Just a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

At this point, Sherlock couldn't help but focus his eyes on Snape.

He couldn't help but subconsciously recall that in the original book, Snape went undercover as a Death Eater. How did he gain Voldemort's trust?

After all, he had been in Hogwarts for more than ten years, and an ordinary excuse would not make the other party believe it so easily.

But now is obviously not the time to think about these things, Moody has already followed his thoughts.

"If it is true as Sherlock said, Karkaroff also returned to the mysterious man because of some relationship, then the things he asked for must be beyond our imagination."

"It must be not easy for someone who betrayed him so thoroughly before to be forgiven."

Dumbledore said calmly.

"Don't jump to conclusions. This is just Sherlock's guess. So far, apart from the vague words he said to Severus, there is no evidence to show that he has really been accepted by Voldemort again."

"Besides, since the beginning of this semester, you have been watching him. Have you found any strange behavior from him?"

Moody frowned.

"No, except for normal competitions, he rarely comes to Hogwarts Castle. He basically stays on his ship. I have no reason to go on that ship, but he can't do anything that affects the school in it."

The office became quiet. Dumbledore rubbed his temples with some mental fatigue and sighed.

"Bati's whereabouts have not been found. So far, he is still missing alive and dead. As a result, the problem in the castle has not been solved... Karkaroff's matter still needs Alastor to take the trouble to keep an eye on it, and Severus too. If he finds you again and says something, you should pay attention to your answer."

Moody said solemnly: "I will keep watching him."

Snape also nodded expressionlessly.

They both had their own tasks, but Sherlock was always an idle person.

After leaving Dumbledore's office, it was completely dark.

Sherlock did not return to his office, but went directly to the tapestry of "Trolls hitting Barnabas" on the eighth floor of the castle.

He wandered back and forth in front of the blank wall opposite the tapestry, muttering in his heart.

"I need a room with a Horcrux."

Then a door appeared in front of him, Sherlock pulled down the handle and pushed the door open, but the room was pitch black and there was nothing.

But as he stepped into the Room of Requirement, the protective magic mark on Sherlock's left arm once again produced a strong burning sensation.

Since catching Fiddlesticks from here, Sherlock basically comes to the Room of Requirement every time to find the room that may contain a Horcrux.

But now three or four months have passed, and he still has no results.

Theoretically, the Room of Requirement can provide an infinite number of rooms, and the Horcrux hidden inside will only be in one of them.

Sherlock could only try his best to think about the room that was close to the answer. Besides, this semester was a busy time in Hogwarts. Even if there was no specific task, he didn't have much free time to do experiments here for a long time.

After several failed attempts, he was forced to leave the Room of Requirement again.

The day of the second competition was getting closer.

Finally, two weeks before the competition, Harry put aside his mental grudge against Cedric, listened to his advice, and sneaked into the bathroom of the boys' prefect one night.

There was a super large bathtub in it, which was the prerogative of the prefect.

The password to enter the door was also secretly told to him by Cedric, who was the prefect of Hufflepuff.

He sank to the bottom of the water with the golden egg, and then opened the golden egg. As expected, Harry heard a scream that was completely different from the previous one.

A song came from the golden egg. The general meaning of the song was that they took away something important from Harry. It was where the song sounded, and Harry's mission was to rescue his precious things.

He finally had some clues about the second competition, but this alone was obviously not enough.

However, his luck did not disappear because of this. The ghost Myrtle that floated everywhere at night helped Harry further solve the puzzle and let him figure out what creature he would deal with underwater.

In this prefect's bathroom, opposite Harry was a portrait of a mermaid who was posing and showing off his fins.

This was the only creature that could move freely in the water and sing.

Harry, who had obtained all the clues in the golden egg, returned from the bathroom with a full load. He was wearing an invisibility cloak and holding the golden egg in one hand. When he was about to go upstairs to the Gryffindor lounge, two figures who were arguing came to Harry at this time.

"You should answer me, Severus. After all, we are in the same situation. We are all grasshoppers on the same rope."

Karkaroff was completely without the wolf-like cunning and coldness of the past. His tone seemed a little impatient, and he kept urging the people around him to answer his questions.

Dressed in a black robe, Snape looked like a living giant bat in the light of the torches on the castle walls. His face was stiff and he didn't seem to care much about what he meant.

"We are not grasshoppers on the same rope. Igor, you are a betrayer, no matter which side you are on, but I am not. I have never betrayed anyone."

Harry squatted in front of the stairs with his invisibility cloak on. He didn't dare to move rashly, for fear that the wind he would bring when walking would disturb the two people arguing in front of him.

In fact, even if he could leave, Harry didn't really want to miss this secret conversation.

He had never liked Snape because he was always targeting him, whether in class or after class.

Although he seemed to have a very complicated relationship with his mother, and Harry specifically asked Lily about this, Lily did not tell him any inside information.

And whenever he asked about Snape, Lily always had that complicated expression on her face.

It is mixed with helplessness, sadness, remembrance and relief...

Harry always felt that there was a story in it, but he couldn't ask more questions if Lily didn't tell him. He just listened to her telling him that Snape was not a bad person now.

Well, whether he was a bad guy or not, Harry didn't know.

What he knew clearly was that no matter whether he was a good guy or a bad guy, Snape could not have a good impression on him.