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

Chapter 243 Straw
Silk has watched over Fiddlesticks for nearly ten years. Even in the German Ministry of Magic, it is impossible to find a wizard who understands the habits of this straw man better than her.

"Nightmare is a way for it to restore its strength. It is most suitable for use in places with many people. This kind of behavior will not have any intuitive impact on people, but it will subtly absorb people's energy, and it will cause problems after a long time. "

Professor McGonagall frowned.

"It's hidden in Hogwarts now, is there a way to find it?"

Silke said seriously.

"This is one of its purposes. Using such means to restore its own strength is second to none. What it hopes most is that we will take the initiative to find it. Only in its suitable environment can its ability be fully exerted. It has the power of revenge." Opportunity. In this way, he will not hide in a place where we can't find it, or it will show itself and let us know."

Her words caused all the professors in the lounge to fall into deep thought.

Soon Sherlock looked up at Professor McGonagall and asked.

"It was Harry and the three who had the nightmare first?"

"Yes, on Friday night, Harry, Ron, and Hermione all had this nightmare together. At first they didn't pay much attention to it, until the dormitory where the three of them were in also appeared the same thing the next night. Harry and the others found me."

"Then call Harry and the others first. As the source of infection, they may have been exposed to things related to the straw man."

Soon, with the help of the portrait in the lounge, Harry and his party of three who had just come out of the auditorium after lunch were called into the lounge.

Facing a group of professors here, they were obviously a little nervous.

Sprout comforted them a few words with a pleasant face, Flitwick feared that they were not full for lunch, so he gave them each a small cream cake.

And this time the person who was in charge of questioning them was naturally Sherlock, and he didn't show a multi-faceted harsh and serious expression, just like ordinary question and answer in class, asking them.

"Did you encounter any strange things on Friday? Or saw anything strange?"

Harry and the three of them looked at each other, and finally Harry answered.

"We finished Potions class and were about to go upstairs from the corner of the stairs. I felt something staring at us in the empty classroom next to us, but when we went in, we found nothing inside. That day After having a nightmare at night, we also suspected that there was something wrong with this place, so we went to check again, but still found nothing."

Sherlock keenly felt that this clue was very important, so he asked emphatically again.

"Are you sure there is nothing in that classroom?"

Harry thought for a moment, then suddenly seemed to remember something, and said.

"On that desk in the middle of the classroom! We found a straw. Ron Hermione and I both thought it might have been blown in by the wind from the outside, so we didn't care and threw it away."

The atmosphere in the common room was suddenly quiet. Not only Sherlock sensed the problem, but the other professors also sensed that something was wrong with the straw in Harry's mouth.

"Where did you throw it?"

Harry's memory of this was clear.

"It's in the trash can in that empty classroom!"

Sherlock stood up from his chair, nodded to Professor McGonagall, and then patted Harry on the shoulder.

"Reported this matter to the professor in time. You did a good job Harry. If you want to hide it and solve it on your own before you tell it two days later, the consequences of the matter will be very troublesome."

Harry was very embarrassed by Sherlock's compliment, he always felt that such a compliment was actually calling him a fool before.

Although it is indeed reckless.

After learning the exact location of that classroom, Harry and the three of them were put back. They still had classes in the afternoon, and there was nothing they could do to help them.

The only people who went to inspect the classroom were Sherlock, Silk and Professor McGonagall. The other professors also had classes in the afternoon. Although the Gryffindor students didn't sleep well last night, Hogwarts Not to the point of immediate suspension.

The classroom that Harry and the others mentioned was not difficult to find, it was just next to the stairs on the basement level of the castle.

This is a long-abandoned Charms classroom. It seems that there have been no students or teachers in it for decades. Even Professor McGonagall has no impression of this classroom.

They opened the door and walked in. First, they checked the entire classroom. Silk, who was blindfolded, was the one who could see the most clearly.

"It's been here, and it's been for a while."

Except that Silk could rely on her strange feeling to detect that it had been here, neither Sherlock nor Professor McGonagall found anything else.

But they quickly found the trash can in this classroom, but there was no straw that Harry said he threw here.

"The house elves clean the commonly used classrooms every evening, and the empty classrooms are cleaned once a week. It is very likely that this classroom has already been cleaned by them."

Professor McGonagall looked at the empty trash can and said thoughtfully.

They didn't stop in the empty classroom, they went directly to the Hogwarts kitchen, which was also the base camp of the house-elves.

The entrance to the kitchen is located in the same corridor as the entrance to the Hufflepuff lounge, just scratch the pear on the fruit mural hanging on the wall in the corridor, a doorknob will appear, and the kitchen door can be opened up.

Responsible for the food and sanitation of the entire Hogwarts, there are many house elves serving the castle. They come and go in the kitchen as large as the auditorium. It seems that there are hundreds of people.

Seeing Professor McGonagall walking in with Sherlock and Silk, all the house-elves stopped what they were doing. Everyone timidly grabbed the rags around their bodies and opened their eyes. Big eyes that are not cute at all look at them.

A house-elf came out to greet them.

"Excuse me, is there anything you want us to do when you come to the kitchen? Professor McGonagall."

Professor McGonagall looked at the house-elf who was no different from other house-elves, and couldn't even tell the gender, and called out his name easily.

"Abby, I want to know who is responsible for cleaning the classrooms on the basement floor during this time?"

After her question, almost all the house-elves turned their eyes in one direction.

(End of this chapter)