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

Chapter 236
Heck has always been a nice guy.

He is also the least Reticent Man in the German Ministry of Magic.

He never acted withdrawn like other colleagues.

He also has a good friendship with colleagues other than the Department of Mysteries.

He likes to make friends very much, as if he can have a drink or two in a tavern with anyone.

But regarding his work in the Department of Mysteries, Heike has also kept silent about it.

Those friends who get along with him are also savvy, and never ask this question that is destined to be unanswered and embarrassing.

The working hours of the Reticent Man are never fixed, which is obviously an unconventional workplace in the rigid and serious German magic world that pays attention to rules.

But after all, the particularity of the Department of Mysteries lies here.

Every wizard, known as the Reticent Man, studies the strangest and most mysterious things in the wizarding world, and the unreasonable becomes common sense.

One o'clock in the morning is the time for Heike to go to work and start working.

He is different from his predecessor in the current position, the blindfolded little girl who can stay in the Department of Mysteries all the time.

He has his own family, so he always comes to work on time, never being late for work, and staying in the Department of Mysteries for half an extra minute after get off work.

Heike walked into the tower-like Department of Mysteries of the German Ministry of Magic. Their offices were separate from the regular departments of the Ministry of Magic.

The solitary tower, like a protruding pillar, was never discovered by Muggles.

He walked up the spiral staircase in the tower. During this period, the colleagues he met would stop to say hello to him, and he responded calmly.

He didn't stop until he reached the 13th floor, which was deliberately planned.

The soft and calm gaze suddenly became a little cold and gloomy, as if it was a completely different person.

The tower doesn't look big from the outside, but the space inside is much larger. He walked all the way to the depths of the thirteenth floor, and finally came to a room filled with white light.

This entire floor is Heike's office, but in fact he is responsible for only one thing.

On the other side of this room that is always bright as day, there is a separate space separated by glass, or it can be said to be a cell.

There were no vicious prisoners in that cell. It was empty, but there stood a scarecrow in a tattered robe, an old kerosene lamp in one hand, and a rusty sickle in the other.

The straw man looks very ordinary from the outside, like a poor-quality product temporarily made by a farmer, but every time Heike saw it in the past, he always felt chills all over his body.
But this time, he didn't choose to avoid his gaze, but used those numb, empty pupils to look closely at the hollows of the straw man, where they should be eyes.

"Fei, I know you are very upset."

Completely different from Heike's normal accent, an indifferent voice sounded in the room.

"That person broke your hope of returning to the best time ever. You want to seek revenge from him and escape again."

"At this point, our purpose is the same. Therefore, my master wants to make a deal with you."

"Heike" bent down, and gently put a dusty crown that was stained with maroon blood on the ground.

"We can help you erase the last point of inadequacy, but before you kill that person, you have to take him to meet my master."

His voice fell, and the room fell silent again.

The straw man locked in the glass case was motionless, except that his appearance was more terrifying, as if it was the same as the decorations in the field to drive away harmful birds.

"Heike" finished what he needed to say, and after putting down the crown, he didn't continue to stay in this room, turned around and left directly.

After he went out, the white light all over the room suddenly went out!
The pitch-black space remained silent at first, but it didn't take long before a "creaking" sound, like wood rubbing against each other, sounded suddenly.

Two scarlet lights slowly lit up in the darkness, and a hoarse, roaring voice echoed in the dead silence.

"Feder-Tik--! Heinous-unpardonable-!"

Hermione was looking forward to the Arithmancy and Divination class in the new semester.

Ever since she took Trelawney's cloudy and foggy divination class, where divination was all guesswork and the predictions were all curses, she has become more and more fond of the rational thinking arithmetic and divination class.

Especially this semester's class is still taught by Silke. Although she didn't have much contact with Silke, she only met once, and she didn't even say a few words.

But she felt that if she could get along with a knowledgeable person like Sherlock, the teaching level of this Silk elder sister would not be much worse.

The result was indeed as she had guessed.

Silke has done enough preparations for the class. If her indifferent personality is followed, she is actually not very suitable to be a teacher, because she basically does not have any communication with students.

But after "reuniting" with Sherlock, she changed a lot, becoming more and more like a normal girl.

In terms of theoretical knowledge and practice, Silke, who has lived in the German Department of Mysteries for more than ten years, can crush most fortune tellers from academic backgrounds. In addition, there are occasional interactions in her classroom, so the first section The classroom was very successful.

The few dozen or so young wizards in the fourth grade who took the Arithmetic and Divination class made it clear that they liked this class.

At the same time in class, the careful Hermione spotted the bottle of Felicia on Silk's neck, which she had seen on Sherlock before.

She could easily guess that it was given to her by Professor Forrester.

After class, Hermione found Harry and Ron who came out of the Divination classroom with sad faces.

It can be seen that their performance in this class was not very satisfactory.

"Sister Silk's class is great, and it's more interesting than what Professor Victor taught before."

Hearing Hermione's showing off, Harry and Ron's expressions became even longer. Before they had time to speak, a heavy cold snort came from their side.

Wearing glasses, the thin Professor Trelawney passed by them with a stern face. She was already at odds with Hermione, and now she would not be so happy to hear her say such words.

After she had gone far enough, Ron whispered.

"She made us draw a horoscope for one lesson and guessed wrong about Harry's birth time, which was a terrible lesson."

　I didn't find anything about arithmetic and divination, so I didn't dare to write it in detail. Is this thing just using a bunch of numbers to make predictions?
　　
　
(End of this chapter)