Just a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

There is only theory, and of course there is no way to determine whether this magic will work the way Sherlock wants in the end.

But he also had no way to find someone to experiment with.

He can only be sure that if the information in the Hall of Souls is correct, then it can be successful.

Whether it would work or not, Sherlock didn't bother much, he had already accomplished what he could accomplish, and whether he could succeed as he expected, then it could only depend on the destiny and Snape himself.

After coming out of the Soul Hall that day, he took good care of himself, then ate a full meal, left Amy in the Department of Mysteries, and went back to the Leaky Cauldron by himself.

Snape has stayed here since Sherlock went to the Ministry of Magic.

He doesn't have any nostalgia for Lily in this world, and he doesn't know what he can do other than trying to save Lily.

When Sherlock pushed the door in, he was throwing a mouse liver into the cauldron, raised his head and looked at Sherlock blankly.

"What are you doing here?"

Sherlock stretched and slumped on the chair as soon as he entered the door.

"What? I'm not welcome? I'm not welcome, I can go, but you don't want a way to save Lily!"

He said so, but his body didn't mean to move, and he still lay lazily on the chair.

These days, he has been gnawing on the obscure and incomprehensible information, which has made Sherlock lose three pounds. Now he relaxes, and he is too lazy to move.

And when he heard Sherlock's words, Snape seemed to have been hit by a petrification spell, and the whole person froze in place without moving.

The potion that was boiled in front of him was still bubbling and bubbling, as if urging him to keep filling it, but how could Snape still have the mind to take care of the potion at this time, his eyes Staring at Sherlock.

"You...you're telling the truth!"

"Don't get so excited, you listen to me first." Sherlock advised him.

But obviously his persuasion had no effect. Snape had no way to calm down at this time. The usual indifference on his face disappeared without a trace, and he was extremely excited.

"Tell me, I'll listen." He took a deep breath, tried to suppress the uncontrollable emotions in his heart, and sat on the other chair to listen to Sherlock.

"I told you before that I got some eyebrows about Lily. That's because I found the source of the soul magic behind her that protected Harry."

Sherlock said in a low voice.

"Lily finally used this magic on Harry. This is an unquestionable history. The scar on Harry's head, the Dark Lord's Death-Catching Curse was rebounded and hit him, and he lost his strength. These are all doomed things."

"So we can start with these doomed things and make a few changes to the magic that protects Harry so that it can have some effect on Lily herself."

Speaking of which, he said seriously.

"Let me explain one thing first. When I say saving Lily, I don't mean that she won't die."

Snape's face darkened again.

"Then what's the point!"

"It makes a lot of sense!" Sherlock said solemnly, "I made an agreement with you before that in two years, if I can't find a way to go back within two years, I will work with you to find a way to keep Lily alive. It’s not been two years yet, and this method is at least another form of redemption. You can think of it as a way to guarantee the bottom line, and even if there is really no other way in the end, it’s actually not bad.”

Snape was silent for a moment, then he looked up at Sherlock.

"How's your progress at the Ministry of Magic?"

Sherlock sighed and shook his head.

"There is no progress. The research on time in the Department of Mysteries is all about the past, and there is no way to help. To tell you the truth, I really don't have much hope for going back now, but I'm just not reconciled. I just want to keep finding a way.”

With that said, he took out from his pocket the results of his research for the past few days, and handed the magic notebook to Snape.

"If you have to find a way to give her this thing, I can't help you much. Let me remind you Snape again, no matter if we can go back in the end, even if we really want to change history to save Lily, we are really planning everything. Until it's done, you'd better not make any changes. Even if there is a slight difference from the original, it will have a great impact on the future."

Snape took the notebook from his hand, his eyes blank, as if he was thinking about Sherlock's words, but also thinking about how to hand this notebook to Lily, and make her feel nothing. question.

The things had been delivered, and Sherlock had no reason to stay any longer. He got up and patted Snape on the shoulder, and turned to leave.

Just when he opened the door and was about to go out, an indifferent voice suddenly came from behind him.

"thanks."

Sherlock's body froze for a moment, he didn't respond, he just stretched out his hand and waved, and then used Apparition to leave the Leaky Cauldron.

In Room 10, the pot of potion that had already been destroyed was still bubbling "grumbling". Snape looked at the magic notebook in his hand. whitish.

Those empty and cold eyes seemed to have ignited a small flame of hope in the deepest part.

......

It was eleven o'clock at night when Sherlock returned to the Department of Mysteries.

At this time, the Ministry of Magic has long since fallen into silence, especially in the Department of Mysteries.

Because he was afraid of waking up Amy, who was probably already asleep, he did not choose the location of his Apparition directly in his office, but came to the black hall.

As soon as Apparition landed, Sherlock sensed something was wrong.

Among the twelve doors on the circular wall, one of them was a black door, which was actually open!

He frowned subconsciously, and walked lightly to the black door that was opened a crack.

After staying here for so long, Sherlock could naturally distinguish what the room behind each black door was. The door that was opened was the brain hall where there were usually no resident silent people to study and stay behind.

Everyone in the Department of Mysterious Affairs has their own division of labor, and the brain hall is an area that no one studies at this time, and this door is generally not opened at all, especially in the middle of the night.

Sherlock squinted his eyes and pulled out his wand. At the same time, he scattered a dozen wands, floating around him. He gently pushed open the door of the brain hall.

