Just a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

benefit?

If Skeeter were twenty years younger, she might have suspected that Sherlock was hinting at something to her at this time.

But she is now in her forties, and although she thinks she takes good care of herself, it's hard to say whether such benefits are really good for Sherlock, or whether she takes advantage of herself.

What's more, the female teacher in the garden last night, Skeeter has seen so many witches in the magical world, and she dare not say that any one can compare with her in appearance, and she doesn't think Sherlock can. I fell in love with such an old, half-old witch.

So even if she thought about it with her shorthand quill that liked to talk nonsense, she could think of it. The benefits that Sherlock said were definitely not simple things.

She was silent for a moment, and then spoke after more than ten seconds.

"What do you want? Galleons? Or do you want me to put in a good word for you on the news?"

These are the only benefits she can think of. After all, isn't it true that all people want is power and profit?

However, Sherlock lightly tapped his knuckles on the tabletop of his desk and asked as she narrowed her eyes.

"Are you well-informed in the wizarding world?"

Hearing his question, Skeeter suddenly became alert.

She suddenly thought that besides rights, there were other more profitable aspects of herself.

The Animagus in insect form provided her with many conveniences for eavesdropping on the secrets of other wizards. She knew very well that some secrets could be exposed, while others could not.

Those tidbits of news can attract the attention of the public without offending the truly powerful people too much. But once some things are spread, it will not matter whether Rita Skeeter will see the sun the next day. Or two things to say.

Skeeter laughed dryly.

"Yeah, I'm not very well-informed. I just know some insignificant little things. You know, those big families will hide their real secrets very deeply and won't tell them at all."

"Don't be nervous." Sherlock said calmly, "I don't want to get information from you about anyone else, I just want to ask you about a place."

Skeeter breathed a sigh of relief, but her spirits were still tense.

"Where?"

"Do you know where the ancestral home of the Crouch family is?"

Sherlock stared into her eyes. Those plain eyes seemed to be able to see through people's hearts. At the same time, a crow with black feathers and red eyes suddenly appeared on Sherlock's shoulder. The scarlet eyes revealed the emptiness. and indifference.

One person and one bird just looked at Skeeter, which made her mind wander for a while.

"I... I seem to have heard of... Devon County, which is where pure-blood families gather. During the witch-hunting movement, they moved to that place in groups... The Crouch family should be there too..."

Sherlock's voice was very soft, as if there was some kind of inducement.

"Where is the specific location? Where in Devon County? Don't worry, this is not a secret that cannot be told. It is not important, but as long as you tell me, I can help you hide your things."

Skeeter's voice also became a little intermittent, like a sleeping person talking in his sleep.

"Devon... no... I don't know exactly where it is in Devon... no one talks about it..."

Sherlock's face suddenly showed a look of disappointment, and then Fiddlesticks, who was standing on his shoulder to help him catalyze the Legilimency effect, turned into countless black lines and disappeared into the air.

At this moment, Skeeter, who was originally in a daze, suddenly widened her eyes. She looked at Sherlock with a horrified look on her face. She subconsciously hugged Sherlock with her arms and stepped back several steps until her back was close to Sherlock's. Arrived at the corner.

"You used Legilimency on me! It's illegal!"

"Such a degree is certainly not considered Legilimency." Sherlock said nonchalantly, "Although I have been studying this magic recently, I am not yet proficient in it, especially without using a wand."

When he said this, his voice suddenly paused, and then he showed Skeeter a smile that made her hair stand on end.

"By the way, why should I explain this to you? Even if I really used Legilimency just now and violated magical laws, do you think I might let you, the insider, leave alive?"

Skeeter's body couldn't stop trembling. She looked at Sherlock eagerly, but the pleading on her lips could no longer be uttered.

Sherlock looked at her current appearance and couldn't help but have a sarcastic look on his face.

That's what people like her are like.

A gentleman can bully others, and Rita Skeeter is as disgusting as flies when she targets most people who have high moral standards and are strong or capable but will not break the rules because of what she does. people.

She dealt with Dumbledore in this way, and she dealt with Harry in the same way. Sherlock didn't know it yet, and she dealt with Hagrid in the same way later.

But Sherlock himself is not that kind of person.

To deal with a bad guy, you have to be worse than him, so he will show no mercy when he is about to kill someone, such as killing Barty Jr.

The same is true here with Skeeter, except that this woman seems not to be afraid of power, but in fact she is a typical bully and afraid of the strong.

"Don't worry, killing you will make me look dirty, so I won't do it."

Sherlock's soft voice could not give Skeeter any sense of security. If she were given another chance to choose again, she would never have anything to do with this young professor again!

"But until the end of the Triwizard Tournament, it's better that you don't come out to cause trouble again. Just turn back into a beetle and stay here with me. I will naturally let you go back when the tournament is over."

Skeeter had no bargaining power at all, so he could only do what Sherlock said.

Regarding this unscrupulous reporter, Sherlock hasn't figured out how to solve it yet, but in such a special period of this semester, she must not be allowed to come out to cause trouble again.

Let’s talk about what happens next after everything is over.

After dealing with Skeeter's matter, Sherlock still didn't rest.

He paced back and forth in the office for a while, then suddenly stopped, pushed the door open and walked out of the room.

It was now past three o'clock in the morning, the darkest time of night, and the entire castle was silent.

Sherlock did not stay in the castle, he walked straight out of the door and walked into the Forbidden Forest alone.

In this way, he kept moving forward and finally stopped in a clearing.

There are two graves in the center of this open space. One has been dug, and the other has a stone tablet engraved with the name of the owner of the tomb - [Eddie Butler].