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

Chapter 138 That Werewolf Is Me

After another two days, Sherlock, feeling emotionally back to normal, finally returned to class.

He had just arrived in the classroom, and before he could speak, a group of sixth grade students complained.

"He forced us to be like werewolves! Professor."

Sherlock knocked on his forehead.

"Didn't you tell him that I have already told you everything about werewolves?"

"We talked about the professor, but he just insisted, and said that you don't understand werewolves at all, and he will tell us how to identify werewolves and kill them!"

"He still doesn't let us answer questions. Even if he asks a question, he doesn't let us say it. He insists on repeating the knowledge we have memorized backwards over and over again!"

"We told him that this class is a practical class, and we have basically learned all the theoretical stuff, but Professor Snape just won't listen!"

"He also arranged for us a werewolf paper on two rolls of parchment! We have to do test papers in our normal time, and we don't have time to write this at all!"

In the past two days, all the Defense Against the Dark Arts classes taught by Snape basically made the students complain.

He completely ignored the normal teaching progress. Even in the first grade class, he insisted on explaining how to kill werewolves to those children who had just learned the floating spell.

If there were no weirdness in it, Sherlock could have plucked his own head off for the Snitch.

Combined with his eerie vigor when he and Lupine went to Snape for help, he must be trying to hint at something by taking these Defense Against the Dark Arts lessons.

But Sherlock still has to finish the mess he made. If I had known this, it would be better to let the students study by themselves from the beginning, so that they could use the time of one class to make the test papers.

He shook his head and said.

"Okay, I originally wanted to teach you the summer exam papers in this class. Looking at it this way, let's make up for the actual combat class that was missed in the last class."

There was a burst of cheers in the classroom, but there were still students who did not forget.

"A werewolf assignment in two parchments, professor, a werewolf assignment in two parchments."

Sherlock waved his hand and led them to the actual combat classroom.

"You don't need to do the homework Snape assigned you, I will tell him."

The cheers of the students could not help but become more enthusiastic.

The actual combat class of the sixth grade was not as fast as that of the seventh grade. Sherlock's most important thing in this class was to teach them the application of some spells, rather than one-on-one duels.

For example, the advanced usage of the universal curse, the advanced usage of the Iron Armor Curse, and so on.

On the same day that Sherlock returned to class, Harry also came out of the school hospital.

Madam Pomfrey forced him to lie in the ward for so many days, but in fact, after he woke up on the first day, his body was fine.

But what made Harry sad was that when he fell, his broomstick was blown to the top of the Whomping Willow by the wind, and was torn to pieces by the violent tree.

It hurt him more than losing a Quidditch match.

The Nimbus 2000 was not only the broomstick that accompanied him for three school years, but also a gift from Professor McGonagall after he joined the Gryffindor Quidditch team.

Back to class again, and this time Professor Lupine finally came back, which was the only thing that could make Harry feel a little better.

In this class, Lupine also canceled the homework assigned to them by Snape, and continued their previous teaching progress, talking about the black magic creature living in the water-Xink Punk.

After Snape left, Defense Against the Dark Arts class made all the students in the castle very comfortable, and his good intentions seemed to be in vain.

Except for Sherlock, no other students doubted why he insisted on teaching werewolf knowledge in class.

And after the Defense Against the Dark Arts lesson, Lupine left Harry alone to care about his Quidditch match.

Lupine didn't go to the game, so he didn't know what happened until afterward.

He told Harry about the powers of Dementors, reassuring him that being afraid of Dementors was not his problem, but that Harry had experienced far more terrifying fears than anyone else.

Harry was obviously also brooding over the incident, because just before he passed out on the pitch, the sound of his mother's murder by Voldemort was in his head.

"You cast a spell on the train to make that Dementor retreat," Harry said suddenly.

"There are certain defenses one can employ," said Lupine, "but there was only one of them on the train. The more of them there are, the harder it is to defend against."

"What kind of defense?" Harry asked quickly. "Can you teach me?"

Lupine looked at him and shook his head and laughed.

"To be honest, Harry, I'm actually not an expert in Defense Against the Dark Arts, and I'm not good at dealing with dementors."

"But I won't be afraid of them until I know how to deal with them!" Harry said firmly.

