It's just a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

Chapter 125 The Captured Sirius

Three broom bars, window seat.

Sherlock and Silk are sitting here, with a cup of warm black tea in front of them, and a plate of cookies in the middle of the table.

On the other side of the window, the rain was still pouring down, with no intention of stopping.

Silk sipped the black tea in his cup and remained silent for a while, while Sherlock stared at the falling rain on the eaves outside the window in a daze.

It was Silk's intention not to return to the castle, and as Dumbledore's designated watcher, Sherlock naturally couldn't go back alone.

Anyway, he only has four classes a week, and he is free now. It's nice to have afternoon tea in the tavern and watch the rain scene.

It's just that the scene has been silent, and the atmosphere is a bit too stuffy.

Sherlock had to take the initiative to find a topic.

"Where are your two companions? I remember one named Henry and the other Harry."

Silk's black tea specifically ordered that the bottom of the cup be filled with tea leaves, so when she took the last few sips, the tea was very bitter.

Even if you can't see her face, you can see from her frequent movements of taking a small sip that she doesn't really accept the taste, but in the end she drank all the black tea.

"They live in a hotel."

Sherlock propped his chin up and watched Silk, who was opposite him, start to focus on the tea dregs at the bottom of the cup, knowing that she was about to start divination.

He didn't bother, but shifted his gaze from the window to Silk. This was the first time he had seen the whole process of a fortune-teller performing a fortune-telling.

Overall it looks mediocre, nothing special.

Just staring at the tea dregs all the time, as if you can see the flowers from the finely broken tea leaves that have been soaked in water.

It's just that Silk's divination didn't seem to be going well this time. She maintained this action for half an hour without any reaction.

Sherlock has slowly finished the cookies on the plate, and refilled the third cup of black tea in the cup. After this afternoon tea, he doesn't need to eat any more dinner.

Finally, when the rain gradually stopped, the sky became darker and darker, and when the evening approached, Silk sighed imperceptibly, and stood up from the chair.

Sherlock also stood up, shrugged and said.

"Today is actually not bad. Although I didn't get anything, I should just come out and relax."

When he got up, he accidentally touched a corner of the table, causing the table to shake, and the tea dregs in the cup also shifted.

Silk, who had just stood up, was suddenly stunned. She stared at the tea dregs in the cup whose orientation had been changed, and she seemed to see a big black dog in it!
She suddenly raised her head and said to Sherlock very seriously.

"You can say more about things like this in the future!"

Then he turned around and walked briskly outside the bar.

Sherlock saw that she must have found something in the end, and didn't pay attention to the somewhat impolite words she said, and followed her out of the Three Broomsticks bar.

The rain had just stopped, and the humid air was still a bit cold. Silk's footsteps were hurried, her black leather boots stepped on the puddles, and the splashed mud stained the hem of her robe, but she didn't care.

Sherlock also hurried after her.

"What are you looking for?"

"Dog, a big black dog."

Sherlock was taken aback for a moment. He remembered the big black dog he saw next to the trash can in the alley on the first day he came to Hogsmeade.

He took Silk's arm.

"I know where that dog is."

They came to a remote alley.

This is like a place where residents of a small town dispose of garbage. There are five tin trash cans inside, and in a shadowy corner behind the trash cans, there is a big black dog lying on its stomach.

The dog was lying on the ground as if it was sleeping, Sherlock and Silk didn't get too close, but stood far away and stared at it.

"So what's so special about this dog?" Sherlock asked suspiciously.

Silk stared at the big black dog with her invisible eyes, and her voice became cold and calm again.

"It will lead us to some clues."

Sherlock slowly drew his wand.

"Okay, maybe your divination is right, but before we do that, we need to make sure it won't run away."

After running around all night to check whether the previous secret path can still be used, Sirius is very tired now.

He hadn't had a good night's sleep or a warm meal during the days when he was being hounded by Dementors and Ministry Aurors.

It rained suddenly again this afternoon, and Sirius could only lie down under the damp eaves, trying his best to fall asleep and recover the energy he had spent at night.

He had already confirmed that most of those secret passages were intact, so he planned to wait for the opportunity, sneak into Hogwarts secretly, and finally catch that damned traitor and bite him to pieces!

In his drowsy sleep, he seemed to have caught Peter and was torturing him with the cruelest method in the world, asking him why he betrayed James in the first place.

