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

Chapter 300 Imperius Curse

If Harry and the others knew that Silk had given Sherlock a "vaccination" early in the morning, the three of them would not know how grateful they would be.

Ever since they discovered Sherlock's crow mouth talent, they have developed a customary habit.

Never spend too much time with Sherlock at Christmas time!

So Harry and the others tried to avoid Sherlock's course of action early in the morning.

Fortunately, Sherlock didn't run around in the castle that day. He stayed in the auditorium after breakfast, helping Flitwick arrange the scenes and decorations for tonight's dance.

Silke naturally had nothing to do today, she just sat on the professor's long table on the high platform, propped her face with one hand, and watched Sherlock and Flitwick set the scene together quietly.

"We need a little gold decoration."

Flitwick stepped on the stool and waved his wand at the wreath hanging on the wall.

The next moment, countless shiny sparkles emerged around the garland, adding a different color.

Sherlock also tapped his wand lightly, and a silver light for embellishment appeared around the golden surroundings.

"By the way, Professor Flitwick, will you attend the dance tonight?"

As a student who graduated from Ravenclaw, even though he has become a professor now, Sherlock's name for Flitwick has never changed, and he always pays attention to such small details.

With Sherlock's support, Flitwick climbed down from the high stool and said with a smile on his face.

"Of course I will participate! This is a rare event, and my old arms and legs must be active."

As he spoke, Flitwick glanced at Silk from the corner of his eye, who had been focusing on them, specifically on Sherlock, and teased in a low voice.

"Aren't you really going to dance at today's ball? Wasn't what you said that day an excuse to refuse that little girl?"

Sherlock looked helpless.

"You are so old, why do you still like gossip so much? I really can't dance."

Flitwick laughed heartily.

"Don't make excuses for yourself, Sherlock, not being able to dance is not a problem that hinders you. Always using this as a cover will only make people think you are hypocritical."

Sherlock scowled.

"Why do you even say that?"

"If anyone else said that to you, it proves that she sees you very clearly." Flitwick smiled and blinked.

Sherlock was noncommittal, and helped to float the high stool, and changed it to another wreath, so that it was convenient for Flitwick to cast the spell.

Now is the free time in the morning, most of the students went to play in the snow outside the castle or go skating on the Black Lake, in the whole auditorium except for the two of them and Silk who were on the set, there were only a few of them leaning against the warm fireplace Former gossiping Astronomy Professor Sinista, and Muggle Studies Professor Bubbaji.

They seemed to be chatting about something interesting, looked at Silk and laughed, then waved to her from a distance, inviting her to sit down together.

Silke hesitated for a while, and finally left from the long table, sat next to the two female teachers, and was chatted by them with questions and answers.

Sherlock also saw this scene, and he had a gratified expression on his face. He had always hoped that Silk could communicate more with other people and change her withdrawn personality.

At this moment, Hagrid came in from the outside carrying a fir tree.

Once inside, he called out to Flitwick.

"This is the largest and most suitable fir tree I can find. No matter how big the others are, the auditorium will not fit it."

The fir tree he was carrying on his shoulders was indeed very thick, even Hagrid, who was over three meters tall, looked extraordinarily "delicate" holding it.

Such a thick tree, obviously Hagrid used a reducing spell on it, otherwise even he would not be able to carry it so easily.

Flitwick was very satisfied with the performance of this year's Christmas tree. He directed Hagrid to put the tree in a suitable position, and then stood in front of the tree, planning how to decorate it.

Sherlock clapped his hands and sat down at a long table in the auditorium. A steaming cup of black tea appeared in front of him at the right time.

The foster elves at the castle knew his likes and dislikes well, and knew what to prepare for him when he rested.

Sherlock picked up the cup of black tea and just took a sip when a somewhat hunchbacked figure approached him.

After Moody sat down, a glass of cider also appeared in front of him.

"Oh, thank you."

He picked up the glass of cider, mumbled his thanks, took a gulp, and said to Sherlock.

"Karkaroff has been honest since he came to Hogwarts. Except for deliberately favoring students from his own school when scoring the first event, he didn't do anything out of the ordinary."

Holding the cup of warm black tea in both hands, Sherlock said lightly.

"His resume can't be hidden at all. In such a conspicuous situation, I don't think he will do something out of the ordinary, especially this year Dumbledore specially invited you here, which actually shows an attitude. "

Moody didn't say anything more about this. At first, he was more suspicious of Karkaroff, but judging from the current situation, Sherlock's view is more accurate.

"Since Kingsley and Tonks received my letter, they have been paying more attention to Crouch who has returned to the Ministry of Magic, and they have indeed discovered something that is not quite right."

Moody said solemnly.

"Kingsley specially contacted me yesterday with Floo powder. He said that Crouch's work status is obviously different from before. He now stays in the Ministry of Magic for a short time, often at home, and even if he is in the Ministry of Magic. The spirit is also very depressed.”

"According to Crouch's assistant, Percy Weasley, Crouch is sick, so he is often absent from his post."

After listening to Moody's narration, Sherlock narrowed his eyes.

"According to your experience as an Auror for so many years, do you think his state is really sick?"

Moody fell into a brief silence.

He was the veteran of the Aurors, and Crouch had always been Voldemort's most reliable boss during the most rampant period, and he didn't want to make a decision in this situation.

But Moody has never been the kind of person who is indecisive and entangled in old love.

His voice was hoarse and he said in a cold tone.

"His state doesn't look like he's sick, it's more like someone's Imperius Curse!"

(End of this chapter)