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

Chapter 391 Fat Walrus

Of course Sherlock could see through Slughorn's current thoughts, but he didn't point it out, but introduced it along his words.

"This is Willa Silk, the current Arithmetic and Divination teacher at Hogwarts, who is my very good friend."

At the last sentence, he obviously struggled for a while.

The current relationship between him and Silk is definitely not just as simple as friends, but when it comes to girlfriends, Silk has never agreed to it, nor has he mentioned it.

Since the end of the Triwizard Tournament, the development of the relationship between the two has become more and more subtle, but this subtlety and change is extremely natural, as if the relationship between them has not changed from the beginning to the end.

When Sherlock talked about the identity between himself and Silk, he was also thinking secretly.

The two of them can't just go on like this without any name or distinction. As a man, he can't let Silk take the initiative in this matter.

On the day he broke up with him at the grave, he had already let go of all his concerns, and now he has nothing to hesitate about.

Although Sherlock's words are not famous, Slughorn is not a fool. On the contrary, he is actually a smart person, and he can obviously hear the hidden meaning.

Immediately, the way he looked at Silk changed.

Just like an old father meeting his daughter-in-law for the first time, his attitude is much warmer and more cramped than before.

"Anthracene, Miss Silk, can I call you Vera?"

Silk, who was usually calm and rarely had any other emotions, turned red on his face at this time, obviously a little shy.

She nodded slightly.

"Yes, Mr. Slughorn."

It's just that the tea on the table could no longer satisfy Slughorn's hospitality at this time. He got up in a hurry, searched for a long time in the kitchen, and finally found some Muggle candies to put In a plate, as a refreshment for two young people.

"You should have told me in advance before you came, Sherlock, I have nothing to prepare for now, so I can only bring some of these first."

While complaining, Slughorn refilled Silke with a cup of tea, signaling her not to be polite, just treat this place as her own home.

Sherlock was silent.

If he really said hello in advance before coming, then this fat walrus must have packed up and ran away in advance.

It is true that the relationship between the two is close, and it is also true that Slughorn was too timid to hide from XZ.

The subsequent topics naturally revolved around Silke. Slughorn has completely brought himself into the role of Sherlock's parent, and learned about Silke's family, work experience, and how he met Sherlock from all aspects. of these kinds.

After talking about this, he brought the topic back to Hogwarts.

He didn't even mean to talk about the recent situation in the magic world, and he kept telling Sherlock Silk some interesting things about his teaching in the castle.

The fat walrus is undoubtedly a very sociable person, and his ability to tell stories is also eloquent. Sherlock and the others didn't feel bored after staying here for an afternoon.

It wasn't until evening, when the sun had already slanted to the horizon, and half of the sky was already covered with gorgeous sunset glow, that Slughorn reacted as if he still had something to say.

"It's already at this time." He looked at the clock on the wall with a look of surprise, "I was so engrossed in the chat that I forgot the time. I'm sorry, Sherlock, although I would like to keep you and Vera with me." Had dinner here, but I've only just moved here, and I haven't prepared anything yet, so I won't keep you guys."

Slughorn shook his head regretfully.

But Sherlock was still sitting on the chair, looking at him with a smile, without any intention of getting up.

Seeing that Sherlock didn't respond, the fat walrus was also a little embarrassed, and Sherlock didn't continue to embarrass him. He dug out his pocket, took out a few pounds from it, and turned to Silk and said.

"Could you help us get some food and a few bottles of wine into the village? I'd like to have a few drinks with Professor Slughorn tonight."

In a direction that Slughorn could not see, Sherlock winked at Silk as he spoke.

Of course Silk understood, she took the pound and opened the door and walked out of the room.

The fat walrus looked at Sherlock with a dry smile.

"It's not good for you to come to see me and ask you to prepare dinner."

After Silk left, Sherlock watched Slughorn's expression slowly become serious.

"You should have guessed it when you entered the door, Professor, it was Dumbledore who told me your location and asked me to come here."

The smile on Slughorn's face also became forced and eventually faded away, looking a bit sad.

"No one but him can find out where I hide, and it must be a bad thing if he wants to find me."

Sherlock didn't admit whether it was a good thing or a bad thing for him to come here, he just spoke calmly.

"You should have already received the news of the mysterious man's resurrection, and you knew that he would come back sooner than most people in the magic world, otherwise you wouldn't have started hiding so early. XZ's life."

Slughorn was a little decadent, he didn't make a sound, but just quietly listened to Sherlock's continuation.

"When I first entered Hogwarts to teach, that is, the year you came to Hogsmeade village to give me the Felicia, the secret room in the castle was opened." Sherlock talked about the past .

"The only person who can open the Chamber of Secrets is a descendant of Slytherin, but this is not a student from Hogwarts, but a diary."

Hearing what he said, Slughorn's body trembled suddenly, but Sherlock's voice didn't stop.

"The owner of that diary, his name is Tom Riddle. He hid a piece of his soul in the diary, and it was this piece of soul that opened the secret chamber and released the basilisk in it, putting the castle in danger for a whole semester .”

"But because of this incident, I came into contact with the soul in the diary. From him, Dumbledore deduced a terrible thing."

"This student named Tom Riddle, he used an extremely evil black magic to split his soul at the cost of killing innocent people, and made an object called Horcrux, so that he could live forever."

"That diary is his masterpiece, one of the Horcruxes used for longevity."

Hearing what he said, Slughorn's face turned pale, but he still didn't speak, just lowered his head, avoiding Sherlock's gaze.

(End of this chapter)