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

Chapter 230

When Sherlock returned to the castle, in the auditorium, Flitwick had already started preparing the decorations for today's school-opening dinner.

He put his things back in the office, and helped Flitwick a few small favors with a spell. Just as he was about to go out from the auditorium and take a look around the castle, he met Professor McGonagall in the foyer.

"I heard about Sherlock about the World Cup."

As soon as he met, Professor McGonagall looked at him worriedly.

"And on the second day after the accident, that promise was gone."

Sherlock smiled at her.

"Yes, Professor, Professor Dumbledore told me everything about my mother."

Professor McGonagall took a deep breath, and her eyes were slightly red. This usually strict and seemingly unreasonable Head of Gryffindor is actually a very emotional person.

"You know it when you know it, and you don't have to put too much pressure on yourself. Although Sally is gone, she actually doesn't want you to get in touch with these things. I don't know if it's right or wrong for Albus to let you know, but you Don't take everything as your own responsibility, your mother has done enough at that time, and you shouldn't be asked to bear anything more."

Sherlock stretched out his arms, hugged the stern but gentle old woman with a smile, and comforted him.

"Don't worry, professor. You know, I've been smart since I was a child. I will know what to do and when to do it."

Professor McGonagall sniffled, and she looked at Sherlock with relief.

"I'm so happy for Sally, you're a great Sherlock."

"It's better for you to be strict with me as a professor. If you praise me again, I will be proud."

Sherlock and Professor McGonagall chatted in the hallway for a while and then left. She still had to prepare the list of new students and arrange the class schedule for this semester. She and Flitwick were the busiest on the first day of school every year.

After leaving the auditorium, Sherlock first went to the basement level, Snape's office.

That Snape, who was dressed like an old batman and had similar living habits, really stayed in his office all the way back to the castle.

"Long time no see, Uncle Prince."

As soon as he met Sherlock, he greeted him with a playful smile. Snape still had that indifferent look, but he just raised his head and glanced at him, and then put all his attention on the potion formula in his hand.

Sherlock didn't care about the hot face and the cold butt. If Snape greeted him with a smile all of a sudden today, then he would draw out his wand and ask what kind of ghosts and ghosts have fucked the old bat body.

"What are you looking for me for?"

Sherlock didn't see anything, he was fiddling with the bottles and jars he put on the shelf, and said while looking at a bottle of golden potion like Felicia.

"You won't forget, right? I can write you a letter during this holiday, asking you to help make some compound soup, and I paid the deposit."

Snape still had the same paralyzed face.

"I didn't write back saying that I would promise to help you. Also, if you don't want to have any mental problems, don't play with that bottle of madness."

As soon as he said the name of the potion, Sherlock quickly put it back.

Madness is a potion that is very similar to Felicia Elixir, but after drinking it, not only will it not bring people good luck, but it will also make people temporarily insane. Many black wizards like this tormenting thing.

He sat down across from Snape, blinked, and held out his hand.

"Take it out quickly, don't waste time, such a big person still looks like a child."

Snape's face became even more stinky, he gave Sherlock a cold look, finally took out a bag from his drawer, and handed it to him reluctantly.

Sherlock cursed "Damn Tsundere" in his heart, and then snatched the bag away.

He lowered his head to confirm the amount of compound soup in the bag, finally nodded with satisfaction, and put it away.

Of course, there is no need to inspect the goods, and it is very reassuring that Si Tiaojiao is on the potion.

Just as Sherlock got the things and was about to leave, Snape suddenly asked.

"You know those things?"

His question was vague, but of course Sherlock understood what he was asking.

"Not only did I know, but I also played against those people. You should also know what happened during the World Cup."

Snape's gaze continued to stay on the potion formula, but his gaze obviously became a little absent-minded.

"You killed two people?"

The smile on Sherlock's face faded, and he stared gravely at Snape.

"Don't say such self-deceiving words. Those are two Death Eaters. He has already begun to gather his men. That means there is not much time left for the day you have been waiting for."

Snape fell silent, and it was a long time before he spoke again.

"Is it possible for Lily to be resurrected?"

"As I said, I don't know about that either. But you haven't said a word to Harry since she was awakened on him, have you?"

Snape shook his head.

"I can't change my attitude towards Harry. The less time I have, the more I can't show any flaws at this last moment."

Sherlock heard what he wanted to express.

"So why don't you just see her first? Afraid that after seeing her, you will soften your heart to Harry in the future? What if you keep seeing her like this, and you won't have a chance in the future?"

Snape silently clenched his fists.

"She'll know, she just has to know."

Sherlock looked at Snape with complicated eyes, with admiration, pity and pity in his eyes, and finally heaved a sigh and turned to leave Snape's office.

He had just returned to the first floor along the stairs from the underground when he met an unexpected person near the auditorium.

"Haha, what a coincidence we met, Sherlock."

Sherlock also looked at Moody in surprise, but he quickly remembered that when he met Kingsley in Diagon Alley, he told himself that because this semester there will be a Triwizard Tournament in the castle , Dumbledore specially invited the retired Moody to the castle.

Although Sherlock didn't understand why Moody was invited to hold the Triwizard Tournament, it was still pleasant to meet acquaintances.

Moody's temper has always been known in the Auror Command for being eccentric, but he is also a reliable and excellent Auror.

he said with a smile.

"It's really a coincidence, Senior Moody, I heard from Kingsley that you would come to Hogwarts, but I didn't expect to meet you here today."

(End of this chapter)