Just a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

After Sherlock saw the boy, although his inner shock was no weaker than Harry and Ron, he was still calm on the surface.

While clenching his wand, he silently touched the third button under his robe with his left hand.

"Tom Riddle?" he asked softly.

The black-haired boy sitting in the chair heard Sherlock's name, and his expression seemed a little surprised, and he seemed to be expecting it.

"Professor Sherlock Forrest." He said with the same smile, and slowly stood up from the chair.

"I don't know if you have noticed, this is not the first time we have met."

Sherlock grabbed Harry and Ron's hands and pulled them behind him, staring at Tom.

"The first time was that bookstore?"

Tom roamed the Gryffindor common room as if he were walking in his own courtyard.

"You really have felt me ​​since that time."

He walked to the fireplace, where the fire had long since been extinguished. It was the darkest area in the entire lounge now, but his originally illusory body there seemed a little real.

"I also found out that you were unusual at first, and felt that you were a little different from others. It wasn't until the second time I met you at Hogwarts that it confirmed my guess even more, so I hid it in time. Get yourself up."

Sherlock heard his words and thought back to the first time he met the Malfoys at the bookstore, and the marks on his arms were searing.

And came to Hogwarts, met Neville in the castle, the reaction of the second mark.

His face was solemn.

"You've been in Navena since the beginning?"

I don't know if it was Sherlock's delusion, but when he asked this sentence, Tom's face darkened a bit.

"That idiot!" he said coldly.

"He didn't start contacting me until the third week of school. He was stupid and timid. I was still very weak at that time and could only induce him constantly. He was willing to open the door of the secret room, but two After the attack he realized something was wrong."

"Obviously we were good friends who talked about everything before,

He told me how strict his grandmother was, how his classmates in Gryffindor looked down on him, how he admired Harry Potter's greatness and hated his own cowardice. Only I, his best friend Riddle, would want to talk to him a day or two. "

"But after getting rid of the Muggle who likes to hold a camera, he actually felt that I was manipulating him."

"This cowardly idiot intended to burn me down at that time!"

Tom's voice was angry, an anger that he had been betrayed by such a fool.

"One night, he threw me in this fireplace and used magic, and he was so nervous that he didn't even have the guts to check if I was burnt to ashes. He didn't know that I was invulnerable, so I was lying in this fireplace. Two days later, it was picked up by another student."

When he said this, his voice suddenly became playful.

"That prefect surnamed Weasley may seem shrewd, but he's actually much more controllable than this idiot."

Harry and Ron, who were hiding behind Sherlock, suddenly exclaimed.

"Percy!"

"Ah, yes, that's what he's called, Percy Weasley, a boy addicted to power and sure to have a bright future."

"I made a simple deal with him."

Tom's gaze met Harry's, who was sticking his head out from Sherlock's back, coldly.

"He wants revenge on a guy, and I'm here to help him, and he just has to put me on the other boy's desk afterwards. All that's left is our meeting, right, Harry."

Harry shuddered as he thought about Malfoy being attacked, and when the diary had appeared on his desk for no apparent reason.

"In hindsight, Weasley didn't even have a memory of me because I devoured Neville and his fear and greed, I got stronger and they got weaker, so I can tell you Open up a part of my memory in hopes of regaining your trust Harry."

Speaking of this, his voice became cold again.

"But I didn't expect that after you communicated with me only once, you stopped looking for me. And this idiot stole me after finding out that not only did I not get burned, but fell into your hands."

Tom walked up to Neville and looked at his pale face with disdain.

"He tried to hand me over to the school, but with my strength at the time, he couldn't resist at all. He struggled, desperately trying to get rid of my control, and left some messages, but he didn't know it at all. , the things he left behind were all deliberately left by me."

"What caught me off guard is that Harry Potter, the savior who is worshipped by countless people, is so timid. After learning all the key clues and knowing where the entrance to the secret room is, not only did you not touch it yourself Come here, but ran to tell the teacher!"

Harry didn't feel ashamed when he heard what he said, but instead gave him a smug look.

He knew that if he and Ron really ran into Tom's trap recklessly, then they were really over.

Faced with Harry's provocation, Tom didn't care, he said casually.

"Fortunately, I adjusted the countermeasures in time and waited for you in this lounge. You evacuated all the students and made it quiet here, and no one will disturb us."

Ron stammered, clutching the corner of Sherlock's robe tightly.

"So... so what are you trying to do?"

"Of course, in order to have the feat of defeating the greatest wizard of all time, the savior of the wizarding world, Harry Potter!" You, who escaped from Voldemort's hands and destroyed his power, can still escape from my hands now!"

Harry swallowed.

"What does Voldemort have to do with you?"

Sherlock said lightly.

"Can't you see it? Harry, who else in the world is so obsessed with you, Tom Riddle, Voldemort."

At some point, the wand in his hand had quietly turned its direction and aimed at the closed portrait passage behind him.

Tom was a little surprised that Sherlock could reveal his identity, but he was not too shocked. His identity was not a very secret secret, but most people in the know were reluctant to mention it.

Harry and Ron were both stunned.

They didn't expect that the boy in front of them was actually the black devil himself who couldn't even mention his name!