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

Chapter 139 Before Christmas
"Isn't your answer too straightforward? I thought you would deny it."

Sherlock looked at him in surprise.

Lupine and Sherlock looked at each other. Although he was poorly dressed, thin, and pale like a long-sick person, his eyes were extremely bright.

"I'm also a person who doesn't like to go around in circles. I thought before that Snape's reminder would not make students aware of anything, but it would definitely arouse your suspicion. But to be honest, I didn't expect you to directly Find me and ask directly like this."

Sherlock sliced ​​the steak off his plate.

"Some things are better than guessing by yourself, it's better to ask directly. I really didn't think that Dumbledore would really recruit a werewolf, but after thinking about it, it actually fits his character."

Lupine, who had spoken clearly, was relaxed at this moment, and he finished the last mouthful of porridge in the bowl.

"What are you going to do next? Tell the students and teachers of my identity to the whole school?"

Sherlock chewed on the steak and blinked.

"Why would I do this? Even Snape, who hates you so much, only uses this kind of secret poking method to metaphor your identity, why would I do such a thing?"

"I only came here to ask you because I was curious. Since Dumbledore knew your identity and recruited you, it means that he trusts you enough, and we have been working together for three months. I think you are not bad."

A dumb smile appeared on Lupine's face.

"Actually, I always felt that I was sorry for Dumbledore's trust. He knew that I was so poor that I couldn't even afford to eat, so he recruited me into Hogwarts, but I was a werewolf after all. "

Sherlock waved his hand.

"Don't be so unconfident in yourself, buddy. I remember that not long ago, a wizard concocted Wolfsbane Potion, which can keep werewolves awake when transforming. Didn't Snape just make it for you in school? of."

"You guessed this too?" Lupine looked at him in surprise.

"Don't make me so crazy. When I was in school, my grades in Divination were bad, and I stopped studying after the sixth grade. It was Harry who told me that he saw you drinking Snape's Potion, I'm afraid it's poisonous."

"Harry, he has some prejudice against Snape."

"To be honest, what makes me even more interesting is that Dumbledore actually asked Snape to give you the wolfsbane potion." Sherlock raised his eyebrows and said. "Just because Snape wants to expose your identity, it is enough to see that he has a big hatred with you. Dumbledore also asked him to dispense medicine for his enemy. He really hurt his family."

Lupine looked bitter.

"Because the only person in Hogwarts who can dispense the wolfsbane potion is Snape."

"He didn't give you any slow poison in it, which proves that he still has a bottom line."

"Yes, and for that I also thank him."

Sherlock swallowed the last bite of steak, clapped his hands and stood up from the chair.

"Okay, I know what I want to know, and if I ask the matter clearly, then we now know the bottom line."

After confirming his identity with Lupine, Sherlock didn't think about doing anything.

He was a little skeptical at first, with Lupine's good-natured character, coupled with his popularity with students in the classroom, how could he be a professor in the original book for one year?

It was now clear that being a werewolf meant he couldn't stay at Hogwarts for long.

Even with the existence of wolfbane potion, given the danger of a werewolf, as long as Lupine's identity is exposed, it is impossible for him to continue to stay at Hogwarts.

What's more, there is still a Snape in the castle who is secretly poking trouble. Whether Lupine can survive a full year is a question.

However, Sherlock is still very relaxed when someone helps to take on the task of teaching. He hopes that Lupine can stay at Hogwarts for a longer time.

A week passed quickly.

When it came to Saturday night, Harry arrived at Sherlock's office after dinner, as soon as possible.

Sherlock was studying a letter, and he didn't hold back when Harry entered.

"Who wrote you the letter? Professor." Harry asked, scratching his head.

Sherlock didn't hide it from him.

"Hibiscus."

"Mademoiselle Delacour? What did she say?"

"I didn't say anything, just asked me if I'm taking classes at Hogwarts now, and what she did in school. It seems that I wrote it in my spare time."

Sherlock shook his head, put the letter on the side of the table, and began to seriously instruct Harry on the study of the Patronus Charm.

"Let's talk about it first, how much do you know about this spell?"

Hearing Sherlock's question, Harry recalled.

"I saw Professor Lupine use it once on the train. It seemed that some bright silver filaments could be emitted from the wand. Dementors are afraid of this filament, and they dare not touch it."