Lupine looked at him, hesitated for a moment, and then suggested to him.

"If you really want to learn, I suggest you go to Sherlock. He is an expert in this field. Before I came to teach at Hogwarts, I also read his book about dark magic creatures. Books, his knowledge of dementors is top-notch in the entire wizarding world."

Harry froze for a moment.

"Professor Forrest?"

"Yes, Sherlock, he is really talented. He is at the forefront of the magic world in the research of Defense Against the Dark Arts, and I have some things to do before Christmas. It's really not the time to be sick."

It's not that Harry doesn't want to study with Sherlock, because of the experience of traveling together during the summer vacation, it can be said that Harry's closest teacher in the castle is Sherlock.

But it was only when he was close to Harry that he knew better. If there was nothing important, generally, he should not always lean towards his side, otherwise he would always encounter bad "blessings" in inexplicable places.

But Harry really wanted to learn the magic that could deal with dementors this time. After hearing Lupine's recommendation, Harry finally decided to follow his advice and go to Sherlock.

When Harry came to the office, Sherlock was grading fifth grade homework.

He heard Harry's request and looked up at him suspiciously.

"How did you know you wanted me to learn?"

"Professor Lupine told me that you are an expert in Defense Against the Dark Arts. I asked him to teach me, but he said he is not good at dealing with dementors, and he has other things to do."

Sherlock didn't pay attention to the previous compliments, instead he noticed Harry's last sentence.

"Lupine said he had something else to do?" he asked, rubbing his chin.

Harry didn't know why Sherlock asked that, he nodded honestly.

"Yes, Professor Lupine said he was sick at a very bad time."

Sherlock thought for a moment, then stared at Harry and asked.

"Is he very pale and looking frail?"

Harry followed his words and recalled how he saw Lu Ping.

"Professor, he seems to be physically weak, and his face has always been pale."

Sherlock muttered to himself.

"It's very similar, but it can't be true."

"What is it?" Harry asked blankly.

"Nothing." Sherlock changed the subject, "Since you want to learn it, I will naturally not refuse, but the Patronus Charm is not a simple defensive spell, it is difficult to learn, you have to be prepared for a long time to learn .”

Harry's gaze was firm.

"I'm not a professor who quits halfway."

"Then follow me and study hard. From today on, come to my office every Saturday and weekend night, and I will teach you how to use this spell alone."

Sherlock and Harry made an appointment, sat in the office and thought about it for a long time, and finally decided that it would be better to ask directly instead of thinking about it here.

When it was close to lunch time, Sherlock left the office and found Lupine who looked much more sluggish than before.

"Would you like to go to the auditorium for something to eat together?" Sherlock asked against the door frame.

Lupine smiled and refused.

"You'd better go by yourself, I'm not done with some things."

"Actually, there are some things I just want to ask you."

Hearing what Sherlock said, Lupine was taken aback, and then he seemed to know something, the smile on his face became slightly bitter, and he sighed and stood up from the chair.

"Okay, let's talk while we eat."

They walked to the auditorium, neither of them spoke on the way, there were not many people in the auditorium, and it was not time for the real meal, and the students would have to wait for half an hour before the number of students increased.

There was no one on the professor's long table on the high platform.

Not all professors are used to coming to the auditorium for lunch, more often than not they have house elves delivering lunch to their offices.

Sherlock and Lupine sat together, and there was no one around them.

"Snape taught a lot about werewolves when he was a substitute, and the students complained a lot, saying that he seemed to have a werewolf as an enemy."

While Sherlock was talking, Lupine calmly drank pumpkin porridge.

"You told me before that you did something wrong to Snape, so is this his enemy you?"

The scene suddenly became quiet, and after a long time, Lupine, who was holding pumpkin porridge, spoke softly.

"I didn't expect you to ask so directly."

Sherlock shrugged.

"I actually don't like talking around the bush. Generally, if there is any question, I will ask it directly if I think it is appropriate. If it is not appropriate, I will ask it when it is appropriate."

"Indeed, since you have doubts about some questions, it's the best way to ask them directly." Lupine took a deep breath, nodded and admitted.

"What Snape hinted at is not wrong. There is indeed a werewolf in Hogwarts now, and that person is me."

(End of this chapter)