Just a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

Barty Crouch is usually a very pampered person.

Because he is older, although his face is full of wrinkles and small age spots, his skin is still fair and tender, but today his face looks a little extra pale.

After careful observation, Moody, who had dealt with him the most before, could tell that something was wrong.

After his reminder, Sherlock was now aware of this matter, and Crouch himself was one of the two most suspects.

Now at this point in time, such a thing has been discovered, which undoubtedly adds more doubtful points to him.

Neither Moody nor Sherlock had any strange reactions to this. They just got together and talked quietly in a voice that only the two of them could hear.

"What's next?" Moody asked.

Sherlock did not stare directly at Crouch's face, but pretended to admire the furniture on display in the conference room as if nothing had happened, looking at him from the corner of his eye.

"We need to verify whether there are any injuries on his body. Can't your magical prosthetic eye see through some things? Can it have a see-through function?"

When he asked this, Moody looked strange.

"Of course not! My eye can see through some magical clothes, but how can a normal robe like this have see-through function!"

"That's it."

Sherlock smacked his lips, showing a pity expression.

Then he said: "In a moment, I will create an opportunity for you, and you can keep an eye on him. Remember, you must keep an eye on his back, which is where Shen Feng Wuying causes the most damage."

While Sherlock and Moody were briefly communicating, Dumbledore also told the other judges who were called here about the accident that happened to the fire dragon.

"...As I just said, if you want to carry out the first competition event according to the previously determined time, the Romanian dragon trainers have no way to borrow the new fire dragon. If you want to do it according to the original plan, If they change, then we can use the help provided by Sherlock, and with the cooperation of his unique friend, we can make these dead fire dragons come alive again, and exert an effect that is no different from the original dragons."

Dumbledore looked at the other four judges present and said softly.

He did not fully tell the specific cause of the fire dragon's death, but vaguely skipped it. He only said that there were some accidents with the fire dragon in the Forbidden Forest.

And what exactly was the accident? Among the five referees present, apart from him, only Madame Maxime and the mastermind who was not sure whether he was hiding among the referees knew the reason.

After learning the news, the expressions on the faces of the four referees in the conference room were also different.

Madame Maxime, who knew the most, kept her lips pursed from beginning to end, without any intention of expressing her own opinion.

It's just that sometimes her eyes can't help but glance in the direction of Sherlock. Until now, she still can't figure out what kind of method this young man used to kill four crazy fire dragons at once.

Bagman showed enough surprise, he pondered.

"After the Triwizard Tournament was restarted this time, it did give us a lot of surprises, including the selection of Potter, and now we have to face whether to postpone the first competition event or choose a seemingly feasible backup option. I actually It is more inclined to the backup option mentioned by Dumbledore. Now many eyes in the wizarding world are looking at this Triwizard Tournament. If the first competition event is postponed, it will be difficult to leave it for others. We It’s a good impression that we can safely complete all the events this semester.”

After he finished speaking, Crouch's words remained brief.

"I think the same as Ludo and agree with the method Dumbledore said."

"I have no objection either." Mrs. Maxim also said the same.

All three people have expressed their attitudes, and only one Karkaroff is left. Normally, he is also the one most likely to refuse.

But this time he seemed to know that even if he refused, in the 4:1 situation, his attitude no longer mattered, so he didn't say anything more, and just nodded calmly.

"Since you all said that, it doesn't matter what I think. As long as it can ensure that the competition in the first event is still fair, I have no objection."

"Thank you for your understanding." Dumbledore said with a smile.

This meeting was obviously going to end here, and just when all the referees stood up from their seats, the robe on Crouch, who was at the edge, suddenly moved upward as if he had consciousness. tease!

Not only the robe he wore outside, but also the sweater and shirt underneath were all lifted up. At this moment, Crouch's upper body was exposed.

Because the accident occurred so quickly, not only Crouch himself did not react, but others also did not react immediately.

Moody, who had been reminded by Sherlock before, was always staring at Crouch's back, but he didn't see any scars on the exposed skin.

"What's going on?" Crouch looked a little angry and pulled down his robe and sweater.

"Sorry, Mr. Crouch, it's my fault."

Sherlock, who was pretending to fiddle with the bookshelf nearby, said with an apologetic look on the information he didn't know when he had left behind.

"I want to sort it out here, but it seems that my spell casting skills are a little bit poor. I originally wanted to use magic to take the book next to you, but it accidentally affected your clothes. I am very sorry for this. Looking for Mr. Shuyuan www.zhaoshuyuan.com."

Crouch's face looked bad, and he said something coldly to Sherlock.

"As a professor at this school, it's really time for you to hone your poor magic skills, Mr. Forrester."

After that, he snorted and turned around and walked out of the conference room. Others didn't see anything wrong. They just thought it was Sherlock's mistake and left the place one by one.

In the end, only Moody, Sherlock and Dumbledore were left in the meeting.

After everyone left, the door to the conference room was closed again.

"No, I didn't see any obvious scars on old Batty's back." Moody said with a frown.

Sherlock touched his chin with a thoughtful look on his face.

"The spell Shen Feng Wuying is very strong, but we cannot rule out that even if there is no solution to the spell, someone will be able to heal the wounds I caused overnight."