Just a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

"Wizards in Romania...big commotion in the Forbidden Forest..."

Sherlock touched his chin, as if thinking about something.

"Combining these two things, what else do you think of?" He looked at Silk.

Without any hesitation or hesitation, Silk softly uttered a word.

"dragon."

Romania is undoubtedly the most famous in the European magic world for having the largest fire dragon research base in the world.

In Gryffindor House at Hogwarts, going to Romania to be a brave dragon tamer is also the second most ideal career after going to the Ministry of Magic to be called an Auror.

So after combining these two obvious clues, Sherlock and Silk thought of a creature like a fire dragon without any surprise.

Obviously Moody had thought of this before, so he just said that to Harry in the tavern.

"The first event of the Triwizard Tournament is very likely to be related to the fire dragon. But whether the man in black robes I saw is a Romanian dragon trainer is still open to question."

Moody, who was walking with a limp, did not accompany Sherlock and Silk for a walk. After explaining to Sherlock some abnormalities he had discovered during this period, he returned to Hogg alone. Watts Castle.

As the temporary castle caretaker this year, Moody's main responsibility is to protect Hogwarts Castle. Even during holidays like Hogsmeade Week, he only has half a day to relax at most.

Sherlock and Hilko continued walking on the streets of the town.

"If the first event is really going to be a fire dragon, how can they ensure the safety of students?"

Silk's tone was calm, but Sherlock could hear her worry.

After all, she has been a professor in this castle for almost three months. It is also clear that protecting the safety of students under any circumstances is the most important thing for schools and teachers to do.

Sherlock patted her shoulder and comforted her.

"Those dragon trainers are not just for nothing, they will be able to control these fire dragons."

In fact, Hilke already regretted it when she first asked this question, but before she could stop Sherlock from speaking, he had already finished all his words.

This couldn't help but make Silk frown, as if he was annoyed at his carelessness.

There may have been nothing wrong with what he said before, but after Sherlock said these words, the consequences would not be certain.

"gone back."

She turned and walked in the direction of Hogwarts Castle.

Sherlock looked puzzled.

"It's only been less than a morning, why don't you continue shopping?"

Silk said without looking back.

"Until the first project is over, we'd better stay in the castle and watch the students."

Sherlock could only follow her helplessly, muttering secretly in his heart. Sure enough, a woman's mood was just like the British weather, ever-changing at any moment.

After returning to Hogwarts Castle, the two of them separated and returned to their offices.

Because this week is the first Hogsmeade week of the semester, basically all the students who are eligible to go out have gone out. Only the first and second-year wizards who are not old enough to participate in Hogsmeade week are left in the castle. them.

After Sherlock returned to the office, he had nothing to do. Whenever he had time recently, he would try to communicate with Fiddlesticks, who was hanging as an ornament around his neck.

This creature, which has lived for centuries, naturally has an independent way of thinking.

When they were still in a hostile relationship before, the two parties had a brief conversation. Now that they have signed a magic contract, their communication is naturally more trouble-free.

It's just that this kind of communication is no longer limited to language. As long as the other party wants to, you can completely understand his meaning directly in thought, which is more direct, simple and clear than verbal expression.

But now if the relationship between Fiddlesticks and Sherlock could be put into a numerical value, it would definitely be a negative number.

The straw man, who didn't know that he had been tripped up in the contract, didn't want to respond to any of Sherlock's communications.

Now it just wants to be alone and quiet, to relieve the faint sadness of facing another 100 years in prison.

But of course what Sherlock cares about is not what it wants to do, but what I want to do.

He will directly talk to Sherlock and answer Sherlock's questions, which is also included in the scope of "work".

And if the work is not completed well, the prison term will be extended. These are clearly stated in the contract.

As a result, Fiddlesticks, full of sadness, was forced to work.

"I said, tip, you should know what you are after living for so long, right?"

"..."

"What? You don't know what you are?"

"..."

"Anyway, you were already like this when you were conscious? Tsk, tsk, tsk, then you are really not an ordinary person!"

"..."

"I'm not insulting you, nor am I scolding you. It's just your own understanding. Also, since you came out of Azkaban Island at the beginning, do the dementors on the island now count as you? Son, grandson or something like that?”

"..."

"Pretend to be silent for me, right? Be passive and slow down your work, or I'll extend your imprisonment!"

"..."

Excluding the part where Sherlock deliberately used it for fun, he was actually able to ask a lot of valuable things from this creature that has lived longer than Nick Flamel, the living fossil in The Witcher.

For example, the special time turner that brought Sherlock and Snape back to the past, if it hadn't gone to the underground headquarters, no one would be able to find it in the future. to a place like this.

In this way, he and Fiddlesticks chatted about various things, with Sherlock always asking questions unilaterally, and Fiddlesticks reluctantly giving short answers, and the whole afternoon passed.

When the sky outside turned completely dark, Sherlock ended this "friendly" exchange with satisfaction.

At this time, he looked at the time and found that it was already ten o'clock at night before he knew it.

Now let alone the dinner in the auditorium, even the curfew in the castle has started. Sherlock can only walk downstairs with an empty stomach, wanting to go to the kitchen to see if there is anything edible for him to fill. abdomen.

The house elves who saw him actually coming to the kitchen in person to ask if there was any late night snack looked very frightened.

Finally, it was Dobby, the special house elf whom Sherlock had met here before, who treated him to a not too late midnight snack.

And just when Sherlock, who had eaten and drank enough, left the kitchen and prepared to return to his residence, his eyes suddenly focused on a direction outside the castle.