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

Chapter 240 Moody Integrating into the Castle

After the first Defense Against the Dark Arts class in the fourth grade, every student who finished the class felt very heavy.

They walked out of the classroom with a heavy heart, and looked at the other laughing little wizards in the corridor of the castle, feeling as if they were in another world.

Sherlock didn't tell them any great truths afterwards, but simply told them that this was just a picture of countless memories in the mind of the former Auror who is now serving as a castle guard at Hogwarts.

Among them were some even more unbearable memories, which he did not choose.

After assigning the homework, Sherlock reminded them that the following classes were held in the same way. After observing the Imperius Curse and the Killing Curse personally, he announced that the get out of class was over.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione still walked out of the classroom together, but none of the three wanted to speak first, they just looked at each other, and walked towards the Gryffindor lounge together.

They also ran into Neville on the way. Neville also seemed to be terrified, his face was pale, and he walked back in silence.

Ron greeted him, and he stammered back as usual.

This made Ron whisper to Harry and Hermione in a low voice.

"I thought Neville would be terrified. I guess he, like those Hufflepuff students, didn't dare to watch the scene where the wizard was tortured by the Cruciatus Curse."

Also after class, Sherlock just walked to the door of his office when he saw Silk standing there waiting for him.

he asked suspiciously.

"I remember you should have another class later, right? What can I do for you?"

Silk said with a straight face.

"Fiddlesticks, who was imprisoned in the Department of Mysteries of the German Ministry of Magic, has escaped again."

Sherlock looked surprised.

"Escaped again? Is your old club's defense so lax? It escaped when it said it escaped?"

"Someone controlled a Reticent Man with the Imperius Curse, and helped Fiddlesticks open the cell where it was held. The German Ministry of Magic did not find out who that person was, but my former boss, the Director of the Department of Mysteries, wrote For me, she guessed that Fiddlesticks might come looking for us."

Sherlock touched his chin, he pushed open the door of his office, and walked in with Silk.

"It wants revenge? Isn't the purpose of escaping too simple?"

Silk shook his head with a serious face.

"I was the one who took care of it before, and I know it better than others. It is a very vengeful thing. If it is capable, the first thing it will do when escaping is without hesitation. To destroy the Department of Mysteries that has imprisoned it for hundreds of years, but it obviously doesn't have this ability now, so if it wants to find someone for revenge, it will most likely come to us first."

Sherlock couldn't help twitching the corners of his mouth when he heard what she said.

"Well, even if it is eager for revenge, is it really easy for us to deal with it? We caught it before, so some things were a little more troublesome, but if it took the initiative to send it to my door this time, how can it be sure that it is mine? opponent?"

"I didn't get it." Silk shook his head gently, "But things are definitely not that simple, especially the person who released Fiddlesticks. His purpose is the key. I always feel that the person's goal It's actually you."

Sherlock's face was slightly startled, and then he narrowed his eyes, as if thinking of something.

"The target is me. That's really rare. I don't have many enemies in the magic world."

Silk didn't stay with Sherlock for long, and she still had a sixth grade class to attend.

"If it really wants to come for revenge, then its biggest target must be you. You must be careful recently."

"Don't worry, there's nothing I won't leave Hogwarts during this time." Sherlock smiled and waved his hand, signaling her to feel relieved.

After Silk left, the expression on his face gradually became calm, his eyes were deep, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

The next few days at Hogwarts were uneventful.

The Triwizard Tournament will officially start until a few days before Halloween at the end of October. The students are still enthusiastic about this competition that has not yet started, but their study and life in the castle are also continuing.

Harry has recently been able to clearly notice that George and Fred seem to be planning something. They rarely show any limelight in the Gryffindor lounge. The two always avoid everyone with a piece of parchment Mutter something.

According to Ron's private investigation, the Weasley twins are now concentrating on how to increase their age by a few months, reaching the standard for students over the age of 17 to sign up for the Triwizard Tournament.

Harry felt that their chances of success were very low. If they were really allowed to get away with it, the game would definitely be messed up.

After the first Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Sherlock gave them two more lessons on the Imperius Curse and the Killing Curse in the same way, and the memories they saw were still in Moody's head .

Now, as long as the fourth-grade students see Moody in the castle, they can't help but straighten their backs, with a respectful expression on their faces, which is completely opposite to the attitude of wanting to stay away subconsciously when they saw him in the past.

There were even a few boys who were more courageous and whose greatest dream in the future was to become an Auror in the Ministry of Magic. They cheekily approached Moody and asked him about the affairs of the Auror Command.

Moody, despite his rough appearance, has a warm heart.

One of his most famous deeds is that he once persuaded many Aurors who were swinging between the Ministry of Magic and the Death Eaters to return to the shore (it's not pointing their noses with a wand to persuade them, it really all depends on one mouth).

Facing the Hogwarts students who came to chat with him, he never refused to come, and he was also happy to point out some of their deficiencies in spells.

This made the castle warden, who was new to the castle, very popular among the students, which was completely opposite to the reputation of another castle warden, Filch, among the young wizards.

On the first day of October, the day when the Triwizard Tournament begins is getting closer and closer.

That evening, when Harry and the others came out of the Potions classroom and were about to return to the lounge, at a corner of the underground corridor, he suddenly stopped in his tracks.

"what is that?"

He looked towards an empty classroom that was empty all the year round, and through the window, he always felt that something was staring at him.

Ron and Hermione followed his gaze, but saw nothing, but Harry still didn't give up, he pushed open the door of the empty classroom, and the three walked in together.

It was empty inside, and there was no one there, but there was a yellow straw on the desk in the middle of the classroom, whether it was blown in by the wind or left behind by someone.

(End of this chapter)