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

Chapter 63 Lucius Malfoy
"Malfoy? He didn't come home for Christmas, of course I saw him at the castle."

Sherlock folded his hands on his chest and stared at them.

"Why are you asking me this?"

Under the interference of double guilt, Hermione subconsciously avoided his gaze.

"Me, we're just curious about the professor. You know, people like Malfoy are usually not very likable, have you greeted or blessed him in any way these days?"

When Hermione was asking, although Harry and Ron didn't meet Sherlock's eyes, they couldn't help but pricked up their ears.

Sherlock raised his eyebrows slightly, and for a moment he didn't understand why Hermione asked him this question.

"Greetings or blessings? Does it count as punishing him for cleaning the toilet?"

He suddenly seemed to understand something, and his eyes gradually narrowed.

"Don't you suspect that I am the murderer behind the scenes?"

Hermione, Harry and Ron blinked together, smiled twice, and looked at each other.

"How can we teach? We are just bored, just ask around."

"Yes, we just inquired casually, there is no other meaning."

"Don't misunderstand the professor, we have absolute trust in you."

Sherlock glanced at them.

"Really? Then do you want to flush the greetings and blessings of the toilet?"

The three of Harry waved their hands back again and again.

"No professor, we didn't do anything good for you, so let's forget it,"

"It suddenly occurred to me that we haven't had dinner yet. We're going to the auditorium for dinner first. Goodbye, professor!"

Seeing their backs fleeing in a hurry, Sherlock curled his lips.

"You still suspect me, what do these bastards think?"

Just after he experienced the episode of being questioned by the three of Harry, Snape also brought Draco Malfoy's father, Lucius Malfoy, to Hogwarts.

In Dumbledore's headmaster's office, Sherlock folded his hands on his chest, leaning his back against the wall covered with portraits of previous headmasters, silently watching the good show in front of him.

When Mr. Malfoy was brought to Hogwarts by Snape, his entire face was as black as if it had been covered with ashes from the fireplace.

Walking into the principal's office, and seeing Dumbledore sitting on the chair quietly waiting for him, he finally couldn't bear it anymore, his clenched fists were trembling uncontrollably, Malfoy suppressed Anxious in his heart, he asked in a cold voice.

"I handed over my child to Hogwarts, and you, Dumbledore, just reassure the parents of the students!"

It can be seen that his emotions are not faked, but really nervous and anxious, as if he is worried and afraid of something.

Dumbledore slowly crossed his hands and put them on the desk. He stared at Malfoy's face expressionlessly, and he couldn't hear what kind of emotion he was in from his voice.

"Of course Hogwarts will protect the safety of the children, but the professors in this castle, including me, are not omniscient gods. There are some things that we really cannot predict."

"You're telling me this now! My son's life and death are unknown now! Are you already thinking of shirking responsibility?"

Malfoy's eyes seemed to pop out of their sockets, and he stared fixedly at Dumbledore.

"I want to expose this matter! Let the school council vote! Expel you from Hogwarts!"

As soon as his words came out, Sherlock could clearly feel Professor McGonagall's and Snape's bodies tensing up.

Obviously they were all a little nervous, thinking that Malfoy would actually follow through on what he said.

However, Dumbledore, who was threatened himself, still had a calm look. He leaned back, leaned on the back of the chair, and said easily.

"It's your power Lucius, of course you can if you want to, but will you?"

Malfoy's eyeballs were bloodshot, and he was still staring at Dumbledore, but his clenched teeth slowly relaxed, and his voice was no longer questioning.

"You know I won't, and if you can't fix what's going on at Hogwarts, it doesn't matter who comes."

Dumbledore's eyes were serious, and he looked at Malfoy with a solemn expression.

"Now is not the time for those disputes at Vanity Fair, Lucius, you should know what the most important thing is now, among those petrified students lying in the school infirmary, there is your son Draco Malfoy .”

Malfoy was silent.

He stood there quietly, as if hesitating or considering.

This good show entered the intermission stage, and Sherlock also took the time to tease the phoenix Fox standing on the golden branch.

However, Fox obviously had no interest in him, and was unmoved by Sherlock's teasing, and raised his head, looking at him with cold eyes, as if saying "stupid human beings".

About 5 minutes later, Malfoy seemed to have finally made a balance. He was no longer aggressive, and when he spoke again, his tone suddenly softened, even pleading.

"This is the only son I have, Dumbledore, Narcissa and I can't lose him, please, really please"

Snape and Professor McGonagall were all taken aback by Malfoy's performance at this time, they had never seen this fox-like guy showing such a weak posture.

But Dumbledore seemed to have expected this, he stood up from his chair, staring at Malfoy with piercing eyes.

"He is a student at Hogwarts, so I will try my best to save him without you telling me. But what I want to know is, is there any way to end this? Or, do you have anything to say to me, Lu Hughes."

"How would I know about Hogwarts?"

Malfoy's voice was louder again, but this time he seemed more aggressive.

"I mean maybe, maybe you can tell us something of value?" Dumbledore was unmoved, still staring at him
He fell silent again.

However, the silence was not long this time, but Sherlock could clearly see that Malfoy had experienced an even more difficult decision-making struggle than before.

In the end, he seemed to force the words out of his mouth, and spoke indistinctly.

"The youngest girl in the Weasley family, she has a problem"

Dumbledore's furrowed brows relaxed, and Professor McGonagall looked at Malfoy in disbelief. Although Snape didn't show as fiercely as her, he had almost the same gaze.

"Call Miss Ginny Weasley from Gryffindor, Phineas."

(End of this chapter)