Just a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

"Dumbledore and I have been looking for his other works since we discovered that this student named Tom was making Horcruxes."

Sherlock was like Slughorn telling them stories in the afternoon, without questioning or oppression, he just spoke in such a flat and indifferent voice.

"Three years have passed, and we have also gained a lot. By learning about the past of this student named Tom, we have found several other Horcruxes."

"But we don't know how many Horcruxes he made, and where did he get the knowledge of making Horcruxes. After all, he was just a powerless orphan in Hogwarts at first, and he didn't have any What channels will be exposed to this knowledge.”

His voice suddenly stopped here. Slughorn avoided Sherlock's gaze all the time, and he couldn't see his face until now.

After a few seconds of silence, Sherlock continued to ask his final question.

"So, I came here, in addition to wanting to chat with you, Professor, and Dumbledore invited me here to ask you, do you know this student named Tom Riddle?"

Slughorn finally raised his head after Sherlock asked this question.

His face was pale, and he looked at Sherlock with trembling lips.

Sherlock looked at him with peaceful eyes, without exerting any pressure on him, or forcing him to do anything, as if it was a sparse and ordinary inquiry.

After a long time, Slughorn stammered.

"I, I don't know, this man. Soup, I've never heard the name Tom."

When he answered, he was obviously avoiding Sherlock's gaze.

But after listening to his answer, Sherlock seemed to have no doubts, just nodded calmly.

"I believe your words, Professor, and I will tell Dumbledore the truth."

Slughorn just breathed a sigh of relief, as if the heavens were helping him out, Shilk also bought wine and vegetables from outside at this time, and set a table full of them.

Sherlock poured Slughorn half a glass of whisky, and during dinner, he never mentioned what they had just talked about, but thanked him.

"Thank you, Professor, for the help you gave me the last two times. If it wasn't for you, I might be lying in the coffin now, instead of sitting here drinking with you."

Slughorn was a little puzzled.

"The first two times?"

Sherlock explained to him how in the final event of the Triwizard Tournament, how Silk used his bottle of Flux to find himself, and finally let Dumbledore arrive in time with the Auror. matter.

Slughorn sighed.

"You shouldn't thank me, but Vera, my bottle of Fuling only provided some auxiliary effects."

Sherlock turned to look at Sherlock and laughed. Under the table, he naturally held her cold hand.

"Of course I want to thank her."

Chirac also looked at him and smiled, that smile was very gentle.

Slughorn seemed to want to ease his mood, so he drank some more wine, and when they chatted about Shilk, he asked about the things they didn't finish talking about in the afternoon.

"Vera said before that her father was an Auror in the Ministry of Magic? What was his name? Maybe he was once my student."

Shilk didn't hide it.

"Eddie Butler, he was indeed your student, but he died in a battle with Death Eaters more than ten years ago."

Slughorn fell silent.

When he first heard Eddie's name, he wanted to say that he had some impressions of the student, but when Shilk said the latter, he was speechless.

Sherlock refilled his glass with a glass of wine.

"Her father died under Bella's hands. I also found out what happened to my mother back then, and Bella was the one who finally drove her crazy. Not long ago, she escaped from Azkaban successfully, you I should have heard of it too. Instead, I think this is a good thing. If she has been kept on that island, Vera and I will not be able to seek revenge. Now that she has escaped, it has given me a chance."

He seemed to be drinking a little too much, chatting with Slughorn about the things he had been holding back in his heart.

"And the mysterious man, I know Professor, you are afraid that I will say that name, but I am not afraid. No matter how strong he is, he is still a human being, and everyone will be killed. I stabbed him before and failed to kill him, let him He escaped. But that's a good thing, and letting him die so easily would be too cheap for him."

"How many people did he kill? How many people died indirectly under his hands? Of course, I'm not a person with a strong sense of social responsibility in the magical world, but I know that my mother's death is related to him, and my friend's Death is also about him, so he should die."

Slughorn listened to Sherlock's remarks, and kept raising the glass in his hand, silently drinking the whisky in the glass.

He was silent, but something was clearly struggling in those eyes.

Sherlock's words that seemed to be talking or talking to himself continued.

"To be honest, Professor, maybe I was very interested in the position of Hogwarts Defense Professor, but after a year of teaching in this position, I actually don't want to stay here~www.NovelMTL .com~ but I never chose to leave, even though I know very well what you said to me at the beginning, this is not the safest place in the magical world at all, and it can even be said that there is nowhere else. more dangerous."

"But I never chose to leave, not because I like teaching so much, nor because I can't bear those students. Do you know why? Professor."

Slughorn spoke in a hoarse voice.

"why?"

"I'm afraid." Sherlock said, covering his forehead, "I'm afraid that because of my existence, the situation will go wrong, because the more I know, the more I realize how much impact I have on this school. The influence seems to be good now, but in fact, only I know best, whether this is good or bad, it is not something that can be seen just by looking at the surface."

"I have to stay here and work hard to do everything I can to make everything better and better than before, so that I can feel at ease with myself, this castle, and those children."

Slughorn gritted his teeth at some point.

After Sherlock finished speaking, he seemed to have made a major decision. He took out his wand, aimed at the position of his temple, and pulled out a silver thread representing memory from his mind!

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