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

Chapter 143 Harry's Effort

Once Christmas is over, it's time for Sherlock to give Harry tutoring again.

When Harry came to Sherlock's office that night, he was in a bad mood.

Because of the reason Hermione informed Professor McGonagall, the professor asked the professor to take away the "Firebolt", a flying broomstick that someone gave him, and sent it for inspection.

Although Harry understood that Hermione was doing it for his own good, he couldn't help but be angry with her in his heart.

Sherlock obviously noticed Harry's emotions too, and he tapped the table with his wand and said.

"I suggest that you better clean up your mood and adjust your mood to be happier, because I invited a special gentleman to be your partner today."

Harry was immediately attracted by Sherlock's words.

"Who is it? Professor Lupine?"

"How could Lupine be your partner for the Patronus Charm?"

Sherlock shrugged his shoulders. He didn't continue to play tricks, but waved his wand lightly at the cabinet in the corner, and the silver thread tied to it suddenly disappeared, and a black-robed creature like mud rolled out of it.

Harry stared at this thing for a moment, and after he looked carefully at the creature lying on the ground, he realized that it was actually a living dementor!
Seeing its species, Harry jumped back subconsciously with his eyes wide open.

"Teach, professor! That's what you mean by sparring!"

The half-dead dementor that was tortured by Sherlock these two days wriggled on the ground for a long time before floating up.

It is immortal, and its self-healing ability is extremely powerful. Even if it does not eat, it will slowly recover its strength. Of course, if it eats enough food, its recovery speed will be faster.

Hearing Harry's question, Sherlock nodded.

"Some time ago, I invited this gentleman to come to my office as a guest outside Hogwarts. Not only did he generously agree, but he also politely expressed that he would repay me, and then I asked him to do me a little favor, by the way Be your sparring partner."

Hearing Sherlock's words, Harry showed an expression that only a ghost would believe you.

He also knows a lot about creatures like dementors these days, and he knows that they can't communicate at all under normal circumstances, let alone say please come back as a guest, and even return it.

Sherlock must have grabbed it with his own hands.

While they were talking, the dementor had slowly regained some energy, and it sensed the presence of a fresh and delicious food producer in this room besides the demon.

It didn't dare to provoke that evil demon, but greedily wanted to absorb the fragrance of happiness and hope from Harry.

At the same time, Harry felt freezing cold, and his mother's dying pleas rang in his ears again.

The Dementor floated over from the closet, a vague, sheer veil connecting it to Harry.

Sherlock didn't take action to stop the dementor from absorbing Harry's positive emotions, but woke up Harry whose eyes had become disintegrated with a loud shout.

"Use the Patronus Charm I taught you!"

Harry immediately woke up from that absent-minded state, but he still felt the coldness from the bottom of his heart, and his whole body was trembling uncontrollably.

He gritted his teeth and raised his wand to aim at the dementor that was still slowly drifting towards him, waving his arms and chanting a spell.

"Call God Guard!"

But no ray of light emerged from the tip of his staff, and the dementor was not affected at all, but had already floated in front of Harry!
At this moment, a silver thread of light suddenly tied it up, and then the thread retracted, pulling the dementor back into the cabinet the next moment, and finally closed the door again.

Harry's eyes that had become empty regained their spirits again, and he gasped heavily, as if he had just walked back from the brink of death.

Sherlock put down his wand and handed him a cup of hot cocoa that was already on the table.

Harry took the cup with trembling hands, and said sadly.

"I'm sorry, Professor, but as soon as I saw it, my mother's voice rang in my ears, which prevented me from concentrating on using the Patronus Charm."

Sherlock had expected this.

Using the Patronus Charm in a normal practice situation is completely different from using the Patronus Charm in the face of a dementor.

The desperate aura emanating from the dementor was enough to frighten the wizard.

It made it impossible for them to recall the slightest happy emotion from their minds, which led to the fact that the spells that might have been used originally could not be used at the critical moment.

But also under the high pressure of facing the dementors, it will be easier to stimulate the potential of wizards. When they overcome the influence brought by the dementors themselves, it will be of great help to the learning and use of the Patronus spell.

Sherlock comforted Harry.

"When you face a dementor, you have to bear more fear than others. But such emotions can also become your motivation, Harry. Don't think about your mother's desperation when she begged, think about it With the courage and strength she showed when she wanted to protect you, she shouldn't be your resistance to learning the Patronus Charm, but your motivation."

Harry was holding the hot cocoa in the cup, listening to what Sherlock said to him, his eyes gradually became firmer.

After resting in a chair for a while, he stood up.

"I want to try again, Professor."

Sherlock naturally complied with his request. He waved his wand again, and the door of the cabinet was opened again, and the dementor was unbound again, and slowly floated out of the cabinet.

But after it came out this time, it shrank to the side and didn't dare to move forward.

Even if the thinking is simple, it doesn't mean that the dementor is a fool.

It knows very well that the tempting food is simply a bait!I can only watch, before I suck it into my mouth, it will be shut back into the cabinet by that demon.

So this time it is not going to be fooled again.

Seeing that it didn't cooperate, Sherlock couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, a silver thread shot out from the tip of his staff, trapping it directly in front of him.

But even so, the dementor still didn't cooperate, it restrained its desire, no longer showed the posture of eating, but exuded the kind of coldness it couldn't control.

Faced with its attitude of non-violence and non-cooperation, Sherlock naturally didn't get used to it, and directly tightened the light threads that bound it, threatening at the same time.