However, at this moment, a hint of danger surged into his heart!
Sirius woke up suddenly, and when he opened his eyes, he realized that an iron cage around him was slowly forming around him!
His heart was tense, and he subconsciously thought that his disguise had been discovered!

With the strength of his limbs, he jumped up suddenly, trying to jump out of the cage that was not yet fully formed.

But Sherlock is quicker than he thinks!

Transfiguration quickly completed the final steps, and it was completely sealed at the moment Sirius jumped up!
Inside the iron cage, Sirius had a look of despair in his eyes.

If he is caught back this time, there is a high probability that the Ministry of Magic will not imprison him in Azkaban, but will directly reward him with a dementor's kiss.

Sirius is not afraid of death. He is afraid that no one will know Peter's true face after he dies. He will disguise himself as a mouse and lurk beside Harry Potter. Who knows what he will do in the future?
After successfully catching the big black dog, Sherlock and Silk walked closer to the cage and stared at the ashen-eyed, despairing Sirius inside.

Sherlock stroked his chin.

"This dog is really different. It actually has such a human expression. It reminds me of Hagrid's Fang. Although his dog is timid, he is also very smart."

Sirius, who was in despair, heard Sherlock's words, and immediately reacted with a jolt!

It was only then that he noticed that the clothes on Sherlock and Silk were obviously not the Aurors in the Ministry of Magic.

And he still remembers Sherlock's appearance. In the few days when he first came to Hogsmeade, he saw the Auror interrogating him with his own eyes, and he still remembered that he was a professor in Hogwarts!
So, he wasn't discovered?

Is there still a chance to continue to escape?

Sirius, who wanted to understand, saw hope again!

He wagged his tail in the cage, stuck out his tongue at Charlotte, and tried to look like a normal dog.

Sherlock looked at the black dog who was still suffering and hating just now, but now showed such a flattering look after being caught by him, nodded and concluded.

"It's very smart, we have to be careful later, and it must not let it escape."

Sirius' face froze instantly, he stretched out his tongue halfway, but he didn't retract it, nor did he continue to wag his tail.

Silk ignored Sherlock teasing the very clever black dog, but stared at Sirius with those invisible eyes.

"The night before yesterday, did you find anything unexpected in this small town?"

This witch covered half of her face with a hood, giving Sirius a different aura.

She obviously didn't look at herself with her eyes, but she seemed to have seen him from the inside out, and there was no secret at all.

At the same time, her question also reminded him of the scene he had inadvertently witnessed the night he first came to Hogsmeade, the night when the owner of the stationery store was killed.

Sirius knew that there was a homicide in Hogsmeade recently, but he couldn't manage his own affairs, so how could he have the energy to care about the lives and deaths of others.

But today it seems that he was caught because of this incident.

Sirius, who understood what they wanted to do with him, was relieved, as long as his identity was not discovered, he could accept it.

He wagged his tail more cheerfully, signaling that he could take them somewhere.

Unable to communicate in words, Sherlock and the others naturally couldn't understand what he was expressing just by wagging his tail, but Sherlock also knew that he needed to let the black dog move freely first.

He stretched out his wand and tapped on the iron cage, causing the cage to shrink rapidly, and finally turned into countless ropes, tightly binding Sirius, and Sherlock was holding the end of the dog rope.

Such a cautious approach directly made Sirius, who was still thinking that he could see the opportunity to escape, completely give up, and honestly led them in front.

Sherlock led the dog on a leash, Silk followed him, and Sirius led the way. In this way, the two of them and the dog arrived at another bar in Hogsmeade.

Pig's Head Bar.

An old and dirty bar, the bartender's service attitude is also very poor, and the length is far less than that of Ms. Rosmerta of the Three Broomsticks Bar.

But the people who come to this bar are often people of all levels. Here you can meet some wizards who wander in the gray area all day long, and this is often a place for them to conduct some illegal transactions.

Sirius didn't bring Sherlock and the others into the bar, but turned a corner and came to the backyard of the bar.

The place looks messy, with broken wine barrels piled up all over the floor for who knows how many years, and some old tables and benches are thrown here and there in a mess.

Sirius hadn't moved since he came here. That night, he just saw something weird disappear here.

Sherlock and Silk looked around, and soon they found a few more withered straws in a corner!
(End of this chapter)