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

Chapter 136 Thank You
As Lupine said, after finding Snape who asked him to help substitute for the class, he readily agreed.

Of course, this happiness is not the kind of happiness that ordinary people understand.

After Lupine and Sherlock found Snape together and asked him to help substitute for the class, Snape looked at them with a sneer, and to be precise, he looked at Lupine with a sneer.

"Since you have begged me for help like this, I will naturally agree to it regardless of the past."

His tone was obviously a bit eccentric, but Lupine still behaved mildly.

"Thank you very much for your generosity, Snape, I will bring you my teaching progress and preparations for the next teaching later, you can."

Snape cut him off grimly.

"Don't tell me these things, I'm a substitute teacher, then I naturally know what to teach the students, you don't need to tell me!"

Lupine didn't care about his attitude, shook his head with a wry smile, and stopped talking.

Sherlock stared at Snape with dead fish eyes.

"I only have one sixth-grade class this week, and it's a practical class. You just need to watch from the side and don't let the students have any accidents. There are no teaching steps. If you want to, you can do it. If you don't want to do it If so, I'll go to Professor McGonagall."

Snape was obviously dissatisfied with Sherlock's tone, but he groaned twice, as if he wanted to say something harsh, but in the end he didn't say it, he just said it coldly.

"I'll take care of it."

Sherlock looked at Snape suspiciously. He always felt that this was not at all like Snape's character. He was ready to ask Professor McGonagall for help just now, but who knew that he actually agreed down.

Lupine didn't think so much, after he left Snape's office with Sherlock, Sherlock looked at him curiously.

"Have you had any trouble with Snape before?"

A thoughtful expression appeared on Lupine's face, and he said with a forced smile.

"I'm sorry for him."

"Hey~ What you said is too ambiguous."

Lupine didn't want to say it clearly, and Sherlock didn't continue to ask. He had just returned to his own office after leaving Snape's office, when Silk knocked on the door and walked in.

"I need to go back to Germany."

Sherlock slumped on the chair and said melancholy.

"Ah, so you're ready to cross the river and tear down the bridge after you've accomplished your goal? Don't worry about me and plan to go back and claim credit?"

Silk didn't care about Sherlock's frustrated tone, she knew he was joking.

"In addition to sending Fiddlesticks back, the Ministry helped me meet with an old goblin who has lived from the goblin rebellion to the present. He may know something about the box on your neck. I will come back when I understand it. .”

Sherlock nodded sadly.

"Then I can only rely on you to have a little conscience, don't throw me away after you use it up."

Before he finished his frustrating words, Silk suddenly walked up to him, bent down and gave him a gentle hug.

"Thank you."

Sherlock was stunned on the spot, he only felt a soft body touch him, and then he left with a touch.

It took him a while to react, but by this time Silke had already left.

He continued to slump on the chair, the tip of his nose was still lingering with the faint fragrance unique to girls, while staring blankly at the ceiling, he muttered in a low voice.

"Just hug me to thank you? Who do you think I am? Hmph, at least you should hug me for a few more seconds."

Harry was very excited after being "blessed" by Sherlock.

Walking on the road, I stared at the ground all the time, thinking that I might pick up something good from the ground.

When eating in the auditorium, everyone was suspicious, thinking that he might catch Black at any time and sneak into Hogwarts again.

But after a whole day, he neither picked up money, nor caught Blake, and there were no well-meaning adults willing to help him sign the school-leaving consent form.

It was a very ordinary day, no different from usual.

This puzzled Harry who returned to the lounge at night.

"Could it be that Professor Forrest's blessing will be delayed? In fact, it's better to delay it. The day after tomorrow is the Quidditch match between us and Hufflepuff. I hope that good luck will be reflected in the match."

Ron couldn't answer Harry's question, and he wasn't in the mood to answer. He was tightly protecting Scabbers in his pocket, always guarding against Crookshanks who was eager to pounce in Hermione's arms.

This semester, they had quarreled many times because of their pets, but neither party tried to compromise.

It ended up breaking up again in the common room.

It wasn't until the next day's Defense Against the Dark Arts class that Harry realized that not only had he not been blessed with Sherlock's blessing, his luck seemed to have worsened.

This Defense Against the Dark Arts class was taken by Snape because Professor Lupine was unwell.

Of course, the class with Snape was not such a pleasant class, and it could even be said to be a terrible class.

