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

Chapter 135 Sherlock's Sorrow
Dumbledore drew out his own wand, which was a straight wand with small wooden knots and strange shapes.

He tapped the locket lightly with his wand, as if casting some spell.

A slight white light flashed, but the locket remained unchanged.

Dumbledore shook his head and put it back.

"This is a very old object. The reason why it sticks to you seems to be that it regards you as its owner. It's just that its magic power is still recovering, so there is no way to open it."

"It can repair itself, or in other words it can be called self-recharging. After its magic power recovers to a sufficient level, it can be opened and removed at that time."

Sherlock looked at the locket sadly.

"So does it do me any harm now?"

"It is definitely harmless until it is restored." Dumbledore said, "but after it becomes a complete magic item, the result is a little uncertain. I suggest that you don't open it even if you can, maybe You can ask Silk to go back to the German Ministry of Magic to help you inquire, find out what this thing is, and decide how to deal with it."

Dumbledore's proposal is very pertinent, and this is the best way to deal with it before there is no other way.

"As long as it doesn't affect me for the time being, that's fine." Sherlock said dejectedly, "I have completed the task you gave me. Silk caught the murderer."

Dumbledore looked at him approvingly.

"I will ask the Ministry of Magic for your credit. The German Ministry of Magic may not be able to give you any public rewards because they want to hide the matter, but I guess they may privately award you a German Friendly Wizard Medal."

"What's the use of that thing anyway? I already have a French Ministry of Magic on me."

Dumbledore explained to him.

"Foreign wizards with this medal can freely use the Floo network built by the Ministry of Magic of their country without applying, or they can apply at an appropriate time to use some door keys released from their country, as well as some small benefits for settling in their country. "

Sherlock sat up from the table, his eyes drooping as if he hadn't woken up.

"That sounds pretty good."

Dumbledore looked at his current state with some concern.

"Are you still in class?"

Sherlock scratched his head, always feeling a kind of sadness, sorrow, and sad emotions welling up from the bottom of his heart.

"I have a fifth grade class tonight, try it, if it doesn't work, I will ask Lupine to substitute for me."

Dumbledore shook his head slightly.

"Lupine is also in a bad state recently. You should take this afternoon's class first. If there is no way to continue, take a break for a week."

"Okay, professor, then I'll go first."

Sherlock left the principal's office listlessly, hunched over.

Back in his office, Sherlock held the locket stuck to him in his hand, studied it for a long time in the sunlight outside the window, and muttered something to himself.

"It looks pretty good, just take it with you."

He didn't go to the auditorium to eat at noon, but lay down on the desk for a while to recover some energy, then checked the time, packed up the things needed for class, and walked to the fifth grade Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.

The students basically arrived before the class bell rang. As soon as Sherlock entered the classroom, his state attracted everyone's attention.

"Professor, are you sick?"

George, one of the Weasley twins, asked suspiciously.

Sherlock walked to the podium, found an extra seat and transformed it into a high-leg chair with polymorphing, then sat on it, resting his elbows on the podium to support his chin.

"Don't worry, it's not sick, it's just a little emotional problem. We can start class now, everyone, take out the test papers I sent to you last time after grading."

The students looked at each other below. Some of them were worried about Sherlock's current state, while others felt that Sherlock in this state was very interesting.

"You didn't finish the test paper very well last time. There were a lot of question types that I talked about in the class. I just changed the way of making the questions for you and you wouldn't be able to do it. This is not good. When correcting the test paper It made me very unhappy."

"I have emphasized many times about how to correctly view the three unforgivable curses. You can express your own ideas, but when expressing your ideas, you must not forget to focus on the unforgivable core of the problem. It depends on the erosion of the wizard's psychology by the curse."

"This is the focus of this question to examine you. As a result, many Slytherin students actually wrote that there is no right or wrong power. The Ministry of Magic's ban on wizards using the Unforgivable Curse is a wrong decree."

