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

Chapter 141
The dark golden locket swayed gently in the sunlight, reflecting slightly dazzling light.

Sherlock looked at it with a frown, as if he had discovered something wrong.

"Do you feel that this thing looks newer than when I first got it?"

Silke heard his words, walked to Sherlock's side, and took the locket from his hand.

She didn't see it with her eyes, but felt it in a strange way.

Because the locket cannot leave Sherlock's neck, the distance between the two is very close now. Sherlock can even feel Silk's warm breath. He leans back against the back of the chair unconsciously. .

"It's a little bit different from the beginning."

Silk came to a conclusion,
Sherlock was also recalling what Dumbledore had said.

"Professor Dumbledore said that this thing doesn't look like a bad thing at present, but the unknown is also a trouble. Can he feel that this thing is slowly repairing itself, or is it self-recharging?"

"If it's repairing itself, the day it's repaired and it can be opened should be the day you can take it off your body."

There was only so much information they could learn about this locket.

After Silk came back and told Sherlock the information she already knew, she had to return to the German Ministry of Magic again.

She also needs to be present during the interrogation of Fiddlesticks. If she can ask this evil monster for its purpose of finding this locket, then maybe some key clues can also be obtained.

"I don't think your thank you last time was sincere, do you want to do it again?"

Before she left, Sherlock raised his eyebrows and opened his arms, jokingly speaking.

Hearing his words, Silk stood where she was, and then under Sherlock's astonished expression, she actually came over and hugged him gently!

This time, she didn't leave at the touch of a button, but just hugged him for a long time.

Smelling the delicate fragrance of the girl with the tip of his nose, and feeling the soft body in his arms, Sherlock became a little at a loss. He raised his two hands, not knowing where to put them, and he couldn't even speak. Some stuttered.

"I, I'm kidding."

"I know."

Silk's voice was still so cold and ethereal, it was clearly speaking in Sherlock's ear, but it seemed a little out of reach, but the hot air exhaled from her mouth really made him feel her warmth. exist.

"Last time, it was to thank you for helping me capture Fiddlesticks."

Sherlock felt his ears itch, and his heart was terribly nervous.

He just dared to talk about it. In fact, in his two lifetimes, he only held a girl's hand once during a group dance in elementary school.

"Well, then what?"

"This time is to thank you for the Patronus Charm and let me let go of some things."

She said.

The sun was slowly moving westward in the sky. At this time, the sun just shone from the window into the farthest part of the house, illuminating Sherlock's slightly trembling back, and Silk's slightly evoked wonderful smile hidden under the hood. Curved lips.

This hug lasted so long that Sherlock felt his legs go numb.

"Is it okay?" Silk seemed to feel Sherlock's trembling more violently.

"Cocoa is ok."

Silk let go of Sherlock, and she turned and walked towards the door.

"After Fiddlesticks has news, I will come back and tell you as soon as possible. Even if you can open that box before then, I don't recommend you to open it."

Sherlock leaned on the table and watched her leave the office, and then he sat tremblingly on the chair, leaning against the back of the chair and staring at the ceiling with blank eyes, as if someone had sucked his soul away.

After a long time, his broken eyes regrouped, he waved his hand fiercely, and then lightly patted his mouth twice.

"Let your mouth be cheap, let your mouth be cheap, let your mouth be cheap."

Harry had forgotten how he got back from Hogsmeade.

He lay numb on the bed alone, the conversations he overheard in the tavern kept ringing in his mind.

"The two are inseparable, a good pair, Sirius Black and James Potter!"

"You'd think Black and Potter were brothers!"

"Potter trusted Black more than he trusted any of his friends. They still did when they left school. When James and Lily got married, Black was best man. Then they called Black Harry's godfather. "

"Dumbledore offered to be the Potters' secret keeper himself, but James insisted on Black."

"Blake has betrayed them, he's tired of being a double-faced persona and is going to publicly announce his support for You-Know-Who!"

"Dirty, smelly traitor!"

"He blew up their other friend Peter Pettigrew to nothing but a finger!"

The words of Professor McGonagall, Professor Flitwick, Hagrid, and Minister of Magic Fudge kept flashing through his mind, making Harry unable to be quiet even for a moment.