At the beginning of the class, he ignored Professor Lupine's previous progress, but directly told them the last part of the third grade-werewolves.

The weather these days is very bad. Since last night, it has been violently stormy, and the strong wind outside is hitting the window, making a "bang bang bang" sound.

In the whole class, except for Hermione and Ron, who were reprimanded for a few words at the beginning, no one spoke again.

Only Snape kept walking between the desks, telling them how to identify and kill werewolves.

His voice was so fierce, as if he had a werewolf enemy.

After much difficulty, the class was finally passed, and the students ran out of the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom as if fleeing.

"Why did Professor Forrest's crow's mouth fail again?" Harry asked puzzled.

Hermione thinks about things from many more angles than they do.

"Professor, something may have happened to him physically, don't forget that he was not in a very good condition when we saw him yesterday, and under normal circumstances, if there is anything wrong with Professor Lupine, Professor Forrest should come Substitute instead of Snape, unless they're both busy at the same time."

What Hermione said made sense, and the three of them discussed at the stairs for a while and decided to go to Sherlock's office together.

They knocked on the door of the office of the Defense Against the Dark Arts Division on the third floor, and waited for a feeble "please come in" from inside before they pushed the door open and walked in.

As soon as Harry and the others entered the door, they saw Sherlock lying on the couch.

He seems to have used transfiguration to turn his armchair into a deck chair. At the same time, he is holding a cup of steaming black tea and is sitting by the window with a blanket on his legs. He is drinking tea while watching With the storm outside.

"Professor, are you sick?" Harry asked hesitantly.

Looking at Sherlock's current state, he really looks like a patient.

Sherlock half-closed his eyes, looked away from the rain outside the window, and looked at Harry and the three of them.

"No, I'm not sick, I'm just in a bad mood, but why do you come to me specifically to ask this?"

Hermione explained to him.

"Because Professor Lupine is also sick today, and Professor Snape is taking the class for us. Let's think about why it's not you."

"I know Lupine is ill." Sherlock took a sip of the black tea in his cup, "By the way, how was Snape's class for you today?"

When he asked, Harry and the three of them finally had a place to pour their bitter water.

They talked to each other, telling what Snape had just said in class.

After listening to their narration, Sherlock couldn't help feeling a little puzzled.

"He insisted on giving a werewolf lesson?"

"Yes! And Professor," Harry quietly ran up to Sherlock, like a young boy who wanted to sow discord, and whispered, "I think Professor Lupine's illness may have something to do with Snape , I saw him deliver a bowl of potion to Professor Lupin earlier, and let him drink it in front of his face."

Sherlock patted him on the head, sending him away.

"Just talk nonsense about anything. I can give Gryffindor ten points for defaming the professor. If you have nothing to do, go back to the lounge and stay by yourself. Don't bother me here."

Seeing that he didn't believe it, Harry had nothing to do, so he said goodbye to Sherlock and left his office.

After they all left, Sherlock continued to stare at the heavy rain outside the window in a daze, muttering to himself in a low voice.

"Pharmaceuticals, werewolves, there are conflicts. I feel uncomfortable these days. The moon is very round at night."

"Unlikely, right?"

Sherlock seemed to be asking and answering himself. After asking, he shook his head and continued to load the corpse on the couch.

The rain outside was getting heavier, and at the same time, a white lightning flashed across the sky, followed by rolling thunder.

Thunderstorm is coming.

The next morning, Sherlock woke up early.

It was still raining heavily outside, and it had been raining for a whole day and night, and there was no intention of stopping.

He stretched out and went out to the auditorium to have breakfast. He felt that his mood today was significantly better than the previous two days. Then when he was about to return to his office, he found that the students and the professor were walking outside the castle. .

Sherlock watched suspiciously as they walked out of the castle under an umbrella, and asked a student casually.

"What day is it today?"

"It's a Quidditch match between Gryffindor and Hufflepuff, Professor Forrest."

It was a tall and handsome boy who answered his question, he said with a smile.

"I hope you can support us. I am the captain of the Hufflepuff team."

Sherlock looked at him, remembering his name.

"It turned out to be Digory. I didn't expect you to be the captain of the team now."

"I'm going to hurry up and get ready. Good-bye, Professor."

Looking at the back of the student named Cedric Diggory, Sherlock shrugged.

"Anyway, I'm idle, let's go and have a look."

(End of this chapter)