"Also, that time on the Quidditch pitch, when I fell from the sky. I heard from Ron Hermione and the others that a silver-white bird suddenly flew out of the sky, and it killed all the dementors. They were rushed together, stronger than a simple silver light. That bird must also be a Patronus Charm, right?"

Sherlock drew his wand and waved it lightly.

"Call God for protection."

Bright silver shards shot out from the tip of the wand, and soon formed a bright silver bird in front of Sherlock, and then it flapped its wings and landed on Harry's shoulder.

"This is the bird, my Patronus Charm."

Harry looked at the bird that landed on his shoulder in amazement, and stretched out his hands, and Sherlock's Patronus naturally jumped onto his hands.

He felt that his palms were slightly cold, and he didn't have any other feelings like lifting a heavy object.

"It turns out that this is the patron saint of your professor! The Gryffindor students are all guessing who summoned it."

Harry watched the silver bird for a long time, and finally discovered its species to his surprise.

"It's a crow."

After being surprised, he was a little surprised why he was surprised.

What else could Professor Forrest's Patronus be but a raven?

The crow jumped a few times on Harry's hand, then flew back to Sherlock's shoulder, staring at him silently from above.

Sherlock directed Harry, taught him the Patronus wand gesture, and corrected his pronunciation, before letting him try it for the first time in his presence.

"Call God for protection."

Harry waved his wand as Sherlock had said.

But he conjured nothing, not even a silver thread on the tip of his wand.

"The wand needs to be raised for the last time. This provocation doesn't need to be too obvious, as long as there is such a movement." Sherlock pointed to his spell-casting gesture and reminded, "Before casting a spell, you need to find the right one. This is a very emotionally demanding spell, the more positive your emotions are, the more successful you can use it. So think about happy things before casting the spell."

Although Harry studied it very seriously, and his talent in Defense Against the Dark Arts was indeed very high, such advanced spells were not so easy to master.

Until just before curfew, Harry failed to release a ray of light from his wand.

He was a little disappointed, but Sherlock had expected this situation a long time ago.

If it is true that Harry can learn something with only this little time, then Sherlock should wonder if his talent is outrageously bad. After almost a year of research, he was finally able to summon the Patronus. come out.

After that, until the period before Christmas, Hogwarts maintained a peaceful life.

Black didn't break into the castle for a second time. After the dementors went through the Quidditch match once, Dumbledore didn't know what warning they had given them. No dementor dared to enter Hoag at will. Watts territory.

It has been more than a month since Silke returned to Germany, and there has been no response. If Sherlock knew that she was not the kind of irresponsible person, someone else would have thought that she would really cross the river and tear down the bridge.

But during this period of time, the locket that he had been wearing around his neck didn't show any abnormalities. Except that he couldn't take it off, and it was a bit troublesome when he took a shower and slept, it was no different from an ordinary decoration.

Hogwarts is the end of the last semester this year, the last week in Hogwarts before the Christmas holiday, and another Hogsmeade week.

Two weeks ago, the area where Hogwarts was located had snowed for several days in a row, covering the entire castle with a thick layer of snowflakes. The weather has only recently started to clear up.

The whole school, from Year [-] onwards, and everyone except Harry, was happy.

Hermione was planning to bring back some Honeydukes mints from the Honeydukes candy store for her parents as a Christmas gift when they went out this time. Her parents loved the taste of this candy.

Harry was very angry about being the only one staying in school again, but just last weekend, under Sherlock's teaching, for the first time, he successfully used the Patronus Charm to cast some silver magic from his wand. Light filaments.

The excitement offset some of the pain of not being able to go to Hogsmeade for the weekend.

He decided to borrow a copy of "Classifying Broomsticks" from Wood and spend the day learning about different broomsticks to prepare himself for shopping for a new one.

Since Harry's Nimbus 2000 was shredded by the Whomping Willow, he has also tried to use the school broom for practice.

But those old Meteor series brooms were slow and wobbly. For Harry, who was not short of money in the wizarding world, he was naturally going to buy a new broom.

On the Saturday morning when everyone could go to Hogsmeade, Harry and Ron Hermione said goodbye at the school gate, and walked up the marble stairs alone to Gryffindor Tower.

There was snowflakes outside the window, and the castle was very quiet.

When he turned around in the middle of the corridor on the fourth floor, he saw Fred and George peering at him from behind a statue of a one-eyed hunched witch.

"Hi! Harry, come here!"

(End of this chapter)