He thought of Blake's appearance in the photo, that handsome and smiling man, his appearance was completely out of proportion to his heart, did he already serve Voldemort when the photo was taken?Still thinking about how to kill your parents?

As night fell, Harry just kept lying on the bed and thinking wildly. Because of Christmas, he didn't have to go to Sherlock's office to learn the Patronus Charm today, so he could stay in the dormitory all the time.

Ron came back later, and he called Harry softly, but Harry pretended to be asleep and ignored him.

But in fact, he thought about it all night, and it seemed that a poison called hatred was flowing all over his body, which made him not sleepy at all.

He seemed to be able to see Black standing in front of him and laughing wildly, showing the foolishness of trusting him to his parents who mocked him.

Harry fell asleep in a daze until the sky outside had begun to fade.

He didn't wake up until noon. At this time, the Christmas holidays had begun, and the other Gryffindor students had already boarded the train home. There were only Harry, Ron and Hermione in the common room.

Harry's face was visibly ugly.

Hermione and Ron looked at each other, and began to comfort Harry as they had agreed before, but their words had no effect.

Harry seemed to have completely sunk into hating Black.

His words clearly showed that he wanted revenge on Black, which worried Ron and Hermione.

In order to distract him, Hermione and Ron decided to take Harry to find Hagrid. When they arrived at Hagrid's hut, they found that Hagrid was also in trouble.

Malfoy's father, Lucius, filed a complaint against Buckbeak in the Ministry of Magic for the fact that Buckbeak, the Hippogriff and Winged Beast, scratched Malfoy in the first class on the Protection of Magical Beasts. this matter.

Hagrid was very sad about this, he knew very well that he could never win this lawsuit, Buckbeak finally ushered in only death.

This incident successfully attracted Harry's desire to seek revenge from Black, and the three of them began to help Hagrid find some files on this aspect, hoping to help him win the lawsuit.

And so on until the day before Christmas.

While Harry and the three of them were still looking for files that would help Hagrid's lawsuit, Sherlock walked out of the gate of Hogwarts and was picking and picking the dementors guarding around the school.

No one can say for sure what kind of state the way of thinking of creatures like dementors is.

But what is certain is that among them there are leaders and led.

But the so-called leadership is simply making some unified plans, their thinking is very simple, and there is no collective concept.

Gathering together is purely because everyone can come to "delicious food" when they are together. As for someone of the same kind being bullied or killed, they don't care at all, and they don't feel any desire for revenge.

These are the conclusions reached by the original owner after going to Azkaban for a month.

Therefore, if one of these dementors suddenly disappeared, the other dementors would not have any special reaction, or even notice anything.

This gave Sherlock the opportunity to invite one of the dementors to visit his office.

Yes, today he was going to warmly invite a dementor to drink tea in the castle. It was really hard for them to patrol outside in such a cold day.

With such warm hospitality from him, the honest Dementor must be very happy and willing to be his experimental tool and teaching object for a few days.

The scene of the host and guest enjoying themselves in this way came to Sherlock's mind, so he focused on a single dementor floating around in the snow.

Hiding behind a tree and quietly pulling out his wand, Sherlock whispered the Patronus spell.

But the patron saint was not summoned by him, only a few thin silver threads of light appeared on the tip of his staff, surrounding the dementor under his control.

The dementor stood there blankly, its simple way of thinking made it unable to understand why such a situation happened suddenly.

Then those few threads of light suddenly tightened, and gray smoke continued to rise from the contact with the dementor's body.

At the same time, Sherlock jumped out from behind the tree like a hunter who saw a good harvest of prey, took out the sack that had been prepared in advance, and covered it on the bound dementor!
Normal objects have no way of affecting this kind of life, so the sack actually only serves as a shield, and it is the lines conjured by Sherlock's Patronus Charm that really control the dementors.

Then he used the bubble head spell on the sack to isolate it and cover up the smell.

Dementors have no eyes, they can only rely on emotion and smell to identify the target.

After that, he swaggered in front of the other dementors, and invited the dementor back to Hogwarts castle.

(End of this chapter)