Just a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

"So what can we do?"

In the office, the Prime Minister cautiously asked the middle-aged man who looked like a lion sitting opposite him.

Last year, this man suddenly came to his office and claimed to be the new Minister of Magic on the wizarding side. When he took office, he needed to meet with the Muggle Prime Minister first to facilitate future cooperation.

This was not the first time that the Prime Minister had learned about the existence of wizards. A few years ago, a wizard named Fudge had contacted him. It was at that time that he learned about the existence of the magical world.

Not long after, the wizard named Fudge brought the wizard named Scrimgeour to see him, saying that the person who would hand over to him in the future would be the newly appointed minister.

And just now, the Minister of Magic came to explain to him that this morning in England, someone saw a lot of broomsticks flying in the sky with people sitting on them.

He said that there was a war going on in the magical world, and that a violent terrorist who must not be named was trying to overthrow the existing magical regime.

Now, the Ministry of Magic's security forces are fighting these terrorists, while also preparing the Prime Minister.

If this battle is won, then everything is easy to say, but once the final outcome is to lose the war, then all the power in the wizarding world will be controlled by the terrorist leader. This person has no control over Muggles, that is, ordinary people. Extremely hostile.

Those who have reached this position certainly understand the truth of the cold. Wizards like Fudge and Scrimgeour have been in office for so long. Apart from meeting him once when they first took office, they also asked to cooperate with them in arresting some wanted criminals. That kind of thing.

They have little interest in the world of ordinary people, but when a violent person is replaced, no one can tell what the future will be like.

Scrimgeour was irritated.

According to his past status, at this time, he should be the one leading the charge with the Aurors.

But now he could only wait for the result in the office of the Muggle Prime Minister, and he had to plan for the worst case scenario.

"We don't have to do anything, just wait here for the results."

Time passed like this, and the black tea on the desk was completely cold, but no one was in the mood to drink it.

While this boring atmosphere continued, the fireplace in the Prime Minister's Office, which was completely used as a decoration, suddenly ignited a green fire.

A man wearing earrings said excitedly

"Mr. Minister, the mysterious man is dead, we have won!"

After Scrimgeour heard the news, he was stunned on the spot.

It was not that he had never thought of such a possibility before, but the possibility of such an outcome was too low. The best situation he could foresee was that Voldemort was defeated and the entire group of Death Eaters were defeated. was hit hard.

But now...Voldemort is dead?

"You... who died?"

"The Dark Lord! Mr. Minister, it's the Dark Lord! Sherlock killed him with his own hands, and his body exploded in front of everyone!"

Kingsley seemed to be a little incoherent with excitement, and he could only try his best to describe the scene to Scrimgeour.

Scrimgeour finally reacted at this time, and his originally disheveled hair seemed to explode with excitement!

"Okay, Mr. Prime Minister, this is the best result we can wait for! Don't worry about this matter anymore. I want to return to the ministry as soon as possible!"

Scrimgeour pulled out his wand in great joy, and just when he was about to use Apparition to leave directly, he did not forget to say something to the Prime Minister, who seemed to have not yet figured out what was going on.

"I almost forgot to mention it. It is estimated that many people in the wizarding world will hold victory celebrations next. These activities may make some Muggles notice something abnormal. This is of course illegal. The Ministry will send people to try their best to stop it, but I am here. I’ll also give you a heads up in advance.”

As soon as he finished speaking, his whole figure was distorted for an instant, and then he disappeared from the office.

As Scrimgeour said, the results of this battle quickly spread to the streets of the wizarding world.

Even before the Daily Prophet's expedited newspaper was written, spontaneous celebrations were already taking place in Diagon Alley.

The owner of the candy shop said that today's candies are all free. Old Tom from the Leaky Cauldron waived every guest's order in the bar today. Even Ollivander's Wand Shop held a three-day free wand repair event.

The goblins in Gringotts were still so dishonest, but every goblin visible to the naked eye had a smile on their face.

In bars all over the magical world, there are people clinking glasses almost all the time, and they all say the same thing.

"To Professor Forrest!"

While the wizards were rejoicing, Sherlock declined the proposal of the Aurors and Order members to hold a celebration party now, and handed over all the subsequent work to Dumbledore, without disturbing anyone. The man left the battlefield that was cheering for his achievements.

The reason why he was so eager to leave was not because there were other more important things for him to do later. After Voldemort died, Dumbledore would naturally take care of everything here.

But when he saw Silke, he was surprised and asked her why she came here, and she said softly.

"I made cookies and went to your office to find you, but you weren't there."

Sherlock looked at her blankly, and then a gentle smile appeared on his face.

"If I eat it now, it will definitely taste the same."

Then they returned to Hogwarts together.

While every wizard in the outside world was celebrating, the two of them were sitting in Silk's office eating still warm cookies.

The setting sun outside the window shines into the office, covering the entire floor like a veil.

Sherlock kept chatting with Silk about the embarrassing story of Draco being coaxed by a little girl in the orphanage, until he suddenly spoke.

"Now the Death Eaters have been caught, and Voldemort is dead. There will be some troubles about him in the future, but Dumbledore and I also have plans. The days ahead will definitely be much more peaceful than before. ..."

Silk tilted his head and looked at him with some doubts. Sherlock rarely looked like this hesitantly.

"What do you want to say?"

"I mean, you will definitely still be a professor at Hogwarts in the future. Of course I won't go anywhere. I will always work in this castle in the future. There will generally be no changes in my life. Although teaching students is hard work, it is also hard." Very fulfilling and interesting..."

Sherlock didn't know what he was talking about. He only knew that he was very nervous now and looked at the sunset outside the window uncertainly.

Then he took a deep breath and turned his head to stare into Silk's clear eyes.

"What I actually want to say is...I like you, Vera."