Just a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

Sherlock took Harry and Ron back to Hagrid's cabin.

He lit the stove again, put some water in the kettle, and put it on the stove to wait for the water to boil.

Ron and Harry sat on the bench like elementary school students, while Sherlock lay down on Hagrid's sofa, waved his wand and brought a plate of cookies that looked good, and watched calmly. Both of them.

"Tell me, why did you run into the forbidden forest?"

Harry sat on pins and needles, still hesitating whether to tell the truth.

Sherlock didn't urge him, just held the biscuits and grinded his teeth.

It's not that he has any special hobbies, but when he put the biscuits in his mouth, he discovered that unless he has the bite force of a giant, he can only grind his teeth with something like a stone.

Ron said quietly.

"Why don't we all tell Professor Forrest, he already knows Hagrid's innocence anyway."

Harry finally made up his mind and told Sherlock all about the diary and Riddle.

From the time he found the diary on the desk, to the conversation with Riddle in it, to the fact that he brought himself into his memory, and saw what happened fifty years ago, etc., all told.

The further back Sherlock listened, the darker his face became, and in the end, he threw away all the biscuits that had been grinding his teeth and just stared at Harry like that.

After Harry finished telling what he had experienced, Sherlock's eyes stared at his hair, and he asked timidly.

"Teach... Professor, why are you looking at me like that?"

"You said the owner of that diary was Tom Riddle?" Sherlock asked sullenly.

Harry nodded like a chicken pecking at the rice.

"He also chatted with you and showed you the experience of Hagrid's arrest fifty years ago?"

Harry continued pecking at the rice.

"And then that diary was in your hands for months and you lost it again?"

Halimi couldn't peck anymore, he already felt that Sherlock was in a wrong mood, so he asked cautiously.

"Professor, what's wrong with Riddle's diary?"

"It's not just the diary that has a problem, the three of you have a big problem too!"

Sherlock's voice grew louder. This was the first time he had such a strong urge to curse.

"After learning about Hagrid fifty years ago from that diary, why didn't you report it to the school?"

Harry explained guiltily.

"We're afraid of Hagrid being misunderstood, we don't think he's the type to hurt people."

Sherlock almost laughed at him.

"Even you all know that Hagrid is not that kind of person, Dumbledore, McGonagall and Hagrid have known each other for more than fifty years, do they know if Hagrid is that kind of person? You are too self-righteous and underestimate adults. right?"

Harry and Ron looked at each other, a little ashamed and a little confused.

They knew it was wrong for them not to report to school, but they didn't understand why Sherlock was so angry.

Sherlock was a little irritable. If Harry got the diary and turned it in, there would be no more troublesome things.

But think about it, if Harry and the others were really such good babies, they wouldn't be the protagonists of this world.

He sighed, calmed down, waved his hand and said to them.

"The real murderer who opened the secret room wasn't the Hogwarts student at all, it was the diary, the student named Tom Riddle in it was the descendant of Slytherin, and he framed Hagrid 50 years ago. ."

Harry and Ron stared like cowbells.

None of them would have imagined that the diary was actually the biggest black hand behind the scenes, and it remained in their hands for two whole months!

Looking back on the previous things carefully, you can indeed find some unusual places from the clues.

As long as the diary was in Harry's hands, there were no more attacks in the castle.

But when the diary just disappeared, the attack happened again, and there was obviously a problem in the middle.

Harry and Ron were in a bad mood right now.

They would have had a chance to stop all this later, because Hermione had proposed to them to give the diary to the teacher, but they did not listen to her.

In disguise, it was equivalent to them causing Hermione to be petrified and become what she is now.

Sherlock shook his head.

"It's too late to say this now. Hogwarts is about to close the school. This is not a solution. Come on, I will take you back to the castle."

Dejected, Harry and Ron returned to the castle under the escort of Sherlock.

And deep in the Forbidden Forest, where Sherlock set fire.

At this time, the centaurs had already felt the movement and gathered by the sea of ​​​​fire.

"We must organize the firefighting! The direction of the wind is blowing the fire into our territory. If no measures are taken, the fire will burn to our tribe in less than a night!"

A rare and handsome centaur Firenze, with surprisingly blue eyes and white-blond hair, is organizing his people to put out the fire.

Another bearded man looked wild and proud, while the black-haired centaur Bane said irritably.

"Who the hell did this! The winter hasn't completely passed, and the Forbidden Forest is full of dead branches. Is he going to burn the entire Forbidden Forest to the ground!"

It is no exaggeration to say that this fire will burn down the entire forbidden forest.

Compared with when Sherlock left, the flames at this time had spread to a range of hundreds of meters, and all the flammable trees around were ignited!

In addition, the wind was still strong tonight, and the flames spread extremely fast. Even if the horsemen wanted to organize a firefighting, they could not put out the fire with their numbers and abilities.

Firenze looked at the overwhelming sea of ​​fire and shook his head in pain.

"There is no need to put out the fire, and immediately organize the clansmen to evacuate from the tribe. We have to leave. We cannot put out this fire alone."

Bane was irritable and trampled the leaves on the ground with his hooves. Just as they were about to lead the clan to evacuate, the wind suddenly stopped!

The gale subsided, and Firenze and Baine both showed surprise in their eyes.

When the wind stops, it means that the fire will not continue to spread, then they can have hope of fighting the fire!

However, before they could organize their tribesmen to fight the fire again, a much stronger wind blew up again than before!

It's just that the wind direction has changed this time, and it began to sweep in the opposite direction from before, with a sea of ​​fire that was more violent than before, surrounding and spreading in the other direction.

Bane stared blankly at the magical scene in front of him.

"Aren't we going to move tribes?"

Firenze looked at the stars in the sky with a shocked expression, and then turned his attention to the place where the fire shifted.

"The horoscope actually changed... We're all right, but judging from the direction the fire is spreading... Those spiders will all be burned to death!"