Just a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

"Malfoy? He didn't come home for Christmas, of course I saw him in the castle."

Sherlock folded his arms in front of his chest and stared straight at them.

"What are you asking me for?"

Under the interference of double guilty conscience, Hermione avoided his gaze subconsciously.

"I, we're just curious about the professor. You know, people like Malfoy aren't usually very likable. Do you have any greetings or wishes for him these days?"

When Hermione was questioning, although neither Harry nor Ron met Sherlock's eyes, they couldn't help but prick up their ears.

Sherlock raised his eyebrows and feet slightly, and he didn't understand why Hermione asked him this question for a while.

"Greetings or blessings? Does punishing him for cleaning the toilet count?"

He suddenly seemed to want to understand something, and his eyes gradually narrowed.

"Don't you suspect that I am the murderer behind the scenes?"

Hermione, Harry and Ron blinked together, laughed twice, and looked at each other.

"How can you teach, we are just bored, just ask."

"Yes, we are just asking about it, there is no other meaning."

"Don't misunderstand the professor, we have absolute trust in you."

Sherlock glanced at them.

"Really? Then do you want to also brush the toilet's greetings and blessings?"

The three of Harry waved their hands back and forth.

"No professor, we haven't done anything good for you, so forget it,"

"I suddenly remembered that we haven't had dinner yet. Let's go to the auditorium to eat first. Goodbye professor!"

Seeing their backs fleeing in a hurry, Sherlock pouted.

"I'm still suspicious of me, what do these stinky boys think?"

Just after he experienced the episode of being questioned by the three of Harry, Snape also brought Draco Malfoy's father, Lucius Malfoy, to Hogwarts.

In Dumbledore's headmaster's office, Sherlock folded his arms across his chest, leaning against the wall covered with portraits of previous headmasters, silently watching the good show in front of him.

When Mr. Malfoy was taken to Hogwarts by Snape, his entire face was as black as if it had been covered with ashes from the fireplace.

After walking into the principal's room and seeing Dumbledore sitting on the seat quietly waiting for him, he finally couldn't bear it any longer, his two clenched fists were shaking uncontrollably, Malfoy suppressed it. Anxiety in his heart, he asked in a cold voice.

"I handed over my child to Hogwarts, and you, Dumbledore, just reassured the parents of the students!"

It can be seen that his emotions are not faked, but are really nervous and anxious, as if he is worried and fearful about something.

Dumbledore slowly crossed his hands and placed them on the desk. He stared blankly at Malfoy's face, unable to hear what kind of emotion he was in right now from his voice.

"Of course Hogwarts will protect the safety of the children, but the professors in this castle, including me, are not omniscient gods, and there are things we really can't predict."

"You are telling me this now! My son's life and death are unknown now! Are you already thinking about shirk your responsibility?"

Malfoy's eyes seemed to pop out of their sockets, and he stared at Dumbledore.

"I'm going to expose this! Let the board vote! Expel you from Hogwarts!"

As soon as his words came out, Sherlock could clearly feel Professor McGonagall and Snape's bodies tense up.

They were obviously a little nervous, thinking Malfoy would really do what he said.

However, the person who was threatened, Dumbledore, remained calm.

He leaned back, leaned on the back of the chair, and said easily.

"This is your power Lucius, of course you can do it if you want, but would you?"

Malfoy's eyes were full of bloodshots, and his gaze on Dumbledore still remained, but his clenched teeth slowly loosened, and his voice was no longer a questioning tone.

"You know I won't, and if you can't fix what's going on at Hogwarts, it doesn't matter who comes."

Dumbledore's eyes were solemn, and he looked at Malfoy with a solemn expression.

"Now is not the time for those disputes of Vanity Fair, Lucius, you should know what the most important thing is now, among those petrified students lying in the school infirmary, there is your son Draco Malfoy ."

Malfoy was silent.

He stood silently on the spot, as if hesitating, but also thinking.

This good show entered the intermission stage, and Sherlock also took time out to tease Phoenix Fox, who was standing on the golden branch.

However, Fox obviously had no interest in him, and was unmoved by Sherlock's molesting, and he raised his head and looked at him with cold eyes, like saying "stupid human".

After about five minutes, Malfoy seemed to have finally made up his mind. He was no longer strong, and when he spoke again, his tone suddenly softened, even pleading.

"I have only one son, Dumbledore, and Narcissa and I can't lose him, please, really please..."

Snape and Professor McGonagall were all stunned by Malfoy's performance at this time. They had never seen this fox-like guy showing such a weak posture.

But Dumbledore seemed to have expected this, he stood up from his chair and stared at Malfoy with piercing eyes.

"He's a Hogwarts student, and I'll try to save him without you telling me. But what I want to know is, is there any way to end this? Or, is there anything you want to say to me, Lou Hughes."

"How would I know about what happened at Hogwarts?"

Malfoy's voice grew louder again, but this time he was more sullen.

"I mean maybe, maybe you can tell us something of value?" Dumbledore was unmoved, still staring at him

He was silent again.

However, the silence was not long this time, but Sherlock could clearly see that Malfoy had experienced a mental struggle that was even more difficult to decide than just now.

In the end, he seemed to force the words out of his mouth, speaking indistinctly.

"The youngest girl in the Weasleys, she has a problem..."

Dumbledore's furrowed brows relaxed, and Professor McGonagall looked at Malfoy in disbelief. Although Snape didn't act as fiercely as she did, he looked almost the same.

"Can you please call Miss Ginny Weasley from Gryffindor? Phineas."