"You cooperate honestly, and I will let you go when my students learn the spell, but if you don't cooperate, then after my experiment is over, I will sell you to other wizards on the black market!"

The dementor seemed to understand what he said, and trembled all over, hesitatingly showing Harry that it was ready to eat again.

Seeing Sherlock bullying the dementor like this, Harry couldn't help but feel a little pity for it in his heart, and his fear of it was not so strong.

It was that biting cold again, and Harry gripped his wand this time, his mother's voice in his head again as the dementors began to suck the positive emotions out of him.

He didn't tremble anymore, but tensed his body, and waved his wand steadily.

"Call God Guard!"

The pronunciation of the incantation perfectly matched the tone Sherlock had taught him, without a single mistake.

The next moment, a huge silver shadow suddenly shot out from the tip of his wand. The shadow hovered between him and the dementor. Although Harry felt that his legs were terribly weak, he was still standing by himself, although he I don't know how long I can stand.

And at the same time that Harry's Patronus Charm was in effect, the dementor was extremely skilled in dodging backwards, and finally retracted into the wooden cabinet usually used to store it.

Seeing that Harry had taken a huge step towards success, Sherlock was not stingy with his praise and clapped his hands.

"Very good Harry, I didn't expect you to improve so quickly under pressure!"

This was indeed beyond Sherlock's expectations. He thought it would take a while before Harry could summon the prototype of the Patronus, but he didn't expect that it would be so effective under the pressure of facing the dementors. This step has already been done.

He took another piece from the drawer and handed Harry the chocolate he had prepared earlier.

"Finish this, you've done a good job, the rest is just long-term practice, and you're familiar with that feeling."

But Harry didn't seem too excited.

"I still haven't been able to summon the Patronus like you did, Professor."

Sherlock laughed dumbfounded.

"Don't be too harsh on yourself, do you know how long it took me to learn the Patronus Charm?"

Harry looked at him suspiciously, and Sherlock held out a finger to him.

"It took me a year to fully master this spell. If you can use it in less than a month after learning it, doesn't that mean my talent is terrible?"

Harry said sullenly.

"You definitely have no one to teach, and no one will catch you a dementor as a training partner."

Sherlock shrugged.

"Even if these things are included, you are already good enough, Harry. There is no shortcut to achieve it overnight. If you want to master the power you can master, what you need is long-term and persistent efforts."

Harry looked around the three rows of spellbooks in Sherlock's office, and could feel that what Sherlock said was what he was doing.

"I'll do my best, Professor!"

"Come work hard next week, it's late now, and you're already very tired, go back and rest first."

In the darkness of night, Harry returned to the Gryffindor lounge.

He didn't tell Sherlock about Black's discovery, and he didn't mention it again these days. Both Hermione and Ron thought he had forgotten it, but in fact he kept it firmly in his heart, but he could only remember it. bottom of my heart.

After the Christmas holiday, the students all returned to the castle, making Hogwarts lively again.

And with the beginning of the second half of this year's semester, students in grade five and grade seven have also entered the final sprint before the grade examination.

Sherlock made an orderly study plan for them, so that almost no time was wasted every day.

Even George and Fred, who are usually the most mischievous and mischievous, are now working hard. It is not because of their conscience that they want to get good grades in the exam so that they can easily find jobs in the Ministry of Magic.

Instead, the surrounding learning atmosphere has changed.

When all the fifth graders were learning and their pranks were no longer appreciated and their creativity no longer cheered, Fred and George had unknowingly joined them all.

In the fifth grade class, Sherlock brought them a test paper that was as tall as half a person with the levitation spell.

"In the past, there were very few materials for the theory exams. I compiled them last year, and added some more this year. There are a total of [-] test papers, which contain all the question types of the black magic theory exams in previous years. As long as these questions I figured it out, it is very easy to get full marks in the theory test.”

"I will bind them into a volume and send them to you later. You will complete one of these seventeen papers a week in the next semester. I will explain them one by one in class, and it will be almost exactly in April. After all the test papers are finished, we will enter the surprise training for the actual combat test."

"The actual combat test in the general wizard level test is actually the easiest item to score. The Ministry of Magic will not pick out how troublesome black magic creatures for you, and the highest level of danger will only be at the level of xxx, and these The weaknesses of magical creatures and how to deal with them are things we have talked about countless times."

The students below listened very carefully. The fifth grade wizard level exam can be said to be the most important exam in any wizard's career.

This exam is equivalent to their basic education in the magic world in the future, good or bad is only this one chance.

The seventh-grade ultimate wizard level exam is more like an advanced exam, the more advanced it is, the more important it is than the ordinary wizard level exam.

Sherlock waved his wand, distributed those test papers to every student, and started today's class at the same time.

"I hope this holiday, you haven't forgotten much of the knowledge I taught you last semester. The first is the Iron Armor Curse, does anyone remember what the spell is for its advanced usage?"

Soon the students below raised their hands in unison, and Sherlock randomly picked a boy.

"Spells protect everything, Professor."

"Then can you tell me how the effect of the Iron Armor Curse has changed after using the advanced spell?"

Well, the boy obviously has a particularly deep grasp of knowledge in this area, and replied without thinking.

"The Iron Armor Curse will expand the scope of protection, and it will protect the caster without dead ends. However, if this kind of spell is not mastered proficiently, the wizard must cast it in advance, otherwise there will be a gap in protection."

"Perfect answer, 5 points for Ravenclaw!"

(End of this chapter)