Just a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

Harry's Occlumency study was proceeding in an orderly manner.

His talent in magic is actually very high, otherwise he would not have learned the Patronus Charm in less than a semester.

Therefore, Sherlock's teaching is not difficult, and it does not add much pressure to him.

Time passed quickly, and it was already December.

The conflict between Aurors and Death Eaters in the wizarding world has been fully revealed.

This made many older wizards feel like they were back in the wizarding world of the 1970s, when the situation was so turbulent.

Any wizard who is not pure in blood is almost in danger. In the past three months, the number of Muggle wizards persecuted by Death Eaters has exceeded double digits.

This made the atmosphere in the magic world even more tense.

And Scrimgeour did not sit still. He actively directed the Aurors to carry out operations, and during this period of time, there were several small-scale battles with the Death Eaters.

Both sides have their own winners and losers, and the current situation is still anxious and unclear.

Compared with the outside world, the three months in Hogwarts can be said to be much calmer.

Even Harry felt that this year could well be the quietest year he had ever been at Hogwarts.

In addition to the normal class every day, he has to learn Occlumency with Sherlock, and he is not bothered by anything else.

Hogwarts Castle, which has been in trouble in previous years, has a tendency to become the only pure land in the magical world this year.

It was in this situation that Sherlock got a new task from Dumbledore.

The first weekend of December, ending today's after-school Occlumency teaching, Sherlock said to Harry.

"I won't use it tomorrow. The class will be suspended for a day. I have something to do. I may not be able to come back in the evening."

Harry had a strong interest in what Sherlock was going to do, but he held back his interest in expressing it.

After Sherlock's long-term teaching, he at least already knew the truth of "asking less about adults and talking more about yourself".

After Harry left, Sherlock also got up and walked out of his office and went to the headmaster's room to find Dumbledore.

"Badley Barberton Village, which is where I recently found his hiding place, and he's already been living in some Muggle home to provide him with some negligible sense of security."

As soon as he entered the door, Dumbledore spoke first.

Sherlock sat down opposite him with a puzzled expression on his face.

"Why are you so sure, Professor, that he taught Voldemort the Horcrux?"

Whenever he asked a question, Dumbledore was never stingy with his answer.

"You have been in contact with Horace a few times, and he helped you not long ago, but you know nothing about him, Sherlock."

"He likes to communicate and contact with prestigious and talented people. During his tenure as Slytherin dean, he once founded a 'slug club', and those who can join it either have a prominent family background or are talented. people, and the mediocre students, he can't even remember their names."

"It is precisely because of this that Tom Riddle, who was extremely talented in magic, handsome in appearance, and a leader, was almost the perfect student in his mind, and he did not hide his love for Riddle at all."

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"The diary is a Horcrux made when Riddle was a student. At that time, I didn't think anyone else could know this magic and be willing to teach it to him. Except for Horace."

Dumbledore's analysis was well-founded. Even if Sherlock had a good impression of the timid fat walrus old man, he had to admit that, according to such a situation, he could only be the most suspect.

He sighed lightly.

"Okay, then I'll go to that village tomorrow to find him and talk to him, hoping that he can give me that memory at that time."

As if seeing Sherlock's somewhat disappointed mood, Dumbledore comforted him.

"People will not be completely denied just because they have made mistakes unintentionally. I have never doubted Horace's character. He may have some flaws in his character, but he is still a man who is better than most people. an honest person."

Sherlock didn't dwell on this matter for too long, but after a moment of silence, he asked another question.

"Can I successfully persuade him?"

Dumbledore's bright blue eyes looked at Sherlock very seriously.

"No one is more qualified than you. Your mother is also his favorite student. It's not just because of talent. Horace never got married. He treated Sally as his own daughter at the time. After you were born, He was so excited that he almost became your godfather."

"Although you have only met a few times so far, he still regards you as his closest person, and you should be able to feel that."

Of course Sherlock could feel it.

So far, he and Slughorn have only met twice in total, the most recent one where he didn't even reveal his true identity, but both times he helped him a lot.

Whether it was the bottle of Flux or Mrs. Matthew's help, Sherlock would never forget it.

"So, if you can find him tomorrow, just have a good chat with him. Whether he finally agrees or not, you should go and meet him."

After getting the specific location from Dumbledore, Sherlock finally got up and left the headmaster's office.

He walked towards his office with a heavy heart. As soon as he walked around the corner of the stairs, he saw Shilk standing quietly in front of the office door waiting for him.

When she saw Sherlock, her eyebrows subconsciously curved like a crescent moon, and a shallow smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.

"I just made some cookies in the kitchen. UU reading www.uukanshu.com"

She raised the kraft paper bag in her hand, like a little girl showing off her new work.

Compared to Sherlock's character when she first met her, Shilk's personality was undoubtedly much more lively and cheerful.

If she couldn't show such an expression two years ago, why would people cook food like cookies by herself?

Sherlock's originally gloomy face, after seeing her, unconsciously revealed a smile.

He opened the office door, took the kraft paper bag from Shilk's hand, and walked in with her.

The topics they usually chat about are nothing more than the courses in the school. After chatting for a while, Sherlock suddenly asked.

"Do you have anything else to do tomorrow?"

Silk shook his head.

"Then go with me to see an elder," Sherlock said. "A timid elder who treats me and you very well."