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

Chapter 225 I regret it
An invisible fluctuation spread through Dumbledore's office.

In the flame of rebirth that Fox, who was in nirvana, was incarnating, a strange sound resembling the cracking of wood in a bonfire resounded.

Like a lock opened with the right key, something is unlocked.

At the same time, at the Weasleys' house, not long after returning home, Arthur Weasley, who had just learned that Sherlock was safe and sound from the girl named Silk, was startled suddenly, and then looked at Huo with his mouth wide open. In the direction where Gwartz was, the whole person entered a state of sluggishness.

"Finally. Is it the day?"

In the office of the Auror Command Headquarters, Kingsley, who was studying the report brought back by the two Aurors who went to Derbyshire for reconnaissance, was also slightly taken aback. Then he shook his head with a smile, a little surprised but not so surprised, and continued Get on with the job at hand.

In an unremarkable small town on the outskirts of London, he has retired safely for two months, carefully maintaining his fake wooden leg Moody in the yard, the alchemy fake eye in his eye socket is rolling, the corner of his mouth He also showed a chuckle, and knocked the artificial leg that had been adjusted on the ground casually.

"My boy, I knew it."

In the vice-principal's office at Hogwarts Castle, a tiger cat that was snoozing on the desk suddenly raised its head vigilantly. She looked in the direction of the principal's office on the eighth floor. It is humanized complexity and comfort.

In a hut at an unknown location, an elderly wizard with a walrus-like beard, lying lazily on a sofa chair with a big belly, stared at the glass of golden mead in his hand. After a long time, he lightened his eyes. Lightly raising his glass to the air in front of him, he murmured.

"To Sally"

Not only the five of them, but all over the world, several wizards put down their work at the same time, and a shackle that sealed the secret in their hearts was lifted, and everyone knew what it meant.

Inside Hogwarts, Sherlock was completely unaware of the chain reaction that was triggered after the bond was burned, and nothing changed around him.

Fox, who had completed Nirvana, turned into an ugly, hairless young bird, lying in the nest under the golden branch, opened its immature sharp beak and sang a few times.

After finishing all this, Dumbledore sat back on the seat again, crossed his fingers on his stomach, and looked at Sherlock, as if he was thinking about how to organize the language, and began to tell Sherlock about this secret that had been concealed for 20 years. secret.

Sherlock didn't rush to urge, he waited quietly. After a long time, Dumbledore finally spoke slowly.

"To be honest, Sherlock, when you graduated from Hogwarts, you came to my office and asked to stay in this castle as a professor. When I refused you, I also made up my mind to keep this secret. Hiding it for a lifetime, so that you will never know about it, and just live this life in peace. This was the best arrangement for you in my opinion at the time, and it was also the best arrangement for you in the opinion of all insiders."

Instead of telling the secret directly, he talked about Sherlock.

The expression on Dumbledore's face was solemn, and his voice was quieter than ever.

"But then a little accident happened. In the year you came to teach at Hogwarts, when I rejected your job application again that summer, I saw your disappointment and loneliness. This made me very worried. I I am afraid that what I think is a good decision for you will lead you on the wrong path, because I have made this mistake once, and I don't want to and can't make it again, especially on you."

"Fortunately, that year also gave me a chance to change my mind. After an accident happened to the previously confirmed professorship of defense, I asked Minerva to send you the letter of appointment."

"A lot of people blocked me at the time, and even Minerva, who sent you the letter of appointment, didn't understand my decision very much. Many people came to me after they found out about it. They didn't want you to participate in it, including entering Hogwarts."

"After you became an Auror, they put you in a civil position intentionally or unintentionally. No matter how you apply, no matter how many people know about your talent in magic, they will never let you go into danger. Not even a little bit of danger."

"They see it very clearly, and they also know that entering Hogwarts to teach is actually more dangerous than being an Auror who will always be on the front line in the Ministry of Magic."

Only when Sherlock heard this did he fully understand why the original owner had been kept in a civilian position in the Auror Command.

Obviously, anyone can see that his strength and understanding of magic are not inferior to any senior Auror. As long as he conducts some professional training and accumulates experience, he can become the mainstay of the Auror Command like Moody.

