Just a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

Chapter 391 Fat Walrus

Of course Sherlock could see through Slughorn's current thoughts, but he didn't point it out and followed his words.

"This is Vera Silk, the current Arithmancy teacher at Hogwarts and a very good friend of mine."

He was obviously troubled by the last sentence.

His current relationship with Silke was definitely more than just friends, but when it came to a girlfriend, Silke had never agreed, and he had never mentioned it.

Since the end of the Triwizard Tournament, the relationship between the two has developed more and more subtly, but this subtle and change is extremely natural, as if their relationship has not changed from beginning to end.

When Sherlock talked about the identity between himself and Silk, he was also thinking secretly in his heart.

The two of them couldn't continue like this without any name or status. As a man, he couldn't let Silke take the initiative in this matter.

On the day he broke off the relationship from the grave, he had already put aside all the concerns in his heart, and now there was nothing to hesitate about.

Although Sherlock's words had no meaning, Slughorn was not a fool. On the contrary, he was actually a man, and he could obviously hear the hidden meaning.

Immediately, the way he looked at Silk changed.

It was like an old father meeting his daughter-in-law for the first time, his attitude was much more enthusiastic and awkward than before.

"Anthracene, Miss Silk, can I call you Vera?"

Silk, who was usually calm and rarely had any other emotions, turned a little red at this time, obviously feeling a little shy.

She nodded slightly.

"Yes, Mr. Slughorn."

But the tea on the table could no longer satisfy Slughorn's hospitality. He got up in a hurry and rummaged around in the kitchen for a long time. In the end, he only found some Muggle candies. On a plate, serve two young men as refreshments.

"You should have told me in advance before coming, Sherlock. Now I have nothing to prepare. I can only bring some here first."

While complaining, Slughorn refilled Silke's cup of tea, telling her not to be polite and just treat this place as her own home.

Sherlock was speechless.

If he really said hello in advance before coming, then this fat walrus would definitely pack up and run away in advance.

It is true that the relationship between the two is close, and it is also true that Slughorn is so timid that he hides in hiding.

The subsequent topic naturally revolved around Silk. Slughorn had completely taken himself into the role of Sherlock's parent, understanding Silk's family, work experience, and how he met Sherlock from all aspects. of these kinds.

After talking about this, he brought the topic to Hogwarts.

He didn't even mean to talk about the recent situation in the wizarding world. He had been telling Sherlock Silk some interesting stories about his teaching in the castle.

Fat Walrus is undoubtedly a very sociable person, and his ability to tell stories is also impressive. Sherlock and the others did not feel bored even after staying here for an afternoon.

It wasn't until the evening, when the sun had set to the horizon and half of the sky was filled with gorgeous sunset glow, that Slughorn seemed to react with unfinished thoughts.

"It's already this time." He looked at the clock on the wall with a surprised expression. "I was so absorbed in chatting that I forgot about the time. I'm sorry, Sherlock, although I really want to keep you and Vera here. Let’s have dinner here, but I just moved here not long ago and I haven’t prepared anything yet, so I won’t keep you here.”

Slughorn shook his head regretfully.

But Sherlock was still sitting on the chair, looking at him with a smile, without any intention of getting up.

Seeing that Sherlock didn't respond, Fat Walrus was a little embarrassed. Sherlock didn't continue to embarrass him. He dug into his pocket, took out a few pounds from it, turned to Silk and said.

"Can you help us go to the village to buy some food and a few bottles of wine? I want Professor Slughorn to have a few drinks tonight."

In a direction that Slughorn couldn't see, Sherlock winked at Silk as he spoke.

Of course Hilke understood it. She took the pound and pushed the door open and walked out of the room.

The fat walrus looked at Sherlock with a dry smile.

"You made a special trip to see me, and I asked you to buy dinner. That's not good."

After Silk left, Sherlock's expression slowly became serious as he looked at Slughorn.

"You should have guessed it when you walked in, Professor, it was Dumbledore who told me your location and asked me to make a special trip here."

The smile on Slughorn's face became forced, and eventually disappeared, looking a little sad.

"No one but him can find where I'm hiding, and if he wants to find me, it's definitely not a good thing."

Sherlock didn't admit whether it was a good thing or a bad thing that he came here, he just said calmly.

"You should have already received the news about the mysterious man Fu's resurrection. And you knew that he would eventually come back earlier than most people in the magic world, otherwise you wouldn't have started so early. Dongzangxz’s life.”

Slughorn was a little decadent. He didn't make a sound, but just listened quietly to Sherlock's continued words.

"When I first entered Hogwarts to teach, that is, the year you came to Hogsmeade Village to give me the elixir, the secret room in the castle was opened." Sherlock talked about the past. .

"And the person who can open the Chamber of Secrets can only be a descendant of Slytherin, but this is not a student in Hogwarts, but a diary."

Hearing what he said, Slughorn's body suddenly trembled, but Sherlock's voice did not stop.

"The owner of that diary, his name is Tom Riddle. He hid a piece of his soul in the diary, and it was this soul that opened the secret room and released the basilisk inside, putting the castle in danger for a whole semester. ”

"But it was because of this incident that I came into contact with the soul in the diary. From him, Dumbledore deduced a terrifying thing."

"This student named Tom Riddle used an extremely evil black magic to split his soul at the expense of killing innocent people and create items called Horcruxes to make himself immortal."

"That diary is his masterpiece, one of the Horcruxes used for immortality."

After hearing what he said, Slughorn's face turned pale, but he still didn't speak, just lowered his head, avoiding Sherlock's eyes.