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

Chapter 156 The Turbulent Situation
"Welcome to the Knight Bus, the emergency passenger transport for witches or wizards in distress. Just hold out your wand and step on board, and we'll take you wherever you want. My Name is Gibbs Sampak, your conductor."

On the Knights bus, a thin middle-aged conductor spoke his speech, and welcomed Sherlock and Snape into the bus.

"What do you call them?" Sampak asked, raising his eyebrows as he looked at them.

The wound on Snape's face had already healed at this time, and he had brought a variety of potions on his body. As long as he was still breathing, he could guarantee that he would not die, not to mention this little bruise.

"John Watson." When Sherlock introduced himself, he did not forget to glance at Snape, asking him to use an alias as well.

Snape obviously noticed Sherlock's gaze, and with an indifferent gloomy face, he said a name.

"Tobia Prince."

"Oh, John and Tobias, so where are you two going?" Thumpak didn't notice the little movement between Sherlock and Snape, he just felt that the relationship between the two people in front of him was a bit strange.

"Cockworth," said Sherlock.

Sampak recalled the place before recalling it.

"The fare is 16 Sikels per person, the total is 1 Galleon and 15 Sikels for two people, of course, if you need two cups of hot cocoa, you can pay an additional 6 Sikels, or if you want a hot water bottle and a toothbrush, then add an additional 4 Sikels Can."

Snape still kept his face cold and silent, while Sherlock ordered a cup of hot cocoa. His body was very tired and he needed some extra calories.

When it was time to pay, both Sherlock and Snape stared wide-eyed, and neither of them took out the money immediately.

The two looked at each other for a long time, and finally Sherlock took out the money bag, counted out two Galleons and two Sickles, and muttered.

"Well, I owe you, and the fare is medical expenses."

When they got into the car, they also saw the driver sitting in the driver's seat, who was an elderly wizard.

There were no seats in the car, and there were six beds with brass pillars behind the drawn windows, just as Sherlock wanted, he was tired and wanted a bed to lie down on.

However, after the car started, it was proved that Sherlock's wanting to rest was purely his own fantasy.

There was a loud bang, and Sherlock, who had just reached the bed, flew backwards. Fortunately, there was a soft pillow behind him, so he didn't suffer any physical injuries.

They were driving in the wheat field at this time, but they did not take the path in the field, but directly passed through the field. The wheat growing in the field seemed to come alive, before the car crushed them, They jumped to the sides of the car by themselves to make way for the car.

Sherlock's hot cocoa was also brought over by Sampak, the car was still driving at a high speed, he sat by the bed and dared not drink it directly.

The driving method of the Knight Bus is not driving forward with the wheels at all, it is more like a rabbit, it jumps after running a certain distance, and the surrounding scenery changes for a while every time it jumps.

Snape seemed to be in a complicated mood, he was lying on the bed next to Sherlock looking out the window in a daze.

Sherlock, who dared to take a sip of hot cocoa when the car landed, was chatting with the conductor Sampak.

"Where do we go next?"

Sampak, who was reading the newspaper, had a sad face.

"Send Mr. Shipka to Wales, which is now the hardest-hit area for those people's activities. I hope there will be no trouble."

Out of the corner of his eye, Sherlock saw the front page headline of the Daily Prophet in his hand.

"Four Aurors Dead!Fierce battle in Denbighshire! "

"It's been getting messy lately." A wizard from another bed broke into their chat.

Sampak's face looked a little pale.

"Even the Daily Prophet has begun to gradually change its tone. In the past, when something like this happened in Wales, their editors would definitely criticize and scold those people in the report, but what are they saying now? We have to think more about it. Ideology, reflect on the future of wizards through constant turmoil, what are they trying to do?"

The wizard sighed.

"What are you thinking? It's not like the Ministry of Magic can't hold on anymore, and Dumbledore has been stuck in Hogwarts and hasn't come out. They feel that the magic world may be changing."

"Dumbledore is still working. People in the Order of the Phoenix have died over the years, not as few as Aurors."

"When will this day end? Originally, I wanted my son to take over my class in the future, but now it seems that it is not safe to be a conductor at all." Sampak said sadly, "We picked up that person's men last time, and I He didn't even dare to ask them for the fare, and he didn't dare to report the matter to the Ministry of Magic, Ern was so scared that he almost drove the car into the sea that day."

