Just a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

He pulled out the transparent glass bottle from the cabinet beside him, and put the silver thread pulled out of his head into it.

"Take it and take it back to Dumbledore." Slughorn threw the bottle to Sherlock as if completely released.

"Tell him, if he wants to hold me accountable, then write me a letter, don't let you come over and do all this shit, I'll go to Hogwarts to see him myself."

Sherlock took the glass bottle containing the memory from the hand of the fat walrus in a daze.

Of course he knew that all the things Slughorn had told him before about Tom Riddle, who didn't know anything, were lying to him, but he had already figured it out in his mind before coming here.

If Slughorn was really reluctant to say it, to recall those things in the past, and chose to escape, then he would not persecute or ask questions, nor would he use any nasty means to steal his memory.

This fat old man had met him twice in total, and each time he was helping him without asking for anything in return, Sherlock couldn't do something like that.

There was no hidden meaning in the drinking speech just now, he was just a little emotional.

He usually has no way to say these words to anyone, except Silk, and now with the elder Slughorn.

Maybe it was the same mentality that touched the fat walrus who wanted to hide in a hidden cave, or maybe it was Sherlock's words that changed his original mind.

In the end, he chose to hand over this memory to Sherlock.

Looking at the glass bottle in his hand, Sherlock was stunned for a long time before raising his head again. He looked at the old man who had sat down again and poured wine into the glass, and blinked.

"Professor... do you really want to understand?"

Slughorn waved at him as he raised his glass.

"I understand what I'm thinking. It's not that you're stubbornly holding back. What can I do? Go back as soon as you get the things. Don't let that guy from Dumbledore wait. I really thought I was that coward."

His gesture of seeing off guests was like he was afraid that Sherlock would go back if he was late.

Sherlock couldn't help laughing when he looked at him. He didn't say anything of thanks, but said it very seriously.

"No, Professor, you have never been a coward. Not before, not now, and never will be."

"Even if you say something nice, that's it for today. I don't have anything else to give you."

Slughorn's tone was disgusting, but there was a smile on his face that looked like a walrus slapping its belly.

"Let's go, don't disturb my rest, the old man can't stay up late after drinking some wine."

Sherlock didn't stay here any longer. He solemnly bowed to Slughorn to say goodbye, and then walked out of the room with Silk.

The sky has completely darkened, there is no starry sky tonight, and the clouds cover everything, as if it is about to rain.

But Sherlock was not affected by such bad weather. He was in a good mood and stored the bottle with Slughorn's memory in his pocket. Silk looked at him with some doubts. move.

"You came to him for this?"

It wasn't because Sherlock didn't trust her that she wanted to hide something from her before she had left Shilk and didn't let her hear about the Horcrux.

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But the fewer people who know about Horcrux, the better, because not everyone is proficient in Occlumency. Once Voldemort finds out from someone's brain, someone already knows his secret and is working on Horcrux. Destroying the plan will inevitably cause great changes to the plans after Dumbledore and Sherlock.

However, things about the Horcrux need to be hidden for the time being. There are some things that Sherlock will never hide from Silk.

"Yes, this memory is very important, and it is the key to whether we can finally defeat Voldemort."

They didn't use Apparition to leave directly. Silk didn't come out very often. The scenery of this small village was not bad, and it was not too late now. Sherlock was in a good mood to take her for a walk here.

"Professor Slughorn is a very good person." Hilke, who has always been intuitive, concluded the fat walrus's character.

Sherlock nodded too.

"He's a good elder."

"His resignation from Hogwarts seemed like a last resort. Maybe in the future, he could be allowed to return to the castle to continue teaching."

"What course did Mr. Slughorn teach before?"

"He is Severus' predecessor, the potions professor is also the head of Slytherin, but his qualifications are much older than Severus, and he entered Hogwarts at the same time as Dumbledore, and later Left school in the 80s."

"Then what will happen to Severus if he goes back?"

Shilk tilted his head and asked, as if worried about Snape's future.

Sherlock thought of something funny, he said with a scheming.

"Didn't he always want to be a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts? Then I can be merciful and let him be my assistant, and he will usually fight for me or something."

"Severus is unlikely to agree." Silke said very euphemistically, Snape should be impossible to agree at all.

Just as Sherlock was about to say, he didn't agree, and when the pile of IOUs he had written was not going to be repaid, a few obvious sonic booms suddenly reached their ears.

This sound, like a whip whipping the air, is familiar to any wizard, it's the sound of Apparition.

Sherlock and Silk looked at each other, and they both put away their chattering and laughing mentality, feeling that something was wrong.

Badley Barberton Village is one of the many ordinary Muggle villages in the UK. There is nothing to attract wizards here. Before they came here, there were no wizards in Sherlock Cha's information. What is the residence history?

Except for Slughorn, who just recently moved here.

What are these apparition-falling wizards for?

Just a boring outing in the middle of the night?

As long as Sherlock still has a little brain, he knows that there is basically no such possibility, and it is more likely that their purpose is also to find Slughorn.

There was no sound, and it could be judged by the sound of Apparition landing, these unknown number of wizards were only separated by a wall.

The night sky tonight is very dark, and there are very few entertainment activities in the village. At this time, almost no one goes out, making the night very quiet.

Such an environment allowed Sherlock and Silk to hear the conversations of the wizards clearly.

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