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

Chapter 281 Tip
"What Happened in the Forbidden Forest of Sorcerers in Romania"

Sherlock touched his chin, as if thinking about something.

"The combination of these two things, do you think of anything else?" He looked at Silk.

Without any hesitation or hesitation, Silk spit out a word from his mouth.

"dragon."

Romania is the most famous in the entire European magic world, and it is undoubtedly that this place has the world's largest fire dragon research base.

At Hogwarts' Gryffindor house, going to Romania to be a brave dragon trainer is also the second most ideal career after going to the Ministry of Magic called Auror.

So after combining these two obvious clues, Sherlock and Silk were not unexpectedly associated with creatures like fire dragons.

Obviously Moody had thought of this before, so he just said that to Harry in the tavern.

"The first event of the Triwizard Tournament is very likely to be related to fire dragons. But whether the man in black robe I saw is a Romanian dragon trainer is still open to debate."

Moody, who was limping when he walked, did not go shopping with Sherlock and Silke. After venting to Sherlock about the abnormalities he had discovered during this period, he returned to Hoag alone. Watts Castle.

As the temporary castle guard this year, Moody's main responsibility is to protect Hogwarts Castle. Even during a holiday like Hogsmeade Week, he only has half a day to relax at most.

Sherlock and Silko continued to walk on the streets of the town.

"If the first event is really going to be a dragon, how are they going to keep the students safe?"

Silk's tone was calm, but Sherlock could hear her worry from it.

After all, she has been a professor in this castle for almost three months.It is also very clear that no matter what the situation is, protecting the safety of students is the most important thing for schools and teachers to do.

Sherlock patted her on the shoulder reassuringly.

"The group of dragon trainers are not for nothing, they will have the ability to control these fire dragons."

In fact, when she first asked this question, Silk had already regretted it, but before she stopped Sherlock from speaking, he had already finished speaking.

This made Silk couldn't help but frown, as if annoyed at his carelessness.

The previous words may indeed be fine, but after Sherlock utters this sentence, the consequences will not be certain.

"gone back."

She turned and walked in the direction of Hogwarts Castle.

Sherlock looked puzzled.

"It's only been less than one morning, why don't you continue shopping?"

Silk said without looking back.

"Until the end of the first project, we'd better stay in the castle and watch the students."

Sherlock could only helplessly follow behind her, secretly muttering in his heart, sure enough, a woman's mood is like the weather in England, which is ever-changing at any time.

Back at Hogwarts Castle, the two of them separated and returned to their offices.

Because this week is the first Hogsmeade week of this semester, basically all the students who are eligible to go out have all gone out, and only those little wizards in the first and second years who are not old enough to participate in Hogsmeade week are left in the castle them.

After Sherlock returned to the office, he didn't have nothing to do. Whenever he had time recently, he would try to communicate with Fiddlesticks who was hanging around his neck.

This creature that has lived for centuries naturally has an independent way of thinking.

When they were still in a hostile relationship before, the two parties had a brief conversation. Now that they have signed a magic contract, their communication is naturally more barrier-free.

It's just that this kind of communication is no longer limited to language, but as long as the other party wants to, they can directly understand his meaning in thought, which is more direct, simple and clear than verbal expression.

But now if the relationship between Fiddlesticks and Sherlock can be realized as a numerical value, it will definitely be a proper negative number.

The straw man, who didn't know that he had been stumbled on the contract, didn't want to respond to any communication from Sherlock at all.

It just wants to be alone now, to relieve the faint sadness of facing another 100 years in prison.

But of course what Sherlock cares about is not what it wants to do, but what I want to do.

He will directly talk to Sherlock and answer Sherlock's questions, which is also included in the scope of "work".

And if the work is not done well, the sentence of its imprisonment will be extended. These are clearly written in the contract.

As a result, Fiddlesticks, full of sadness, could only be forced to work.

"I said, tip, you should know what you are after living for so long, right?"

"..."

"What? You don't know what you are?"

"..."

"Anyway, you're already like this when you're conscious? Tsk tsk tsk, then you're really not an ordinary thing!"

"..."

"I'm not insulting you, nor scolding you. It's your own understanding. Also, since you came out of Azkaban Island at the beginning, do the dementors on the island now count as you?" Son, grandson, something like that?"

"..."

"Pretend to be silent and play deep, don't you! Passive sabotage, be careful that I will extend your imprisonment!"

"..."

Excluding the part where Sherlock deliberately made fun of it, he could actually ask a lot of valuable things from this creature that lived longer than Nick Flamel, the living fossil among wizards.

For example, the special time-turner that brought Sherlock and Snape back to the past, if it hadn't gone to the Underground Command, no one would be able to find it in the future.

In this way, he chatted with Fiddlesticks, Sherlock always asked questions unilaterally, and Fiddlesticks gave short answers with great reluctance, and an afternoon passed.

Only when the sky outside was completely dark did Sherlock end this "friendly" exchange with satisfaction.

At this time, he looked at the time and found that it was eleven o'clock at night before he knew it.

Let alone the dinner in the auditorium, even the curfew in the castle has already started, Sherlock can only go downstairs on an empty stomach, wanting to go to the kitchen to see if there is anything edible, let him fill it abdomen.

The house-elves who saw him actually come to the kitchen to ask if there was any supper were all panicked.

In the end, it was Sherlock who had met here before, and the special house-elf Dobby treated him to a not too late supper.

And just when Sherlock, who was full of food and drink, left the kitchen and was about to return to his residence on the same route, his eyes suddenly fixed on a direction outside the castle.

(End of this chapter)