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

Chapter 327 Hug
Hearing Silk's words, Sherlock stopped pushing the door open.

He stared fixedly at the girl whose breathing was obviously faster than normal, and he could feel that she must have seen something bad.

Sherlock sighed softly, brought Sherlock into his office, and then closed the door.

"Tell me, what did you see?"

"You're going to have an accident." Silke looked disturbed, "If you want to do what you want to do, you will be in danger!"

Sherlock sat on the chair, and directed another chair to jump behind Silk, letting her sit down.

He just looked at Silk quietly like this, thinking, as if organizing his own words.

"I know your predictions have always been accurate, Vera. But for this thing, I always feel that the prediction itself is actually affecting the future process."

Of course Silk knew Sherlock very well, and it was very clear that what he meant by speaking like this was to organize his words and try to persuade her in turn.

She was about to speak again, but was interrupted by Sherlock.

"I am very clear that you are concerned with my safety. Although I know nothing about the talent of prophecy and am a pure layman, when I was working in the Department of Mysteries of the British Ministry of Magic, I searched a lot about prophecy in the Hall of Prophecy. material."

"Since ancient times, fortunetellers have had two interpretations of the future. One is fatalism, that is, no matter what happens in the future, even if some prophecies that can be manipulated and changed are propagandized, the final prophecy will still remain unchanged. "

"The other is the theory of causality. It is precisely because someone divined this prophecy and said it, causing the person in the prophecy to do so in order to change the future, which led to the event in the final prophecy."

"For the time being, we don't care which of these two arguments is more reasonable. Whether it is fatalism or causality, when you divination this prophecy, there will be three kinds of changes in the future."

"According to fatalism, no matter what I do, I will encounter such dangers, according to causality, it is because you told me this prophecy that I did not do that thing, but some accident caused me to do it After doing that, there was still danger in the end. And if according to the other side of causality, I ignored the warning in the prophecy and insisted on doing this, then maybe I would be safe and sound.”

Sherlock said persuasively.

"So, judging from the generalization of these three changes, I will follow my own pace at the beginning, and you will assume that you have not predicted that I will be in danger, so that my safety will be guaranteed to the greatest extent."

Silk didn't interrupt him while he was speaking, even after he finished speaking, he just stared at him silently.

Seeing Sherlock sweating all the time, and thinking about whether what he said just now was suspected of being a fool, Silke spoke.

"Before I came to you, you already knew that the risk was high, so why did you do it?"

Sherlock scratched his head, showing the sneer that he would only show in front of Silk.

"Because no one is more suitable than me for this matter, and even your prophecy is only about danger, isn't it? It's not sure that you will..."

Before Sherlock could say the last word, Silk suddenly leaned forward and hugged him!

Sherlock couldn't speak immediately, he showed complete astonishment at the beginning, he didn't know where to put his hands and feet just like before.

But soon, he came back to his senses, looked down at Silk's soft gray-silver long hair, and couldn't help showing a gentle smile on his originally stiff face.

He stroked her hair with one hand, and wrapped his arms around her slender waist with the other, feeling the girl's warm and soft body.

"I told you, don't talk nonsense."

Silk's voice, whose whole face was covered in Sherlock's arms, was a bit dull, but he couldn't hear the coldness and calmness of the past, and even if he listened carefully, he could find the slightly trembling tremolo.

Sherlock patted her head and said softly.

"I'm expressing my self-confidence, how can I call it nonsense."

"You have to go?"

"Someone has to do it, and I'm just right."

Silk quietly buried herself in Sherlock's arms without making a sound, and she didn't speak again until a long time later.

"I should have known it before I came here. You have your own persistence. If you can really listen to me, then Sherlock won't be called Sherlock anymore."

"You are not the same as before."

Sherlock blinked, still in the mood for a joke at this point.

"Become more handsome?"

His joke didn't make Silk laugh out loud, but the arms holding his body were stronger, and he buried his head deeper into his embrace.

……

British Ministry of Magic, Office of the Minister.

Compared with the previous few days, Fudge's current state can be said to be terrible.

His complexion was very poor, and there was a thick black circle around his eyes. It was obvious that he hadn't had a good rest for several consecutive nights.

Because of Dumbledore's speech, he received roaring letters from the people every day, and none of them was angry at why he chose to lie and cover up the truth.

Of course, Fudge did not open these magical letters, and directly threw them to the new secretary to deal with, while he was waiting in the office for another news.

The minister has not yet felt that it is time to throw in the towel.

He still believes that the so-called return of Voldemort is an extremely absurd lie, all of which were staged by Dumbledore and Crouch, including the unknown young professor, in order to pull him down from the throne of power. It's just a show.

As long as what they say is false, there must be a loophole, and Fudge is looking for this loophole now.

He has been waiting for three days, and the pressure from outside public opinion is also increasing.

Even if the Ministry can still be called stable, there have been voices in society that either he will step down, or he will come up with a way to prevent Voldemort from returning.

This made Fudge extremely annoyed, and he naturally attributed the appearance of this voice to Dumbledore, thinking that he was behind everything.

But today, while he was still waiting anxiously in the minister's office, there was a sudden knock on the door.

Fudge's whole body was immediately refreshed.

"Come in."

The one who pushed the door and walked in was a middle-aged witch. She was thin and dressed in a well-fitting dark green robe, looking very capable.

(End of this chapter)