Some people, to be precise, many people are unwilling to let him take risks. No matter how powerful and experienced an Auror is, as strong as Moody, he is missing a leg and blind in one eye.

Dumbledore's eyes were calm, he looked at Sherlock, but his eyes were obviously thinking about the past of that year.

"But I still insisted on going my own way. I not only made you the professor of defense at Hogwarts, but also approved your application for membership in the Order of the Phoenix. Like them, I was also afraid, afraid that something would happen to you, and afraid of breaking our original promise , but I am even more afraid that you will completely abandon yourself because of the unilateral protection we think, and degenerate into something no one dares to think about, that will only make people more desperate."

"My thoughts at the time were actually very simple. Do you still remember what I said to you at the opening dinner that year? If your performance as a professor in this year cannot meet my expectations, I will send you to the university in the second year. You resign."

He smiled, watching Sherlock blink.

"Actually, when I said this to you, what I thought in my heart was that I would let you be a professor for one year and enjoy it, and then I would dismiss you in the second year no matter what."

A helpless smile also appeared on Sherlock's face. If Dumbledore hadn't said anything, he would never have imagined that Dumbledore would be thinking about such a rascal thing under such a serious expression at the dinner that day.

"But you have completely exceeded my expectations, Sherlock. In other words, if those who opposed me before recruiting you into the Order of the Phoenix saw your performance, they would be surprised."

"Maybe it's because you really want to be a good professor from the bottom of your heart. Although when you first came to teach at Hogwarts, your performance looked the same as before, but of course I can see that you It has changed a lot from before.”

"At the end of that year, you protected Harry and the others in the Gryffindor lounge, solved Tom, and killed the basilisk, which made me feel that recruiting you into Hogwarts One of the best decisions I've ever made in my life."

"So I regretted it again." He spread his hands and smiled, "If you have proved that Hogwarts is the right place for you, and the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor is also the right position, then why should I fire you ? Why not make a decision that was the right thing to do?"

"But you have exceeded all my expectations time and time again, Sherlock."

The smile on his face faded and he became calm again.

"Even if I agree to stay at Hogwarts, even if you become better and better, but the more so, the more I hesitate and struggle with certain things."

"But today may be a good time. Two years ago, I was afraid that I would make a second mistake and decided to recruit you into Hogwarts. Now, two years later, there is no need to hide these things from you anymore. gone."

Sherlock's expression became serious, and he knew what to say next was the point.

"It's surprising that you met Little Barty tonight, but it's actually not a big deal. The key is that he recognized you, and recognized you as Sally's son." Dumbledore said softly, " If you don't let a Death Eater go back tonight, there is still room for maneuver, but if someone brings back information about your identity, then there is no other choice in this matter."

"Tom will definitely put you and Harry on the same footing when he knows your life experience, and he will do everything he can to kill you."

The office fell silent, except for Fox, the fledgling bird in the nest, yelled twice in dissatisfaction, as if the conversation between the two had disturbed its rest.

Dumbledore and Sherlock looked at each other and spoke slowly.

"When you were two years old, Tom was the most powerful in the magic world. At that time, he even had the power to rival the magic part. It was in that year that his madness began."

"In just one year, the Ministry of Magic lost nearly [-] Aurors, countless Muggles were tortured and killed, non-pure blood wizards were tortured to death, and even wizards from Muggle families were so afraid that they broke their wands , and no longer recognize his identity as a wizard."

"At that time, the Order of the Phoenix had just been established, and there were not many wizards in the club, but everyone had a certain consensus. It seemed that black wizards were causing trouble everywhere, but the root of all the chaos was actually only one person, that The man who made the entire wizarding world afraid to mention his name - Voldemort."

"If you kill him, those believers under him will not be successful at all, but this is something that almost everyone knows, and no one can do it. Almost all of them pin their hopes on me, thinking that the only thing that can kill I'm the only one who killed Voldemort."

"However, I was very clear from the very beginning. An old friend of mine who made a mistake once made a prophecy to me, which is also a reminder that the person who can kill him is not me, and it cannot be me."

(End of this chapter)