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

Chapter 197
The evening wind gently blows through the woods, with a burst of dense branches and leaves, there is a quiet "rustling" sound.

Silk, who can also be called Amy, stared blankly at Sherlock who was smiling at him, and slowly stretched out his hand, holding the hand that supported the corner of his mouth.

"John."

With a trembling voice, like her trembling heart, she called out the name of the person she had been searching for for 17 years.

Sherlock blinked at her, stroked her head with the other hand, and sighed.

"I've grown into a big girl, but my temper is getting colder and colder. But it's not your fault, it's your father's fault. When I let him go in the Department of Mysteries, I told him to stay with me more." To accompany you, I guess he didn't listen at all. But don't blame your father, he has that temperament, if it wasn't for his personality, I wouldn't have known him at the beginning. "

Just when Sherlock was chattering like an elder, Silk suddenly hugged him hard!
Warm, soft, and slightly trembling, it moved close to his body, making Sherlock's expression a little stunned.

He stretched his arms at a loss, not knowing where to put them.

The girl's low sobbing voice sounded in his ears, and she trembled in a sad and desperate voice that was no longer cold.

"I feel you're leaving but I don't feel what kind of departure I thought. Thought you were dead."

Sherlock was silent for a long time, then sighed with a complicated expression.

His face became milder, and he patted Silk's back softly.

"I'm here now, Amy, just like I said to you, when we meet, we separate, and when we separate, we meet again. Sooner or later, we will meet again, like now."

Silk put his hands around Sherlock's waist, holding him tightly, as if he was afraid that he would disappear again.

After a long time, Sherlock gently pushed Silk away from him, helped her dry the tears on her face, and said with a smile.

"I'm already a big girl, so I can't be the same as when I was a child."

The corner of Silk's mouth was slightly bent, as if he was very dissatisfied with Sherlock's words.

"I'm older than John by two months."

She seemed to be emphasizing something deliberately, but Sherlock didn't care. Instead, he touched her head again and turned to look at the tombstone with Eddie's name engraved on it.

"Could you tell me about it? What happened after I left, Eddie. How did it happen?"

Even now, Silk still holds Sherlock's arm tightly, not letting him leave his side for even a second.

"Dad died in the third year after you disappeared."

Silk had already controlled her emotions, but she could still hear the sadness hidden deep in her voice.

"Since he came out of the Department of Mysteries that day, he has been infected with black magic. St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries can't do anything about it. There is no way to completely eradicate the damage caused by the spell to his body. But after only one month of recuperation, he persisted. To be discharged."

"At that time, the Ministry of Magic launched a month-long search for you who was missing, but they did not find you anywhere, because you entered the Ministry of Magic through a special channel, and they could not find your specific information, they only knew that you had another Uncle has been living at the Leaky Cauldron."

"However, Prince disappeared with you. It's as if you have evaporated from the world, and you can't find a trace."

"Father has also been looking for you. He didn't return to his post immediately after he was discharged from the hospital, but took me to find places where you might appear."

"He asked me to feel it, and I tried my best to guess it, but there was nowhere. It was exactly the same as what you said at the end. You are going to a place where no one can find it. Indeed, no one can find it. Dad took me After searching for more than half a year, I went to all the places where wizards haunt the whole of England, but I still haven't found you."

"The Ministry of Magic announced at that time that you died in that battle, and they also posthumously awarded you the honor of the Order of Merlin, First Class. But Dad and I never believed that you would die, because you said you It won't die, it must be alive."

"In the end he returned to his post as an Auror. Although he didn't tell me, I could feel it. He thought you might have been captured by Death Eaters. In the days that followed, he became more and more disregarding the danger, and kept Never came home again."

Her voice suddenly stopped and fell silent.

Sherlock didn't urge, but waited quietly.

After a while, Silk took a deep breath.

"Then, he died two months before the Dark Lord's complete downfall."

Her voice was very calm, but it was obviously mixed with that painful sadness.

"The injuries accumulated on his body over the years prevented him from escaping the death curse."

"Because of my father's death, I became a homeless orphan. Just when the Ministry of Magic was worried about what to do with me, the woman came back. She confirmed her identity to the Ministry of Magic and wanted to take me away. But he didn't care about Dad's funeral."

"I'm the only one in my father's family, but I was less than ten years old at that time. It was the Aurors who spontaneously organized the funeral for him, but they didn't know where to bury him properly."

"In the end, Dumbledore helped arrange this position in the Forbidden Forest. At that time, that woman had obtained my guardianship, and I had to go to Germany with her."

"Dad's death made Jean begin to doubt his feelings at the time, the way he felt about leaving, and what kind of way he left."

"I asked those Aurors to help stand next to Dad's grave, and erected another tombstone, and buried everything related to you in it. There was only that photo, and I still had one on my body."

Sherlock couldn't help but ask at this moment.

"The woman you're talking about is your mother?"

Silk's voice became very cold again, even colder than before.

"Mom in name."

"She brought me back to Germany because she knew my talent. In order to hook up with my husband who was the director of the Department of Mysteries in Germany at the time, she changed my name and sent me to the Department of Mysteries of the German Ministry of Magic. Let the director value my talent, and let her spend most of her time teaching me about divination, so she can take advantage of it."

"The woman's plan was successful, and after another three years, she got tired of playing again, dumped that man, and deliberately showed off to my teacher who regarded her as a friend, telling the ins and outs of everything, In the end, the teacher died of illness in the hospital with hatred for her and me."

