Just a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

Sherlock looked at the headline in the newspaper with some horror, and his whole body felt a little cold for some reason.

Dumbledore, who was standing next to him, obviously saw this line of words.

But compared with the news in the newspaper, his attention was obviously more on Burke.

Then all the pictures around began to break, just like a toilet sucking water, Sherlock and Dumbledore were both sucked out by a rapid vortex, and then reappeared in the principal's office.

The jumping candlelight made the room appear bright and dark.

On the wall, the portraits of the former principals seemed to be really asleep at this time, and the snoring was steady and long.

Dumbledore did not speak first, he sat on the chair, crossed his fingers, as if thinking about something. .

Sherlock said in a deep voice.

"The connection of these four memories shows that Burke had suspected Riddle after seeing the news of Mrs. Smith's death. Judging from the display in the store, the time when Riddle resigned and the time when Mrs. Smith was killed were very close." Sherlock's words also evoked a thought in Dumbledore, and he said softly. "Hepzibah Smith, I know this witch. In the early twentieth century, she was privately rated as the richest witch in the British wizarding world by some tabloids. She likes to collect all kinds of precious antiques. The older and more famous they are, the more she likes them. She also claims to be a descendant of Hufflepuff." Hearing the last sentence, Sherlock's eyes suddenly became subtle. "Did Voldemort get the Hufflepuff gold cup that he made into a Horcrux from her?" Dumbledore tapped the desktop of his desk lightly with his fingers. "Hepzibah's death caused quite a stir at the time. The Ministry of Magic finally concluded that her house-elf accidentally put poison into the cocoa tea instead of sugar, which led to the tragedy. However, the house-elf named Hooch seems to still be alive in the world..." Sherlock's eyes lit up instantly. "If the house-elf is still alive, it will be easy!" Dumbledore nodded and said tiredly. "Now we know that Voldemort has four Horcruxes. The diary and Hufflepuff's gold cup have been destroyed. There is also the Ravenclaw's diadem from Ms. Grey and the one you sensed in the Room of Requirement. Of course, the diadem and the Horcrux in the Room of Requirement may be the same." "I hope there will be new discoveries from the clue of Hepzibah. It's already late. Thank you for your hard work today, Sherlock. Let me handle the matter about Hooch. I will contact you again when there is new progress." Sherlock did feel a little tired. It was already past midnight. He said goodbye to Dumbledore and Fox helped him to go back home. He chose to land outside the house because he didn't want to disturb Silk's rest. But when he walked to the door, he found that he could still see the lights on in the house through the window of the living room. Sherlock was stunned, then smiled and sighed helplessly, then quietly opened the door of the living room and walked in. The TV was still playing ads quietly, and Silk was curled up on the sofa, covered with a blanket, as if she had fallen asleep after waiting for a long time.

The food on the table was still a little warm, and it was obvious that she had heated it several times before she found that someone had not come back.

Sherlock smiled gently.

No matter how late it was, there would be someone waiting for you with the lights on, and she would try her best to prepare hot meals for you at any time.

It was difficult and simple to make a man feel at home.

Sherlock did not go to eat, but quietly walked into the bedroom and took out a thicker blanket from it to cover Silk.

However, when he just approached the girl carefully and smelled the faint unique fragrance, Silk moved his head slightly.

"Sherlock... Locke."

She was obviously not fully awake yet. After noticing the familiar figure, she was still in a state of half-asleep and half-wakefulness.

Seeing that the girl on the sofa had been startled, Sherlock simply threw the blanket aside and whispered in a negotiating tone.

"How about going back to the bedroom to sleep? It's not comfortable to sleep on the sofa."

Silk shook her head dazedly and childishly.

"I don't want to...get up."

Sherlock stared at her fair face, which was so delicate and perfect that it seemed to not belong to this world. He felt an impulse for no reason in his heart.

He put one hand under the girl's knees and the other hand around her back. At this time, Silk also seemed to make a subconscious move unconsciously, and her two slender arms were around his neck.

Sherlock gently picked up the girl.

Silk was not heavy, and it could even be said that she was surprisingly light.

But Sherlock felt that his face was redder than ever at this time, and his heartbeat was faster, as if he was drunk.

However, his steps were very steady. He slowly walked up the stairs and walked towards Silk's bedroom.

When he was still three meters away from the bedroom door, the ajar wooden door opened silently.

Two or three minutes passed between going upstairs from the living room and entering the bedroom, but it felt to Sherlock as if only two or three seconds had passed.

As if he didn't know what was going on, he had already arrived at the girl's bedroom with the soft body in his arms.

He could guarantee that he used the greatest willpower in his life to be willing to put her gently on the bed.

But when Sherlock was about to stand up and leave, Silk's arms were still around his neck, showing no intention of letting go.

A faint blush appeared on the girl's delicate tofu-like face, and her eyes hidden under the black ribbon were unknown whether they were open or closed at this time.

Seeing those fresh red lips that looked like petals, and the nose that was as straight as mutton-fat jade, Sherlock's breathing became a little heavier.

The air seemed to stop flowing for a few seconds.

Finally, he slowly kissed the girl's flawless forehead and said softly.

"Stop making trouble and go to sleep. It's already very late."

It was only then that Silk's arm relaxed, and Sherlock was able to break away and leave the girl's room as if he was running away.

Returning to his bedroom in embarrassment, Sherlock closed the door like a thief, leaning against the door and breathing heavily.

At the same time, he subconsciously grimaced, stretched out his palm, and pretended to slap himself in the face.

"asshole!"

However, before his slap landed on his face, he suddenly reacted and his tone became extraordinarily confident.

"Huh? I've already broken up with each other, what's wrong with me?"