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

Chapter 417 I Love You
"So what can we do?"

In the office, the Prime Minister cautiously asked the middle-aged man who looked like a lion sitting opposite him.

Last year, this man suddenly came to his office, claiming to be the new Minister of Magic from the wizard side, and he needed to meet the Muggle Prime Minister before he took office, so as to facilitate future cooperation.

It was not the first time that the Prime Minister had learned about the existence of wizards. A few years ago, a wizard named Fudge had contacted him, and it was at that time that he learned of the existence of the wizarding world.

As a result, not long after, the wizard named Fudge brought the wizard named Scrimgeour to meet him, saying that the person who would hand over to him in the future would be the newly appointed minister.

And just now, the Minister of Magic came to explain to him that in England this morning, someone saw a lot of brooms flying in the sky with people sitting on them.

He said there was a war in the wizarding world, a violent terrorist who could not be named was trying to overthrow the existing magical regime.

And now, the defense forces of the Ministry of Magic are fighting these terrorists, and at the same time preparing the Prime Minister.

If this battle is won, then everything is okay, but once the final outcome is to lose the war, then all authority in the wizarding world will be controlled by the terrorist leader, who is an ordinary person to Muggles Extremely hostile.

To be able to achieve this position, of course, understand the reason why the lips are dead and the teeth are cold. Wizards like Fudge and Scrimgeour have been in office for so long. Apart from meeting him when they first took office, the other is to cooperate with them in arresting some criminals. that sort of thing.

They have no interest in the world of ordinary people, but when replaced by a violent person, no one can say for sure what the future will be like.

Scrimgeour was a little annoyed.

According to his previous status, at this time, he should have been the one who led the Aurors to lead the charge.

But now he could only wait for the result in the Muggle prime minister's office, and had to plan for the worst.

"We don't have to do anything, just wait here for the results."

Time passed by like this, the black tea on the desk was completely cold, but no one was in the mood to drink it.

Just as the dreary atmosphere continued, the fireplace in the prime minister's office, which was completely used as a decoration, suddenly ignited a green fire.

A man with earrings said excitedly
"Mr. Minister, the mysterious man is dead, we have won!"

After Scrimgeour heard the news, he froze on the spot.

It is not that he has never thought of such a possibility before, but the possibility of such an outcome is too low, the best situation he can foresee is nothing more than Voldemort being repelled, and the entire group of Death Eaters was hit hard.

But now... Voldemort is dead?
"Which one of you is dead?"

"Dark Lord! Mr. Minister, it's the Dark Lord! Sherlock killed him with his own hands, and his body exploded in front of everyone!"

Kingsley seemed agitated and incoherent, he could only try his best to describe the scene to Scrimgeour.

Scrimgeour finally came to his senses at this time, his loose hair seemed to explode with excitement!
"Okay, Mr. Prime Minister, this is the best result we can wait for! Then don't worry about this matter anymore, I will go back to the Ministry as soon as possible!"

Scrimgeour drew out his wand ecstatically, and just as he was about to use Apparition to leave directly, he still forgot to say to the Prime Minister who seemed to have not figured out what happened.

"I almost forgot to mention it. It is estimated that many people in the magic world will hold victory celebrations. These activities may make some Muggles aware of the abnormality. Of course, this is against the law. The Ministry will send people to stop it, but I am here I will also warn you in advance."

As soon as the words fell, his whole figure distorted for an instant, and then disappeared from the office.

As Scrimgeour said, word of the battle's results spread quickly through the streets of the wizarding world.

Even before the urgent newspaper of the Daily Prophet was written, spontaneous celebrations were already taking place in Diagon Alley.

The owner of the candy store said that all the candies are free today, and Old Tom from the Leaky Cauldron waived the order of every customer in the bar today, and even Ollivander Wand Shop held a three-day free wand repair event.

The goblins of Gringotts are still so stubborn, but every goblin visible to the naked eye has a smile on their faces.

And in bars in various places in the wizarding world, people were clinking glasses almost all the time, and they all said the same sentence in their mouths.

"Professor Forrest!"

While the wizards were jubilant, Sherlock declined the proposal that the Aurors and members of the Order of the Phoenix were going to hold a celebration party now, and handed over all the subsequent work to Dumbledore, and then did not disturb anyone. Man left the battlefield that was cheering his exploits.

He left so eagerly, not because he had other more important things to do later. After Voldemort died, Dumbledore would naturally take care of everything here.

But when he saw Silk, he asked her why she came here in surprise, and she said softly.

"I made cookies and went to your office to find you, but you weren't there."

Sherlock stared at her blankly, then a gentle smile appeared on his face.

"If you eat it now, the taste will definitely not be bad."

Then they went back to Hogwarts together.

While every wizard in the outside world was celebrating, the two huddled in Silk's office and ate warm cookies.

The setting sun outside the window shone into the office, covering the entire floor like a gauze.

Sherlock had been chatting with Silk about the embarrassing thing about Draco being coaxed by a little girl in the orphanage, until he suddenly spoke.

"Now that the Death Eaters have been captured, Voldemort is dead, and there will be some troubles about him in the future, but Dumbledore and I also have plans, and the days to come will definitely be more peaceful than before. .”

Silk tilted his head and looked at him with some doubts, Sherlock rarely showed such hesitation.

"What do you want to say?"

"I mean, you will still be a professor at Hogwarts in the future. Of course, I won't go there. I will always work in this castle in the future. There will be no change in life. Although teaching students is hard, it is also worth it. Very fulfilling and interesting.”

Sherlock didn't know what he was talking about, he only knew that he was very nervous now, and his eyes were erratic looking at the afterglow of the setting sun outside the window.

Then he took a deep breath and turned his head to stare at Silk's clear eyes.

"I actually want to say... I like you, Vera."

(End of this chapter)