It was still so empty, with only one table, and in the huge glass water tank in the center, the white brain swimming in the dark green liquid was also very conspicuous.

They are like jellyfish in the sea, with thought tentacles floating below, looking harmless to humans and animals.

Sherlock's attention was not on these things at this time, and his eyes were fixed on the doors in the brain hall.

One of those doors couldn't be opened before, but now it's hidden, and a gap is clearly visible.

The door that had been blocked before has been opened!

Sherlock's footsteps were very light, and he walked carefully to the door.

The realm that controlled the magic stretched out, and through the opened door, he peeked at the things in the room.

There was no one in the range he could perceive. The room seemed to be filled with rows of shelves, and on the shelves were placed silver filaments stored in long cylindrical glass bottles.

Sherlock only hesitated for a few seconds in his heart before making a decision, reaching out and pushing the hidden door directly open.

The door seemed to have not been opened for a long time, and the rusty hinge made a long creaking sound, which was extremely harsh in the quiet space.

The light in the room is very bright, and even if someone comes in, no lights turn on by themselves.

"Fluorescent flashes."

Sherlock uttered the spell, and the wands floating around him glowed brightly.

The range of a dozen lighting spells that can illuminate is very far, and it can be seen clearly within a radius of 15 meters.

This room was unusually large, and although the boundaries could not be seen, Sherlock reckoned that even the death hall, which was already half the size of a football field, would not have as much space as it.

Looking directly at it with the naked eye, he finally saw clearly what those silver filaments stored in glass bottles were on the shelf.

Sherlock had seen the exact same thing before.

In the semester when the Chamber of Secrets was opened, Dumbledore took him to see his past memories, and these silver filaments were extracted from his brain with a wand.

Sherlock looked around at the thousands of silver filaments on the shelves, all of which were all kinds of memories!

He walked lightly and slowly between the shelves, even if he deliberately lowered his steps, the sound of the soles touching the ground was still clear.

The wands floating around also followed his steps and entered the room full of memories little by little.

Just when he crossed a row of shelves again and had already walked more than ten meters, a rush of footsteps suddenly came from outside the room.

The door of the room where various memories were stored was brought from the outside again. Mrs. Selwyn walked in with an angry face and saw Sherlock who was going deeper.

"What are you doing here! Who let you in!"

Sherlock stopped and explained.

"The door to this room was opened before I came in..."

However, before he could finish speaking, Mrs. Selwyn changed her gentleness and interrupted him sharply.

"Get out! I don't care why you came in! Now, now, now! Get me out!"

Sherlock didn't mean to investigate hard, this matter had nothing to do with him in the first place, since Mrs. Selwyn's reaction was so big, there was no need for him to stay and continue to be troubled.

After he left the memory hall, Mrs. Selwyn looked nervously around the room, which was about the size of a football field. After finding no one, she carefully touched the wall on the right. a place.

Immediately, a wooden cabinet suddenly popped out from the smooth wall with no gaps visible, and inside it was placed the same memory as those glass bottles on the shelf.

She carefully tapped the number of those memories, and after making sure that none of them were missing, she breathed a long sigh of relief.

After changing the dark space back to its original position, Mrs. Selwyn left the memory hall and locked the door with special magic from the outside.

The memory hall fell into darkness again.

After Mrs. Selwyn left, it was quiet for more than ten minutes, and then a thin figure jumped from the ceiling gently, and the sound of falling to the ground was very clear in the empty room.

The location where he hid was at the point where Sherlock went to the deepest point, 11 or 2 meters further in.

If Mrs. Selwyn didn't suddenly appear to drive him out, Sherlock would take two steps forward, and the control magic he shed could sense the presence of the person hiding on the ceiling.

Unfortunately, this possibility is no longer present.

The thin figure walked quickly to the wall on the right side of the memory hall, found the position that Mrs. Selwyn touched just now, and pressed it down, and then there was a hidden space with some special memories. It popped out again.

The silver light reflected on the young face of the figure, he stretched out his slightly trembling hands that looked a little excited, and took all the memories with the "Clark Selwyn" label on the three bottles and put them in. into his own pocket.

Then, he drew out his magic, used Apparition directly, and left the memory hall that was sealed from the outside.

And what he did was not discovered by anyone.

the next day.

Mrs Selwyn came to Sherlock's office to find him.

"Sorry, I was a little excited last night, Watson."

Although she was apologizing, changing her surname instead of her first name showed her indifference.

Sherlock waved his hand.

"It's up to me to apologize to you, ma'am, seeing that the door of that room was opened, I should tell you as soon as possible, rather than go in and investigate myself."

This is what he said on the surface, but if he really wants to do it, then he really has no brains.

Mrs Selwyn frowned.

"You didn't open that door?"

Sherlock sighed inwardly for the distrust revealed in her tone that anyone could hear.

With this suspicion ~www.NovelMTL.com~ then, his actions in the Department of Mysteries will not be so convenient, and he will also be labeled with ulterior motives when he studies other things.

"I really didn't do such a thing, ma'am. I entered that room, and I also wanted to find the person who opened the door."

Mrs. Selwyn nodded slightly and said flatly.

"Perhaps so. But you'll ask less about things other than time research in the future, and just focus on your own work."

"Okay, ma'am."

Sherlock nodded.

At this point in his heart, he had already started to think about leaving the Ministry of Magic.

From what he knows now, these magical studies in the Department of Mysteries are not helping him at all in trying to get back to the correct timeline.

And the Horcrux magic is a windfall.