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

Chapter 67

Sherlock has not thought about whether he can catch the murderer behind the scenes, but he thinks that the possibility of finding the old book is still very high.

He hasn't forgotten that he found something wrong with a certain student before, and now he has at least one object of suspicion.

"Password?"

The portrait of the fat lady in front of Gryffindor yawned and asked Sherlock perfunctorily.

She has been notified that the professor will search the lounge next, and asking for a password is just a routine matter.

"Dragon slag."

After reporting the correct password, the Portrait of the Fat Lady opened the entrance to the lounge and let Sherlock in.

When the prefects of each college introduce the freshmen, they will brag about the lounge of their college, and no outsiders have entered it for hundreds of years.

Sherlock felt that there was a high probability that these words were false.

Although the entrances to the lounges of the four academies are guarded in different ways, as long as there are wizards who really want to go in, these simple guards cannot stop them.

Like him now, with Dumbledore's permission, a Ravenclaw graduate walked into the Gryffindor lounge in a grand manner.

Sherlock didn't have a serious desire for voyeurism, and he wasn't interested in knowing what these students were hiding in their dormitories.

After entering here, he went straight to the boys' dormitory, and Professor McGonagall would search the girls' dormitory.

Even for the restless Gryffindor, the bedroom wasn't too messy.

This is not because of how diligent these little lions are, but because there are hardworking house elves helping them clean up every day.

Searching the dormitory is not too troublesome. Sherlock only needs to wave his wand lightly after entering, and use a flying spell to summon all the books in the room to him.

After checking that there is no problem, let all the books fly back to their original positions.

But after entering a room that seemed to be the same as other dormitories, Sherlock's attention suddenly became extremely focused.

He saw the signatures on the parchments on the desk.

This is Harry and Ron's bedroom.

But the focus of his attention was not on Harry and the others.

Like other dormitories, after using the Flying Curse to test that all the books in the dormitory were correct, he deliberately walked to the four-poster bed with Neville Longbottom's name on it, and inspected all of Neville's belongings. Double check.

As a result, no unusual items were found.

Sherlock frowned, and he checked everything related to Neville in this bedroom again, and the result was still the same.

Sherlock, who found nothing in the end, could only leave the Gryffindor lounge. After checking Ravenclaw's boys' dormitory, he also found nothing.

At eight o'clock in the evening, the four professors in charge of the search gathered in the corridor in front of the auditorium.

"I didn't find anything here." Professor Sprout, who searched the dorms of Slytherin and Hufflepuff girls, shook his head.

Needless to say the rest, Sherlock could tell from the faces of Professor McGonagall and Snape that they also found nothing.

He touched his chin and turned his gaze to the door of the auditorium.

"Let's look at the situation of the students first. The student who was bewitched may have kept the book with him all the time."

The professors all turned their eyes to the door of the auditorium, and now this is indeed the only possibility.

They walked into the auditorium, and Professor Flitwick cooperated with Filch at this time to count all the students in the auditorium.

It was determined that everyone was here except for the three students who were lying in the school hospital when they were attacked.

There are five professors gathered in the auditorium now.

Four deans, plus Sherlock, the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor with a special position in Hogwarts.

Students are divided into colleges, and the dean of each college is responsible for checking the students of his own college.

Of course, they did not say that they were searching for old books, but observed each student quietly.

Sherlock had touched that old book before, and it wasn't very thin. If someone carried it with him all the time, it would be obvious, especially now that most of the students were wearing pajamas.

And Sherlock came to the Gryffindor rest area with a clear goal, and found Neville who was sitting on the ground alone in a daze.

"Mr. Longbottom."

When Neville heard Sherlock's voice, his body trembled with fright, and he raised his head in a little panic.

"Foo, Professor Forrest."

Seeing his reaction, Sherlock confirmed his guess even more.

There must be something wrong with Neville!
After tracing the clues in the principal's office, he already felt that it was probably not the Malfoys and his son that caused the mark on his left arm to react in the bookstore, but the old book.

After coming to Hogwarts, such a scorching reaction happened to Neville again.

This had to make Sherlock associate them together.

"Mr. Longbottom, can you tell me where you were when Malfoy was attacked?"

Sherlock asked lightly.

However, his gaze did not meet Neville's gaze, but he was looking at the things on Neville's body.

Neville seemed very nervous when he asked him this, and stammered.

"I, I was with Seamus and the others, in the dormitory, doing potions class homework in the dormitory."

Before Sherlock could ask another question, Seamus on the side took the initiative to speak.

"Yes, Professor, I can testify for Neville!"

It doesn't matter where Neville was when Malfoy was attacked. It doesn't have to be watched by its owner when the basilisk launches an attack. Sherlock asked this just as an excuse to talk to Neville. .

But the result let him down again.

Neville had already changed into his pajamas by this time, and he had nowhere to hide anything, let alone such an obvious old book.

Sherlock didn't get any more questions, and he was also worried that he would scare the snake away. If the old book was rushed, it would come directly to Hogwarts and then slip away, which would be troublesome.

The inspection of the students also ended quickly, and the five professors got together again, but none of them found anything.

Professor McGonagall's face was ugly, she turned and left the auditorium.

"I'll go to Albus and see if there's anything else he can do."

Professor Sprout sighed and shook his head.

"I'm going to put the students to bed."

Professor Flitwick passed by with her, leaving only Snape and Sherlock standing on the high platform, looking at the students below who, under the orders of the two professors, got into their sleeping bags and prepared to fall asleep.

"It didn't turn out as you said." Snape said coldly.

Sherlock was also very depressed, and he replied coldly.

"If everything is as I think, then I am not a wizard but a god in the mouth of Muggles."

(End of this chapter)