Just a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

Harry had been in front of the Room of Requirement early in the morning.

After Sherlock gave him the task of finding Ravenclaw's diadem, he never forgot it.

But this room changes according to the user's thoughts. In theory, finding an inaccurate room where things are hidden is like finding a needle in a haystack.

Maybe one day you will find the room where the crown is hidden, or maybe you won't find it even if you spend a lifetime looking for it.

Harry didn't think too much about it. Sherlock didn't explain to him that the crown was Voldemort's Horcrux. He only thought it was a very important magic item.

Just when he returned without success again in the afternoon, Harry shook his head, sighed and planned to leave from the door of the Room of Requirement.

His whole body suddenly trembled slightly for a moment.

Harry felt as if his body suddenly became a little strange, and the lightning-shaped scar on his forehead stung like never before!

But the sting disappeared as quickly as it came. It lasted for less than a second and he returned to normal, as if what he had just felt was an illusion.

Harry was a little confused. Just when he was about to return to the Gryffindor common room, another idea suddenly came to his mind.

By some strange coincidence, he returned to the door of the Room of Requirement and wandered back and forth on that blank wall three times.

The door that was so familiar to Harry appeared on the wall.

Harry felt a little confused, he didn't even know what kind of room he just wanted, but in the end he put his hand on the door handle.

The door was pushed open, revealing a messy utility room. Harry was sure that he had never been to this room before.

The room seemed to be filled with all kinds of items, unqualified examination papers, old broomsticks, damaged desks, chairs and benches were thrown everywhere.

Harry was walking around among these hill-like piles of debris. He didn't know what he was looking for, but not long after, he stopped next to a worn-out knight's armor.

There is nothing strange about the armor, but there is an ancient crown on the ground in front of it.

The crown was made in the shape of a silver eagle, with an emerald gem set in the middle.

The look on Harry's face was surprised and strange at the same time.

This was obviously the item that Sherlock asked him to help find, but the process of finding it was very bizarre.

It was like the body had turned on its own navigation system, and Harry already knew the location of the crown without even thinking about it.

Harry picked up the golden crown on the ground and walked out of the Room of Requirement.

He didn't realize at all that after he found this thing, he had no intention of giving it to Sherlock. Instead, he just hid it in his robe pocket and returned to the Gryffindor common room.

Even when he saw Hermione and Ron, it was as if he had never experienced anything he had just experienced in the Room of Requirement, and had no intention of talking about it.

Hogwarts also gets what's going on in the outside world in the evening.

The entire Gryffindor wizards were in disbelief. There was still peace in the school, but the biggest dark lord in the wizarding world had been killed by their professor himself.

The sound of jubilation resounded throughout the Hogwarts Castle, and Harry was also extremely excited. He seemed to have forgotten about getting the crown from the Room of Requirement, and danced happily in the lounge with Ron and the others. got up.

This atmosphere continued until nightfall. It was past midnight, and Professor McGonagall came to the lounge and strictly ordered them to go to bed. The students returned to their dormitories, but how many people were safe tonight? It's still two things to say when you sleep.

Harry also returned to the dormitory with Ron. None of the five people in the dormitory had any intention of sleeping. Everyone was discussing the war they had read from the Daily Prophet. It was around one o'clock in the morning and they gradually became quiet. Neville's even snoring sounded in the dormitory.

Harry hadn't slept yet, and compared to the others, he was obviously much more excited about Voldemort's death.

After making sure that no one was awake in the dormitory except him, he couldn't help but want to call Lily out to share this joy.

But I don't know what happened today. No matter how he called, Lily seemed to have no response, no response.

Harry felt strange, but it was already so late. Although he felt a little uneasy in his heart, he had no intention of disturbing Sherlock at this time.

Thinking that he would go to Sherlock to ask about the situation when he woke up tomorrow, he gradually closed his eyes and fell asleep.

No one noticed that Harry was lying peacefully on the bed in the dark night, surrounded by a vague black mist.

...

Dumbledore spent the entire afternoon dealing with the issue of Death Eaters, and it was around ten o'clock in the evening before he returned to No. 12 Grimmauld Place to rest for a while.

Sherlock was not at Hogwarts Castle at this time. He rushed here after having dinner with Silk.

After confessing his love, it was natural that it was time for you and me to talk, but Dumbledore asked Fox to send a letter to Sherlock, saying that he had to discuss some important matters with him, so Sherlock could only delay it reluctantly. It wasn't until dinner was finished that he came to see Dumbledore.

"I'm ready to retire, Sherlock."

After the two met, the first words Dumbledore said made Sherlock stunned.

He looked up and down at Dumbledore, who had a smile on his face, and asked with a frown.

"You are hurt?"

"You can say that." The old man relaxed and leaned back on the chair. "The sharp blade of time leaves irreparable scars on my body almost every moment. As an old man who has lived for more than a hundred years, I really It’s been injured beyond repair.”

Listening to him say such shameless words, Sherlock's face turned foul.

"Does the Ministry of Magic specify a retirement age for the Headmaster of Hogwarts?"

Dumbledore heard Sherlock's words and smiled unconsciously, but his smile looked a little tired.

"I have been working on Sherlock for a long, long time. I like this castle and I like to see the children learn the knowledge they should learn, but I can't really stay in this position until I am completely old. .I’m really old.”

Sherlock fell silent.

In fact, he has never regarded Dumbledore as an old man who is about to die. Whether it is his image he learned from books in his previous life or his real contact with him now, this greatest white wizard gives people the impression that he is about to die. The feeling is always reliable.

And now, after he finished saying this, Sherlock realized that he was indeed a very old man.

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