Just a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

Sherlock looked at the news headline in the newspaper with some horror, and his whole body was inexplicably chilled. ъìQυGΕtV.℃ǒΜ

And Dumbledore, who was standing beside him, obviously saw this line of words.

It's just that compared to the news in the newspaper, his attention was obviously more on Boke.

Then all the surrounding pictures began to shatter, like the toilet sucking water. Sherlock and Dumbledore were both sucked out by a rapid vortex, and then reappeared in the principal's office.

The dancing candles made the room appear shaky.

On the wall, the portraits of the former principals seemed to be really asleep at this time, and the light snoring was steady and long.

Dumbledore didn't speak first, he sat on the chair, his hands crossed, as if thinking about something. .

Sherlock said in a deep voice.

"The connection of these four memory pictures shows that Bock actually suspected Riddle after seeing the news of Mrs. Smith's death. Judging from the furnishings in the store, the timing of Riddle's resignation and The time when Mrs Smith was murdered was very close."

Sherlock's words also aroused Dumbledore's thoughts, he said softly.

"Hepziba Smith, I know this witch. In the early 20th century, she was privately rated by some small newspapers as the richest witch in the British magic world. She likes to collect all kinds of precious antiques. The old, the famous, the more she likes her, and she calls herself a descendant of Hufflepuffs."

Hearing the last sentence, Sherlock's eyes suddenly became subtle.

"Did Voldemort get the Hufflepuff Gold Cup that Voldemort made into a Horcrux from her?"

Dumbledore tapped his fingers lightly on the top of the desk.

"Hepzibah's death caused quite a stir at the time, and the Ministry of Magic concluded that it was her house-elf who accidentally put poison into the cocoa tea as sugar, which led to the tragedy. , but that house-elf named Hokey seems to be alive today..."

Sherlock's eyes instantly lit up.

"It would be easier if that house-elf was still alive!"

Dumbledore nodded, he said tiredly.

"Now we know of four of Voldemort's Horcruxes, the diary, Hufflepuff's gold cup, all destroyed, and Ravenclaw's tiara from Lady Grey, and the one you know from the House of Requirement. The one sensed in, of course, the crown and the Horcrux in the Room of Requirement may be the same."

"I hope there will be new discoveries from the clue of Hepziba. It's already very late, Sherlock has worked hard for you today, and the matter about Haoqi will be handed over to me, and there is new progress. I will contact you later."

Sherlock did feel a little tired. It was already past midnight. He said goodbye to Dumbledore, and Fox helped him send him directly home.

The place he chose to land was outside the house, just because he didn't want to disturb Silk's rest.

But when he walked to the door, he found that through the living room window, he could still see the lights inside the house.

Sherlock froze for a while, then smiled helplessly and sighed, then gently opened the living room door and walked in.

There was still a low-pitched commercial on the TV, and Silke just curled up on the sofa, covered with a blanket, as if she had fallen asleep after waiting for a long time.

The food on the table was still a little warm. Obviously, she had warmed it up several times before finding out that someone had not come back.

Sherlock's mouth curled into a gentle smile.

No matter how late, there will be someone waiting for you to come back with a light on, and she will try to prepare hot meals for you whenever possible.

It is difficult and simple to make a man feel at home.

Sherlock didn't go to eat, but quietly walked into the bedroom and took out a thicker blanket to cover Shilk's body.

However, when he approached the girl cautiously, and the tip of his nose smelled the faint and unique fragrance, Shilk moved his head slightly.

"Sherlock."

She obviously hadn't fully woken up yet. After she noticed the familiar figure, she was still half asleep.

Seeing that the **** the sofa had been disturbed, Sherlock simply threw the blanket aside and whispered in a consultative tone.

"Is it okay to go back to the bedroom and sleep? It's uncomfortable to sleep on the sofa."

Shilk shook his head dazedly and childishly.

"No...think...get up."

Sherlock stared at her white and tender face, which was so refined and perfect that it seemed that the facial features did not belong to this world, and an impulse arose in his heart for no reason.

He put one hand under the girl's knee, and the other hand wrapped around her back. At this time, Shilk also seemed to make a subconscious action unconsciously, and two slender arms wrapped around him. neck.

Sherlock gently hugged the girl like this.

Silk is not heavy, it can even be said to be surprisingly light.

But Sherlock felt that his face was redder than ever, and his heart beat faster, as if he was drunk.

However, the pace under his feet was very steady, and he slowly walked up the stairs and walked towards Shilk's bedroom.

When there were still three meters away from the bedroom door, the hidden wooden door opened silently by itself.

From the living room upstairs to entering the bedroom, two or three minutes passed, but Sherlock felt like only two or three seconds had passed.

As if he didn't know what was going on, he came to the girl's bedroom with the soft body in his arms.

He can guarantee that he used the greatest willpower in his life to put her gently on the bed.

It's just that when Sherlock was about to get up and leave, Shilk's arms were still around his neck, and he didn't mean to let go.

The girl's delicate face, which was as stable as tofu, had a faint blush, and the eyes hidden under the black ribbon were open or closed at this time.

Seeing those fresh and tender red lips that looked like petals, and the tip of her nose that was upturned and like suet jade, Sherlock's breathing became a little heavier.

The air seemed to be stagnant for a few seconds.

In the end, he slowly kissed the girl's flawless forehead and said softly.

"Don't make trouble, go to bed honestly, it's already very late."

It was only at this time that Shilk's arm relaxed, and Sherlock was able to break free and escaped from the girl's room.

Going back to his bedroom in embarrassment, Sherlock closed the door like a thief, leaned closely behind the door, and took a deep breath.

At the same time, he subconsciously grimaced and stretched out his slap.

"asshole!"

However, before his slap landed on his face, he suddenly reacted, and his tone suddenly became more assertive.

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