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

Chapter 254 You Are Too Self-Righteous, Sherlock

"I still remember the first time I formally met you, Professor, in Diagon Alley! Mr. Weasley had an argument with Malfoy's father, and there were so many people present, only you rushed to help Wes Mr. Lai is busy!"

"Without you, the basilisk that ran out of the secret room would not be killed so easily! There is no way in the castle that no one is dead!"

"During the summer vacation, you were the first person to take me on a trip together! Without you, I still don't even know how to get from England to France! It's even more impossible to encounter those pleasant things during the trip!"

"In order to celebrate my birthday, even if the Aurors in the Ministry of Magic came to you for something urgent, you would still take me with you! In the end, even if you were busy until midnight, you still gave me a birthday meal !"

"In the third grade, without you and Professor Lupine, I knew the truth in advance! I might still hate Sirius and regard that bastard Peter as a real hero! I won't. Family reunion!"

Harry said these words with great excitement, which not only stunned Ron and Hermione, but even Sherlock forced himself to sit up from the sofa, the depression on his face turned into a bewildered look now .

"Harry, maybe you would have gone through this without me"

"But now you are a professor in the school! It's good enough to make everything better!" Harry said with a firm face.

"I don't know what if! Professor, I only know that it is because of you that these things will get better in the end! You are the best professor in Hogwarts! You deserve the best!"

After Harry's heartfelt speech, Sherlock's lingering depression seemed to have disappeared a lot.

He scratched his hair in embarrassment.

"Uh, am I that good?"

"You are just that good!"

Harry said categorically that even Ron and Hermione, who had been listening on the sidelines, were in no mood to be desperate and sad at this moment, but nodded in agreement like chickens pecking at rice.

Sherlock sat cross-legged on the sofa, touched his face, and said to himself.

"Hearing what you said, I feel like I'm not that bad anymore." Then he suddenly turned his head to look at Harry and the three of them, "By the way, what did you come to me just now?"

After being asked such a question, Harry also calmed down at this moment. Only now did he recall what the purpose of their trip was, and what Sherlock said just now.

The next moment, his face became as pale as Ron Hermione.

But until now, they have no way to recover, and what they say is like water poured out, and they can't be taken back!
"No, nothing, we just came to care about your condition."

The three of them looked at each other with pale faces like paper, finally stammered the words above, and left Sherlock's office disheartened.

As soon as he went out, he turned around and closed the office door, and Ron said as if he had lost his soul.

"It's over, this time we are really over!"

"How could the professor say such frustrating words today." Hermione also covered her face and said in pain.

Harry didn't say anything, because just when he was about to speak, he realized that there was a person leaning against the wall by the door of Sherlock's office, looking at him with a smile on his face.

"Hey, Professor Silk."

Harry stammered out the man's name, and it was at this moment that Ron and Hermione noticed that there was someone beside them!

"You don't have to worry about what Sherlock said to you yesterday and just now." Silk said softly, "His emotional state is abnormal, and his ability you know will no longer be effective."

The three of Harry looked at her in shock, opened their mouths, and didn't say anything for a long time.

"The words you said to him were very good, thank you, Harry." Silke thanked Harry with a gentle smile on his face.

Harry was on edge, and his stutter wasn't showing any signs of getting better.

"I, I just spoke the truth, no, there is nothing to thank Professor Silk."

Silk nodded, and gave them a last word.

"Don't tell what you have discovered, and don't use your own discoveries to ask Sherlock to experiment with him in the future. It will be very dangerous to you and others."

With her assurance, Harry and the others breathed a sigh of relief as if they had been reborn. Even if she didn't say anything about it, they would follow suit in the future.

Afterwards, Silk opened the door and walked into Sherlock's office.

After she left, the three of Harry dared to truly breathe a sigh of relief.

But at this time, Hermione also thought of the problem.

"Professor Silk actually knows about Professor Forrest's Crow's Mouth! And there's more information than we can get from the experiment!"

Harry showed no shock or confusion about this, he spread his hands and said.

"The relationship between the two of them is unusual. Is it strange that Professor Silk knows more than us?"

When he said that, things became more reasonable.

Now they have finally let go of the big stone that has been pressing in their hearts for a whole day and night. The bad luck they think is actually purely psychological.

Harry and the others agreed and didn't mention it again. This was purely something they frightened themselves. Instead, they chatted cheerfully about what they would have for lunch at noon today.

Just when the three little ones were going to the auditorium for lunch, Silk stood in front of Sherlock.

After the three of Harry left, he lay down on the sofa again, but the depression that filled the room had subsided a lot.

When he found Silk standing in front of the sofa with a smile on his face, staring at him, Sherlock raised his eyebrows and said listlessly.

"Did you hear everything outside?"

"He spoke very well."

Sherlock rubbed his face with his hands and sighed.

"Perhaps, Harry will indeed feel that I have done a lot for him, but in fact these are really nothing."

Silk looked at him silently, before speaking suddenly after a while.

"You're so self-righteous sometimes."

Sherlock looked at her in astonishment, he had never heard such words from Silk's mouth before.

"Why do you always blame yourself for all the mistakes? Do you have the ability to influence so many people? Why do you feel that things will be better because of you? You are also human, you can do this already Enough is enough, Sherlock!"

(End of this chapter)