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

Chapter 392

"Since Dumbledore and I discovered that this student named Tom was making Horcruxes, we have been looking for his other works."

Sherlock was like Slughorn telling them a story in the afternoon, without pressing or oppressing, he just spoke in such a flat voice.

"Three years have passed, and we have gained a lot. By understanding the past of this student named Tom, we have found several other Horcruxes."

"But we don't know exactly how many horcruxes he made, and where he got the knowledge of making horcruxes. After all, he was just a powerless orphan in Hogwarts at the beginning. What channels will have access to this knowledge.”

His voice suddenly stopped here, and Slughorn had been avoiding Sherlock's gaze all along, and he couldn't see his face clearly until now.

After a few seconds of silence, Sherlock continued to ask the final question.

"So, I came here, besides wanting to chat with you, Professor, Dumbledore invited me to come here, and let me ask you, do you know this student named Tom Riddle?"

Slughorn finally looked up after Sherlock asked the question.

His face was pale, and he just looked at Sherlock with trembling lips.

Sherlock looked at him with peaceful eyes, and didn't put any pressure on him, or force anything, as if it was an ordinary question.

After a long time, Slughorn stammered.

"I, I don't know, this man. I've never heard the name Tom, Tom."

When he answered, he was clearly avoiding Sherlock's gaze.

But after Sherlock listened to his answer, he didn't seem to have the slightest doubt, and just nodded calmly.

"I take your word for it, Professor, and I will tell Dumbledore the truth."

Only then did Slughorn breathe a sigh of relief, as if the heavens were helping him out. Silk also bought wine and vegetables from outside at this time, and set up a full table.

Sherlock poured half a glass of whiskey for Slughorn, and during the meal, he never mentioned anything about what they talked about just now, but thanked him.

"Thank you, Professor, for the help you gave me the first two times. If it weren't for you, I might be lying in a coffin now, instead of sitting here drinking with you."

Slughorn was a little puzzled.

"The first two times?"

Sherlock explained to him how Silk used his bottle of Felicia to find himself in the last event of the Triwizard Tournament, and finally let Dumbledore arrive in time with Auror matter.

Slughorn sighed.

"You shouldn't thank me, but Vera. My bottle of Felicia just provided some auxiliary effects."

Sherlock turned to look at Silk and laughed. Under the table, he naturally held her cold hand.

"Of course I want to thank her."

Chirac also looked at him and smiled, that smile was very gentle.

Slughorn seemed to want to relieve his emotions, so he drank some more wine, and when he talked to Silk, he asked about things they hadn't finished talking about in the afternoon.

"Vera said her father was an Auror in the Ministry of Magic? What's his name? Maybe he was my student once."

Silk did not hide.

"Eddie Butler, he was indeed your student, but he died in a battle with Death Eaters more than ten years ago."

Slughorn fell silent.

When he first heard Eddie's name, he wanted to say that he had some impression of this student, but when Silke said the following words, he was silent.

Sherlock refilled his glass with another drink.

"Her father died under Bella's hands. I also found out what happened to my mother back then. Bella was the one who finally drove her crazy. Not long ago, she successfully escaped from Azkaban. You I should have heard of it. I think it is a good thing, if she has been locked up on that island, then Vera and I will not be able to take revenge, and now she has escaped and gave me a chance."

He seemed to have drunk too much, chattering with Slughorn about what he had been holding back in his heart.

"There is also the mysterious man. I know you are afraid, Professor, that I will say that name, but I am not. No matter how strong he is, he is still a human being, and any human being will be killed. I stabbed him before and failed to kill him. Let him He ran away. But this is a good thing, let him die so easily, wouldn't it be too cheap for him."

"How many people did he kill? How many people died indirectly under his hands? Of course, I am not a person with a strong sense of social responsibility for the magic world, but I know that my mother's death is related to him, and my friend's Death also has something to do with him, so he deserves to die."

Listening to Sherlock's narration, Slughorn kept raising his glass, drinking the whiskey in the glass silently.

He was silent, but there was clearly something struggling in those eyes.

Sherlock's words, which seemed to be confided and seemed to be talking to himself, continued.

"To be honest, professor, I may have been very interested in the position of professor of defense at Hogwarts before, but after teaching in this position for a year, I actually don't want to stay here anymore. But I always None of them chose to leave, even though I know very well that what you said to me at the beginning was right, this is not the safest place in the magic world at all, and it can even be said that there is no other place that is more dangerous than it."

"But I never chose to leave, not because I like teaching so much, nor because I hate those students. Do you know why? Professor."

Slughorn spoke in a hoarse voice.

"why?"

"I'm afraid." Sherlock said, clutching his forehead, "I'm afraid that because of my existence, the situation will go wrong, because the more I know, the more I understand how much impact I have had on this school. The impact seems to be good now, but in fact, only I know best, whether it is good or bad, it is not just visible on the surface."

"I must stay here and try to do everything I can to make everything better and better than before, so that I can rest assured of myself, this castle, and those children."

Slughorn had already clenched his teeth at some point.

After Sherlock finished speaking, he seemed to have made some major decision. He drew out his wand, aimed it at the temple, and pulled out a silver thread representing memory from his mind!
(End of this chapter)