"Let me not talk about whether you have the tendency to become a black wizard with this kind of thinking, just writing such outrageous thoughts directly on the topic proves that you have no brains, which makes me very worried about seeing you again in the future Time, in the prison of Azkaban."

There was a burst of laughter from the Gryffindors below.

They had always been at odds with Slytherin, so naturally they were the happiest laughing now.

Sherlock rolled his eyes at them feebly.

"Is there no idiot in Gryffindor? What are you laughing at? I won't say who, but how do many of you answer this question? Brave wizards should bravely face the Unforgivable Curse , Pure men will never be afraid of the pain of the Cruciatus Curse, the Imperius Curse is useless to a real man, after 18 years after taking the Killing Curse, he will be a good man again."

"These are all reckless thoughts. Those who don't know are so fearless. At least I can see those Slytherin students when I go to Azkaban. How about you? Wait for me to chat with you in front of the tombstone?"

Now it was the turn of the Slytherin students to laugh mockingly.

"It's really not as good as one class. You are really the worst class of students I have ever supervised. This makes me really worried about your grade exam at the end of this semester. If you fail in the exam, and your last class The seniors and sisters all have excellent grades, how are you going to find a job in the magic world after graduation?"

Sherlock sighed sadly.

Hearing his words, a Gryffindor girl said weakly.

"But professor, including us, you have only supervised two fifth grade students?"

"You have only taken two terms, and you are also the worst one."

Not only are the students below not ashamed of this, but they find it even more interesting, Fried asked loudly.

"Are you trying to motivate us, Professor, or are you saying the same to the next fifth grade?"

"Stop making fooling me here, spread out your test papers quickly, we're going to start talking."

When it was time to start studying, the attitude of the students became more solemn. By the fifth grade, they also knew that the last three years at Hogwarts would be the days when they should work hard.

Sherlock remembered the title of the first question on the test paper.

"How to make a reasonable counterattack or escape when faced with the pursuit of werewolves."

"I told you about the core of the discussion that is the easiest to score for this question. The Ministry of Magic's policy on werewolves has always been extremely friendly in propaganda, but very direct in practice."

"You can add your own thoughts when solving the problem, but you also need to bring some practical things. In the class explaining werewolves, we said that the best way to deal with werewolves is to directly apparate Don't try to cast a spell on him, their resistance to spells is even comparable to that of giants, and normal spells won't have any effect on them."

"So when you have the ability to use Apparition, you must use Apparation immediately. If you don't have the conditions or you don't know how to do it, then then"

When talking about this, a strong sadness suddenly rushed into Sherlock's heart.

It made him feel that everything in the world is gray and white, people will always die, and early death can lead to early rebirth.

So he went on in despair

"Then lie on the ground and wait for death."

Immediately, all the students below looked up from the test paper in shock and looked at Sherlock.

"You, are you all right, Professor?"

"Are you serious? Professor, this is the correct solution to this problem!"

Sherlock patted his face, trying to lift his spirits, but it didn't work.

He looked at the ceiling of the classroom in a daze, and said sadly.

"Sorry, everyone, you should go to self-study first this session. It looks like I'm going to take a good rest for a week. Or I'm going to find Lupine to see if he has time to help me with a few days of lessons."

The sadness potion has seriously affected Sherlock's mood, and the class must not continue, otherwise he will not know what depressing things he will say later.

Sherlock asked the fifth grade students to study by themselves in the classroom first, and then went to Lupin's office sadly, asking him if he had time to help him with a few lessons.

Then he found Lupine, who happened to be going out too.

"I'm sorry Sherlock, I have something to do recently, and I just want to ask you for help, to see if you have time."

Lupine's face was also obviously pale, not like a normal person.

The two brothers and sisters met together.

Sherlock said sadly.

"That's really unfortunate. We can't take the defense class this week."

Lupine sighed.

"Or just ask Snape for a favor, he'll be more than happy to help with a few defense lessons."

"Snape? Are you sure he'd really like it?"

"If he is asked to help with other things, he will definitely refuse, but if it is a defense class, he should readily agree."

(End of this chapter)