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

Chapter 210 The Shedding Snake
"Besides the Quidditch World Cup?" Sherlock frowned slightly, "And it's still at Hogwarts?"

The more we get to the later plot, the more blurred the impression in Sherlock's mind.

But this year, when Harry was promoted to the fourth grade, he clearly knew that this was a turning point for the entire wizarding world.

It was after this year that the Dark Lord, who had been out of power for more than ten years, made a comeback.

He didn't know what kind of filth happened in the middle, but such a change must have something to do with Hogwarts.

Kingsley saw that Sherlock's attention was successfully attracted, and he didn't mean to deliberately whet his appetite.

"This year, the three magic academies in Europe plan to re-host the Triwizard Tournament, which has been stagnant for a hundred years. The Department of International Magic Cooperation and the Department of Magic Sports have already begun preparations for this matter. Although it has not yet been announced and fully confirmed, it is still possible pretty close."

Sherlock is no stranger to the Triwizard Tournament. Looking through the school history of Hogwarts in the past years, let him know that this was actually a resident event between the three magic schools in Europe.

After all, the entire continent of Europe is such a big place, and there are three magic schools in total, so it is natural to compete with each other.

Sending the most outstanding students in your school to a competition is the most straightforward way to see who is strong and who is weak.

This is somewhat similar to the Zongmen Grand Competition in fantasy novels, except that the background of the time has changed to the Western magic world in the [-]th century.

But after all, the social order in the magic world is not so cruel. To say that it is a civilized society with sound morals and laws will make people laugh, but it can't be said to be the law of the jungle where the jungle preys on the weak.

The wizards who are generally stronger than the average person in combat have become Aurors who are year-round and have a family. The wizards with poor strength can live a stable life without fear of dying inexplicably one day.

The appearance of dark forces like Voldemort is only a very small number.

There are only two of them in the entire history of magic, and the first of them also wants to make the magic world better, but the idea conflicts with most people.

In such a magical society where peace and stability are the main theme, the content of the Triwizard Tournament is too dangerous, and almost every time a competition is held, some participating students will die.

Those who died were all the best students of the entire magic school that year. Such a painful price was unacceptable to the three principals a hundred years ago and the Ministry of Magic of several countries, and finally chose to completely shut down the competition.

Up to now, almost few people still remember this game, why is it restarted for no reason?
Regarding this, Kingsley, who has been rooted in the Ministry of Magic for more than ten years, heard some inside stories.

"It is said that the restart of the Triwizard Tournament was initiated by Minister of Magic Fudge."

He opened his mouth softly, and only said this sentence, everything was in silence.

Cornelius Fudge, the Minister of Magic who has been living in Dumbledore's shadow since he took office, has never taken it lightly to establish his authority in the magical world.

In the first few years when he took office, he was still obedient and obedient, and he always looked forward to Dumbledore. Basically, whenever the Ministry of Magic made any major decisions, he would come to Hogwarts to ask Dumbledore for advice.

Until he gradually discovered that the old man hiding in the towering castle tower, eating cockroaches and drinking lemonade, really had no interest in controlling the government affairs of the wizarding world.

Fudge also became more and more courageous.

He wanted to suppress Dumbledore's prestige in the wizarding world, and at the same time improve his reputation, so as to extend the time he sat in this position.

It is undoubtedly a brilliant achievement to successfully hold a grand event that has not been held in a century.

And if something went wrong in this event, or if Hogwarts, which the British magic people had high hopes for, didn't win the championship, then he could just push the boat along and blame Dumbledore.

Anyway, the students were taught by Dumbledore, and the competition was also held on Dumbledore's site.

The good reputation will be taken by him, Fudge, and the blame will be taken by you, Dumbledore.

Regardless of whether you are timid or timid, those who engage in politics are equally dirty.

This is also the reason why Dumbledore was still unwilling to enter the Ministry of Magic and take the position of minister even if everyone expected him to.

"Ha, if our lord minister can put his mind on studying these swarms of dogs, then his reputation will probably have already spread throughout the magic world."

Sherlock sneered.

Fudge's little thought was in front of Dumbledore, and he understood it just as Harry said with erratic eyes that he didn't have a night tour at night.

It's just that the two people care about different things and realms. Fudge wants to be famous and greedy for power, but Dumbledore ignores what he has in mind.

Although Kingsley knew about the affairs in the political field, he didn't want to take it seriously. He shook his head.

"No matter what the reason is, the re-hosting of the Triwizard Tournament will be considered a major event after all."

Throwing the bamboo stick in his hand into the trash can not far away, Sherlock stood up and patted the dust that didn't exist on his body.

"Talking and chatting and wandering to these tiring places again, forget it, I won't bother you anymore, you continue to wander in Diagon Alley, there is still someone waiting for me at the Leaky Cauldron, if I don't go there again, she might be We have to wait in a hurry."

Kingsley also stood up with a sigh.

"You try to be careful at Hogwarts this year, too."

Sherlock shrugged, spread his hands and said.

"What am I worried about? The Triwizard Tournament is a competition for students to participate in, so what does it matter to me, the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts?"

Kingsley's face sank like water.

"After Moody retired, Dumbledore contacted him privately, wanting him to stay at Hogwarts for the next year. I don't know the specific reason, but there is always something wrong."

Sherlock patted him on the shoulder.

"Don't worry, I will pay attention."

The two separated in Diagon Alley, and Kingsley lost interest in shopping, so he directly used Apparition to leave.

Sherlock went straight to the Leaky Cauldron, and as soon as he entered the door, he saw the girl who was sitting quietly at the wooden table, silently staring at the teacup in front of her.

He sat in front of Silk, and seeing that there was nothing around her, he couldn't help asking suspiciously.

"What about the things you bought?"

"Let the clerk send it home directly by Owl Express."

When she was talking, she was still staring at the teacup on the table in a daze, answering Sherlock's words seemed to be murmuring unconsciously.

Sensing her strangeness, Sherlock probed to see what was in the teacup, but saw nothing except a layer of tea dregs on the bottom.

"What do you see?"

Silk whispered softly

"The snake is a poisonous snake that is shedding its skin and reborn."

(End of this chapter)