They felt that their chests were congested, as if they were holding back a breath but couldn't let it out.

"Perhaps the voices that Fiddlesticks made me hear were not wrong. Those are the future endings of the people I come into contact with. No one will have a good outcome, and no one can live in peace, because I am a The crow brings only disaster.”

Harry fell silent, while Hermione and Ron became more and more desperate.

The two of them clearly knew that Sherlock was in a state where he consciously felt like a crow's mouth, and whatever he said at this moment would become reality.

Then the last paragraph he said, "No one will have a good outcome, no one can live in peace" will become a real reality!

According to their assumptions, Sherlock would never say such a thing, but now he just said it!

And it’s still at this time!

This was exactly like the two people they met yesterday, Professor Forrester, who cheerfully wished them a happy life. This made Hermione and Ron feel despair.

Two layers of curses, doubled directly, their future is really gloomy, without any brilliance in sight.

But Harry's reaction was completely different from the two of them. He gritted his teeth and pursed his lips, clenched his fists tightly, and suddenly spoke loudly when the entire office was silent.

"It's not the professor you think!"

Ron and Hermione both looked at Harry in surprise, and even Sherlock, who was lying on the sofa without even moving a finger, turned his head and looked at him.

Harry looked very excited, his body was trembling slightly, his eyes were wide open, and he spoke loudly and seriously to Sherlock.

"I don't know what happened to the people you said died because of you! But Professor, you are definitely not a crow that can only bring disaster!"