"Since then, I have stayed in the Department of Mysteries of the German Ministry of Magic and never left."

After Sherlock listened to Silk's story, he could imagine, but he didn't dare to imagine how the little girl who couldn't even smile experienced his departure, attended her father's funeral, and was never masked. The mother took her to a foreign country and was sent out as a tool.

At the age of seven, although Amy was not good at expressing emotions, it did not mean that she had no emotions.

And now Silk, as if he had completely sealed himself off, completely hid Amy holding the windmill with a cold appearance, and no longer had contact with anyone until today.

John told her that the world was beautiful, but took it away with his own hands, and never made her feel it again.

How can you really smile when you face indifferent people all day long?

This time, Sherlock took the initiative to hug Silk.

He didn't speak, and didn't make any promises, just said something softly.

"Now I'm here."

Silk didn't answer, and silently buried his face into his shoulders, just like Amy once did.

"Does the Death Eater who killed Eddie know who it is?" Sherlock asked calmly.

"It's Bella." Silk's voice came from his shoulder, "She was later caught in Azkaban and sentenced to permanent imprisonment."

A smile appeared on Sherlock's face, but that smile was cold.

"It's really fate with her. It's good that I didn't die. I remember her."

His voice changed back to a gentle tone.

"What about your eyes? What's the matter?"

Silk still buried her face in front of his shoulder and said softly.

"Polluted by the hourglass in the Department of Mysteries of the British Ministry of Magic, as long as you concentrate on looking at something, you will be forced to have the past experience of this thing in your mind, and it will cause damage to your eyes. Since the day you left, I I just wore this black ribbon, and I was not used to it at first, but later I learned a kind of magic in the German Ministry of Magic, which is equivalent to gaining another form of vision."

Sherlock pressed her shoulders and gently pushed her away for a distance. Through the black ribbon, one could faintly see the pair of light golden pupils inside.

"I will help you figure out a solution for this. That hourglass is not such a rare thing, and there must be a solution."

Silke didn't seem to care much about this matter, she pursed her lips and said.

"With John here, nothing else matters."

Sherlock looked at her and laughed silently, not as if making a promise, but as saying a fact.

"I will always be there."

Afterwards, they sat side by side in front of Eddie's grave, and Silk held the dilapidated windmill in his hand and listened quietly to Sherlock telling her about "John" and "Prince".

He told that Silk Prince was Snape, and he also told about his purpose of entering the Ministry of Magic, the situation when he met Eddie, his experience in the Ministry of Magic, and so on.

But before Sherlock spoke for a long time, he couldn't hold it anymore and fell asleep with his head tilted.

In his daze, he consciously didn't turn his head towards Silk, but after he closed his eyes and fell asleep, Silk took the initiative to put him down beside him, resting his head on his lap.

Sherlock was extremely tired, but before he really fell asleep, he still had some shallow consciousness.

In a vague way, he felt a faint fragrance lingering at the tip of his nose, which was the smell unique to girls.

"Will John stay at Hogwarts as a professor?"

A soft, waxy voice sounded beside his ears, and Sherlock felt his ears itch, as if he was surrounded by a burst of warm breath.

He responded slowly.

"Yes."

After hearing the affirmative answer, Silk still didn't raise her head, she just looked at Sherlock's face quietly like this, as if she would never get tired of seeing it.

At some point, the corners of her mouth raised up slightly unconsciously, without any help from anyone.

The sky was white before dawn, the night sky gradually faded, and the morning breeze blew through the forest. Under the alternation of day and night, the smile on the girl's face was the most beautiful thing in the world.

It was already afternoon when Sherlock woke up.

He opened his eyes in a little confusion, and stared at the ceiling for a while, only to realize that he was lying on the bed in the office.

He got down from the bed, looked at the familiar environment around him, couldn't help stretching in a relaxed way, shook his head and smiled.

The experience of going back to the past is really like a dream just had.

But the little metal badge-shaped box on his desk, and the old photograph, tell him that's the reality.

It should be Silk who sent herself here, but she doesn't know where she went now.

After a simple wash, Sherlock sat down at the desk and picked up the small metal badge-shaped box.

Before leaving the Department of Mysteries, Eddie handed this thing over to him for him to help keep it safe.

And its fundamental source is the Death Eater who was killed by Sherlock, Bella's brother-in-law-Labastan Lestrange.

The shape of the box is clearly Lestrange's family crest.

And what's in the box.
Sherlock gently opened the iron box, and inside lay a very ordinary-looking brass key.

Looking at the key, he smiled happily.

And at this moment, a violent knock on the door suddenly sounded outside the door.

Sherlock closed the iron box again, and put it back in his pocket, letting outsiders in.

Snape strode in from the door with a gloomy face.

"What's the use of the magic notebook you asked me to hand over to Lily?"

Last night Snape was tossing and turning in bed, unable to sleep all night. He went to Dumbledore's in the morning, so it was only now that he had time to ask Sherlock this question.

Sherlock yawned, raised his eyebrows and said.

"You go and call Harry over first. Let me tell you in advance, whether it can work as I thought before, I am not sure myself. The magic is just a theory, but no matter what, it is no worse. It's the result, isn't it?"

And just when Snape found Sherlock.

In the office of the director of the Department of Mysteries of the German Ministry of Magic, the current director, Kruger, looked shocked at the report that Silke submitted with a blank expression.

"You want to resign!"

(End of this chapter)