Just a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

Sherlock, who had already sentenced Harry to death in his heart, beat his chest hard and finally recovered.

He said pitifully to Silk.

"It's not just an ordinary colleague relationship. Even if it's not an elder... well, it's a relationship between that and that, it can still be said to be friends."

By this time, they had already reached the door of Hilke's office, and Hilke still hadn't shown any good looks towards Sherlock.

"Who is your friend?"

She reached out and took the two magic books from his arms, turned around, opened the door, and walked into her office.

Even if Fleur is blind, she can now see that even if Sherlock and Silk are not boyfriend and girlfriend as Harry said, their relationship is very unusual.

Sherlock didn't show much embarrassment at this time. He cleared his throat, as if he had returned to his serious and serious Hogwarts professor role in front of Fleur.

"I've almost taken you around the castle today, so let's stop here first. I will be busy with other things later, so I can't accompany you anymore."

Fleur didn't mean to take up too much of Sherlock's time, she said generously.

"Thank you for taking me around the entire Hogwarts Castle today, but I will not let go of the Hogwarts warriors in the subsequent Triwizard Tournament because of this."

Sherlock chuckled.

"The specific list of warriors has not been selected yet, but you are very confident."

Fleur said nonchalantly.

"Except me, no one else in Beauxbatons is qualified to be named a warrior."

"Then I wish you good results in this competition in advance."

Fleur looked proud.

"Of course."

The two separated here, and Fleur returned to Beauxbatons' palace-like carriage. Sherlock also returned to the office and continued to fiddle with the wooden box containing Fiddlesticks.

The day of Halloween passes quickly, and when night falls, this time, which used to be the time for a Halloween party every year, is a little different this year.

None of the students were in the mood to enjoy the same sumptuous Halloween dinner as yesterday's dinner.

Everyone was absentmindedly eating the food on the table, not even in the mood to chat.

He stared straight at the Goblet of Fire placed in front of Dumbledore's seat on the long table belonging to the professor on the high platform of the auditorium.

The wooden goblet was still emitting white-blue flames at this time. It looked ordinary, but it attracted everyone's attention.

Sherlock, who was also sitting on the high platform, didn't feel any anticipation. His attention was always on the guests sitting at the same table.

Whether it was Karkaroff or Madame Maxime, the looks they looked at the Goblet of Fire revealed nervousness.

Even Sherlock, who was observing carefully, could feel from Karkaroff's eyes that he was more nervous than Madame Maxime.

He seemed to value the student named Krum very much. If he hadn't been selected, Durmstrang would have had no chance of winning this time.

As for the other two referees, Balmain and Crouch from the Ministry of Magic, their emotions seemed much more normal.

Balmain, who has a more cheerful personality, is also looking forward to the list of warriors participating this time. His face is more excited than nervous.

Crouch looked bored, as if this game had nothing to do with him. His job this time was just to deal with the problem, which was very close to his temperament.

And tonight, Sherlock was not entirely a bystander.

Dumbledore gave him and Moody a task. When the Warriors' roster comes out later, they will work with the five referees to guide them.

Dumbledore didn't say what to do specifically, but they should know it soon.

The dinner ended very quickly with everyone deliberately speeding up the process.

When every golden plate on the long table was clean, Dumbledore stood up in front of everyone.

He reached out and waved his wand gently, and most of the candles in the auditorium were extinguished.

The surrounding environment became dim, and the wooden goblet with white-blue flames in front of him became even more eye-catching.

"Okay, the Goblet of Fire is about to make a decision." Dumbledore said, "I estimate there is still one minute. Before that, I have to talk about some things. After the names of the warriors are announced, I hope they Go to the front of the auditorium, walk past the staff tables, and enter the next room."

He pointed to the door behind the staff desk and said.

"They will get initial guidance here."

After his words fell, everyone in the auditorium held their breath.

The Goblet of Fire now emits a dazzling light, brighter than anything in the auditorium, and even the blue-white light makes people feel a bit dazzling.

At this moment, the flame suddenly turned red!

Sparks continued to splash out of the wooden cup, and then a tongue of fire shot into the air. A piece of burnt parchment flew out, and Dumbledore took it in his hand.

I didn't mean to whet my appetite, so I read out the name above directly.

"Durmstrang's Champion - Viktor Krum!"

Immediately, there was a burst of strong cheers in the auditorium, and even the students of Hogwarts did not hesitate to applaud.

Soon another piece of parchment flew out of the Goblet of Fire.

"Champion of Beauxbatons - Fleur Delacour!"

The applause in the auditorium rang out again.

The result was just as Fleur had said to Sherlock before, no one in Beauxbatons except her was qualified to be named the warrior of this school.

The parchment with the names of the Hogwarts warriors also quickly flew out of the Goblet of Fire, and Dumbledore spoke the name on the paper in a clear and loud voice. Find Shuyuan www.zhaoｓhuyuａ.com

"The Champion of Hogwarts - Cedric Diggory!"

The applause this time was undoubtedly countless times louder than the previous two.

The cheers throughout the Great Hall were deafening, and the Hufflepuff students were jumping up and down, screaming and stamping their feet.

After a long time, the noise subsided.

Just when Dumbledore happily announced that the three school warriors had been selected, they would each represent their own schools to compete for honors.

The Goblet of Fire did not go out, but turned from blue and white to red again, and the fourth piece of parchment suddenly flew out from it!

The huge auditorium instantly became quiet, and Dumbledore took the parchment with a solemn expression.

Everyone watched as he cleared his throat and then read loudly.

"Harry Potter!"