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

Chapter 206 The Burning Scar

When Harry knocked on the door, Sherlock was eating breakfast, with a sandwich in one hand and the Daily Prophet in the other, discussing the news with Silke.

"This year's Quidditch World Cup final was held in England. Ireland played against Bulgaria. I know you don't have much interest in Quidditch, and I'm actually not that keen, but it's always good to go out and have a look."

"I've already bought two tickets. Well, it's not actually bought by me. It was Kingsley who transferred the two tickets for himself and Moody to me. After the World Championship, their work will become more important. I'm so busy that I don't have time to look at it."

When the knock on the door was heard, Sherlock had already known who was coming by controlling the magic.

He snapped his fingers casually, and the living room door opened by itself.

Harry ran in from the door panting. He bent over, propped his knees with his hands, and spoke as soon as he entered the door.

"I, I'm a professor who sneaked out. I don't know if it's important or not, but my mother thinks it's very important. Let me tell you."

Just when he said this out of breath, he suddenly found that stunning but extremely strange girl sitting at the dining table.

With his mouth wide open, Harry looked at Silk, who was sipping milk in his glass, and then turned his head to look at Sherlock, whose eyes still hadn't moved away from the Daily Prophet.

"Professor, is it time for me to come?"

Only at this moment did Sherlock look away from the newspaper and flicked his fingers lightly. Obviously he and Harry had no direct contact, but Harry could still feel his forehead being flicked by something suddenly .

"What's the wrong time, El Vera, you should have seen her last semester. She wore that big hat and appeared in the castle many times. She is temporarily staying at my house, eh, is it my niece? Sister? still."

As for the address, Sherlock seemed unable to decide by himself. He turned his head to look at Silk, and tried a few names.

Silke said solemnly with a straight face.

"I am one year older than you, and we have no blood relationship. You and my father, you and I are all different, and now we are friends."

Sherlock coughed twice.

"Okay, friends."

Harry looked at the girl who was blindfolded with a black ribbon and was so beautiful that it made people lose their minds. After Sherlock's reminder, he quickly remembered where he had seen her before.

At the beginning of last semester, she wore a hood that covered most of her face and went to the auditorium to find Sherlock. Not only him, but also many students saw it.

"You can call her Sister Silk, this is my student Harry Potter, you should have heard of his name." Sherlock introduced each other to the two.

Harry bowed his head respectfully.

"Sister Silk, hello."

After hearing Harry Potter's name, Silk didn't show many surprised or strange expressions on his face, but nodded slightly in response.

"Hello."

Sherlock pulled out a chair for Harry and motioned for him to sit down.

"Sit down and talk about something. If you have not eaten breakfast with us, it happens that I have done more."

"Where's Aunt Petunia?"

"It's okay. If you're worried, I'll take you back later and say I brought you out."

Hearing what Sherlock said, Harry breathed a sigh of relief, and sat down at the dining table. Silk got up and brought him a breakfast.

"I had a dream, dreaming of Voldemort!" Harry said straight to the point after drinking half a glass of milk in one go.

Sherlock paused slightly while eating the sandwich, and then quickly returned to normal.

"and then?"

"I saw him in a big dilapidated house. Peter was kneeling beside him. They seemed to be discussing some secret plan. Peter was scared, but Voldemort insisted."

"Do you remember what they said between them?" Sherlock didn't take this as a matter of course, but asked seriously.

Harry frowned for a moment, then shook his head in frustration.

"I don't remember, I forgot what they said as soon as I woke up."

"But when I woke up, the scar on my forehead was very painful, as if someone had set fire to it. I also had this feeling when I was in the second grade. It should be when I encountered the basilisk. Before each attack, My forehead hurts."

Sherlock solemnly put down the sandwich in his hand, motioned Harry to come closer, and carefully studied the lightning-shaped scar on his forehead.

"When the scar is hot, you can think of it as a protective mechanism. Whenever the protective magic senses that you may be in danger, it will use this method to warn you. But to be able to dream about Voldemort, It's really not normal."

Sherlock looked at Harry, speculating.

"Did you deliberately think about Voldemort during the day?"

Harry could hear Sherlock guessing something, and he shook his head.

"No, Aunt Petunia asked me to trim the garden yesterday. I was so tired that I was dying at night. After talking to my mother for a while, I fell asleep in bed."

Sherlock felt something was wrong, but couldn't say why, he touched his chin and looked at Silk.

"What do you think?"

Silk stared at Harry silently for a while with her eyes covered by black ribbons, seeing him fidgeting and blushing, she opened her mouth softly.

"Bad luck and good luck are intertwined and intertwined with each other, but the bad luck is thicker, and you have to be careful throughout the next year."

With his mouth wide open, Harry was speechless for a long time when he heard Silk say something that looked like a prophecy but didn't seem like a prophecy.

Until Sherlock flicked his forehead, he clutched his forehead and regained his senses.

"Have you heard, not only for the next year, but every day in the future, you'd better be more careful, and do less reckless things. Before doing things, think clearly whether it is worth taking risks. If something happens to you, it will not only represent yourself Yes, and your mother."

Harry looked heavy.

He obviously listened to Sherlock's words, he is indeed not just himself now, Lily is still under the protective magic on him, if anything happens, it will not only be himself but also dangerous, Professor Forrest risked so much How risky, it took a lot of effort to let my mother survive with a little soul, and she will have an accident with him when the time comes.

After breakfast at Sherlock's place, Sherlock personally sent Harry back to the Dursleys' house.

Although Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon looked unhappy, they didn't say anything more to him anyway.

(End of this chapter)