Listening to their chatting, Sherlock silently drank the hot cocoa in the cup. It can be heard that the current situation in the magic world is very unstable.

The prophecy of the savior has not yet been uttered by Trelawney. Voldemort and his Death Eaters are in full swing in the wizarding world, which is almost equivalent to confronting the magic department. Even mainstream newspapers like the Daily Prophet are about to change their tone. signs.

The time when he and Snape came back was very bad. Not only did they have to figure out how to go back, but they also had to be vigilant at all times to ensure their own safety.

It was getting dark outside.

Lying on the bed, Sherlock gradually got used to the turbulence. After sleeping with his eyes closed for about two or three hours, he was woken up.

"There are two of you."

After getting a hot towel from Sampak to wipe his face ("Eleven Knuts, thank you for your patronage."), Sherlock and a pale Snape got out of the car.

This is a gray city. The most conspicuous thing is that you can see several big chimneys anywhere in the city. Even in the night, they keep emitting black smoke.

The city is on the edge of a dirty river with fish and chip wrappers strewn around the bank, and the water is black with no signs of life in it.

In a typical industrial city, the living environment is extremely bad. If you just live here, you probably won't be in a good mood every day.

Snape seemed to be a little motion sick. His physical condition didn't look good, but his spirit was extremely vigorous.

"Let's go, let's go find you at this time first."

"What do you want to do?" Snape asked, looking at him.

Sherlock sighed.

"Even if you want to see her, you can't use your current appearance, can you? An old man in his 30s, hugging and crying to a little girl who is not yet an adult, can scare people to death."

"Let's go find you now, pluck out a few of his hairs, polyjuice you back to youth, and then meet the man of your dreams so it won't be abrupt."

Snape pursed his lips and had no objection to Sherlock's arrangement.

Then he led the way, and the two came to Snape's hometown, a dilapidated Muggle alley called Spider's End.

There are rows of dilapidated brick houses in the alley, and the windows on the houses look dark and lifeless in the night.

The messy river was right next to Spider's End Alley, and the stench from the river was not very strong, because the alley itself was already stinking enough.

Snape led Sherlock to the last two-story house at the end of the alley, and the two stopped there.

"Are you coming or am I?" Sherlock asked.

Snape stood outside the door, as if reluctant to see the house.

"You come."

Sherlock looked at him and raised his eyebrows.

"You don't want to take a sneak peek at your parents again?"

"Shut up! Do your thing! I live in the leftmost room on the second floor now!" Snape's voice was low, but his tone was very harsh.

Sherlock has long been familiar with his attitude. He shrugged and pointed at the leftmost window on the second floor, and stretched out his hand.

The realm of controlling magic spread out, and Snape's room was within ten meters of Sherlock, and he could clearly sense the young Snape who was sleeping soundly inside.

At this time, Snape was only 17 years old, his hair was not too greasy, he was not only young, but also handsome.

But Sherlock wasn't in the mood to admire Snape's sleeping face.

He turned a book on Snape's desk into a pair of small scissors. Sherlock could use control magic to complete this simple transfiguration even without a wand.

Then he controlled the scissors, and quietly cut off a few strands of hair from the young Snape's head, then released the transformation, controlled the strands of hair to pass through the gap in the window, and finally floated into his hands.

The whole process didn't take more than 3 minutes. Snape just watched Sherlock stretch out a hand, and hair flew out of the room on the second floor.

But he wasn't in the mood to care about what kind of weird magic Sherlock used. He was very excited, as if his heart was about to jump out of his body.

Sherlock handed him the hair and watched as he poured it into the Polyjuice Potion.

"Should we go to Lily now, or wait until the next morning."

Snape obviously couldn't wait for a moment, he couldn't wait to walk outside Spider's End Alley.

"Going right now."

Sherlock sighed and shook his head watching him.

Snape, who was originally arrogant and ruthless, was no different from normal people when facing the person he liked.

Knowing him at Hogwarts for a year, Sherlock has actually been whispering in his heart whether his heart is made of stone, and now it seems that it is only turned into stone because the person worthy of its beating is dead.

Lily Evans' home is just off Spider's End.

After leaving the alley and walking a few steps, they came to a yard, which contained a single-family two-story building, which was the Evans' house.

Looking at the house in front of him, Snape was in a daze, but when he actually came to Lily's house, he began to hesitate.

(End of this chapter)