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

Chapter 270 Harry Potter
Sherlock, who had already sentenced Harry to death in his heart, beat his chest hard, and managed to recover.

He said pitifully to Silk.

"It's not just an ordinary colleague relationship, even if it's not an elder... Cough, it's a relationship between that and that, it can still be called a friend."

At this time, they had already reached the door of Silk's office, and Silk hadn't shown any kindness to Sherlock until now.

"Who is your friend."

He reached out and took the two magic books directly from his arms, turned and opened the door, and walked into his office.

Even if Fleur is blind, she can now see that even if the relationship between Sherlock and Silk is not the relationship between boyfriend and girlfriend as Harry said, the relationship between them is very unusual.

Sherlock didn't show much embarrassment at this time. He cleared his throat, as if he had returned to the serious and serious Hogwarts professor role in front of Fleur.

"The castle has almost taken you around today, so let's go here first. I have other things to do later, so I can't accompany you anymore."

Fleur didn't mean to take up too much of Sherlock's time, she said generously.

"Thank you for taking me around the entire Hogwarts castle today, but I won't let Hogwarts warriors down in the Triwizard Tournament because of this."

Sherlock chuckled lightly.

"The specific list of warriors has not been selected yet, but you are very confident."

Fu Rong said indifferently.

"Except for me, Beauxbaton is not eligible to be named a warrior."

"Then I wish you good results in this competition in advance."

Furong looked proud.

"Of course."

The two separated here, and Fleur then returned to Beauxbaton's palace-like carriage.Sherlock also returned to the office and continued to fiddle with the wooden box containing Fiddlesticks.

The day of Halloween passed quickly, and when the night fell, the time for the Halloween party to be held every year in the past was slightly different this year.

The students were not in the mood to enjoy the same rich Halloween dinner as yesterday's dinner.

Everyone was absent-mindedly eating the food on the table, not even in the mood to chat.

His eyes were fixed on the Goblet of Fire placed in front of Dumbledore's seat on the long table belonging to the professor on the high stage of the auditorium.

At this time, the wooden goblet was still emitting white and blue flames. It looked ordinary, but it caught everyone's attention.

Also sitting on the high platform, Sherlock didn't have any expectations, his attention was always on the few guests who were sitting at the same table.

Whether it's Karkaroff or Madam Maxim, the eyes that looked at the Goblet of Fire also revealed nervousness.

Even Sherlock, who was observing carefully, could tell from Karkaroff's eyes that he was a little more nervous than Madam Maxim.

He seemed to value the student named Krum very much. If he hadn't been selected, Durmstrang seemed to have no chance of winning this time.

As for the other two referees - Balmain and Crouch from the Ministry of Magic, their emotions seemed much more normal.

Balmain, who has a more cheerful personality, is also looking forward to the list of participating warriors. His face is more excited than nervous.

Crouch had a dull expression on his face, as if this match had nothing to do with him at all, and his job this trip was to deal with it, which was very close to his temperament.

And tonight, Sherlock wasn't exactly a bystander.

Dumbledore assigned him and Moody a task, and when the list of warriors came out, they would work with the five referees to guide them.

What exactly to do, Dumbledore did not say, but they should know soon.

The dinner ended very quickly when everyone deliberately speeded up the process.

When every gold plate on the long table became clean, Dumbledore stood up in front of everyone.

He reached out and waved his wand gently, and most of the candles in the auditorium were extinguished.

The surrounding environment became dim, and in front of him, the wooden goblet with white and blue flames was even more eye-catching.

"Okay, the Goblet of Fire is about to make a decision." Dumbledore said, "I guess there is still 1 minute left. Before that, I have to chatter about something. After the name of the warrior is announced, I hope They walked to the front of the auditorium, walked past the staff desks, and entered the next room."

He pointed to the door behind the instructor's desk and said.

"They will get their initial guidance here."

After his words fell, everyone in the auditorium held their breath.

The Goblet of Fire now emitted a dazzling light, brighter than anything in the auditorium, and even the blue-white light made people feel a little dazzling.

At this moment, the flame suddenly turned red!

Sparks kept splashing out of the wooden cup, and then a flame burst into the air, and a piece of charred parchment flew out, and Dumbledore took it into his hand.

He didn't mean to whet his appetite, so he just read the name above.

"Hero of Durmstrang - Viktor Krum!"

Immediately, there was a burst of strong cheers in the auditorium, even the students of Hogwarts were not stingy with their applause.

Soon another piece of parchment flew out of the Goblet of Fire.

"Warrior of Beauxbatons - Fleur Delacour!"

The applause in the auditorium sounded again.

As a result, just like what Fleur said to Sherlock before, Beauxbaton has no one qualified to be named a warrior of this school except her.

The parchment with the names of Hogwarts warriors also flew out of the Goblet of Fire very quickly, and Dumbledore spoke the name on the note with a clear and resonant voice.

"Hero of Hogwarts - Cedric Diggory!"

The applause this time was undoubtedly countless times warmer than the previous two.

The cheers were deafening throughout the Great Hall, the Hufflepuffs were jumping up and down, they kept screaming and stomping.

After a long time, the commotion subsided.

Just when Dumbledore happily announced that the three school warriors had been selected, and they would represent their schools to compete for honor.

The Goblet of Fire did not go out, but turned from blue and white to red again, and the fourth piece of parchment suddenly flew out of it!

The huge auditorium instantly became quiet, and Dumbledore took the parchment with a solemn face.

Everyone watched as he cleared his throat and read aloud.

"Harry Potter!"

(End of this chapter)