Just a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

Today's dinner ended after Dumbledore announced all the rules.

After getting all the information about Sherlock's experience in the castle over the past year and his rumored girlfriend Silk from Harry.

Satisfied, Fleur followed the other Beauxbatons students and left the auditorium, returning to the huge carriage that brought them here.

Students from both schools will live in their vehicles during their stay at Hogwarts, which saves Hogwarts from having to prepare additional accommodation rooms for them.

After Fleur left, Ron returned to normal from the state where he was like a stick and couldn't say a word for a long time.

"Vela, she's a Veela!"

Hearing his excited voice, Hermione couldn't help but roll her eyes.

"You idiot! Harry told us a long time ago that this girl named Fleur is a mixed Veela, with only 1/4 Veela blood in her body."

"She's really charming, isn't she?" Ron said intoxicatedly.

Hermione sneered and held her head high.

"No matter how beautiful she is, it's none of your business. She already has someone she likes."

Ron immediately blushed.

"I just said she was good-looking, but I didn't say I liked her."

Then, he hesitated for a long time before asking.

"Did I just miss something? Did she say who she liked?"

Hermione snorted, squinting at him.

"Anyway, that person is not you. Why do you want to know so much?"

Harry did not interrupt their conversation.

He was also not interested in who Fleur liked, because he was staring at a Ravenclaw girl with dark hair and said with a silly smile.

"Actually, the girls from Hogwarts are pretty good too."

Hermione was dismissive of the two of them who seemed to be hiding, but in fact were already showing their teenage boyish mentality.

Instead, he turned around and walked towards the Gryffindor lounge in a happy mood with his important discovery tonight.

Also after the dinner, Sherlock and Silk returned to his office together.

They sat at the desk. With a solemn expression, Sherlock took out the four wooden boxes containing Fiddlesticks from his pocket.

"I have discovered that it has never stopped resisting since it was caught. Even if I can carry it with me, it is impossible to keep alert to it all the time. This is not the way."

Silk looked at the four wooden boxes on the desk, frowned slightly, and said in a cold voice.

"It will indeed continue to resist. In the Department of Mysteries of the German Ministry of Magic, there are dedicated personnel monitoring it 24 hours a day. This has been the case for the past few years."

Sherlock rubbed his forehead with a headache.

"What can we do? None of us can keep an eye on him all day long. Or do we have to return it to your old club in the end?"

Hilke looked at the wooden box and then at Sherlock, as if he had something to say, but he didn't care about anything.

Sherlock saw her confusion and helped pour him a cup of black tea, saying with a smile on his face.

"There is no need to hide anything between us. If you know something and want to say it, there is no need to be shy."

Silk stared at him in silence for a long time, and finally spoke slowly.

"Besides divination, my main function in the Department of Mysteries was to keep an eye on it. Before being given this job, I had the right to access all research information on Fiddlesticks."

"In some of the data, one of the Silent Men who had previously guarded and studied it had proposed the idea of ​​completely controlling Fiddlesticks, which could be controlled by wizards. His experimental target was selected by the German Ministry of Magic at the time. And a special task force was set up to conduct research.”

“Because Fiddlesticks’ ability is very strange, if the Ministry of Magic can completely control it, it will not only be as simple as having another thug, but also a new research direction in the entire field of mysterious magic. "

"With the support of the entire German Ministry of Magic, and the fact that the silent people who initially studied this aspect had a very clear purpose, they soon had corresponding results. After verifying countless possibilities, more than a dozen wizards were freed After devouring Detik as food, these people decided on the only feasible plan."

"Using its natural fear of the Patronus Curse, and then constantly using the Patronus Curse to continuously weaken its own power. Signing an unequal contract between a wizard's soul and Fiddlesticks' own soul is similar to Just like the contract that the wizard made to the house elf in the past, it can only surrender to the designated wizard forever and ever, and no thoughts of resistance can arise."

Hearing Silke's calm narration, Sherlock couldn't help but feel a shudder in his heart.

"Then what? Since Fiddlesticks was able to escape later, it means that their plan did not succeed."

Silk nodded and said.

"Theoretically possible, after all, it's only theoretical. Fiddlesticks, a naturally powerful black magic creature, is far from as simple as they imagined."

"When they started to actually put their theory into action, they discovered that no matter how much Fiddlesticks was weakened with the Patronus Curse, the monster's soul strength was still higher than that of any wizard. And if the wizard’s soul is inferior to his own and he forcibly signs a servitude contract, the situation will become very bad, and the person who signs the contract will be eaten directly by Fiddlesticks.”

"After the entire Department of Mysteries was working on this research, and almost only the then director died, they finally gave up on the plan. They believed that there was no possibility of Fiddlesticks being enslaved. Seal all data so that no one else has access to it except the silent person responsible for guarding it."

Having said this, Hilke stared at Sherlock's face that was deep in thought with great solemnity.

"I hesitate to tell you this, not out of concern, but because I don't want you to try it. The German Ministry of Magic has confirmed this at the expense of dozens of silent people. Monsters are uncontrollable.”

Sherlock did not respond to her concerns immediately. Instead, he touched his chin, which was not cleanly shaved and had prickly stubble, with a thoughtful look on his face, and softly repeated what Hilke had just said.

"The wizard's soul must be stronger than it..."