Just a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

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Sherlock's trust in Sherlock was unreserved, even if he used a notorious black magic alchemy item in front of her, she didn't ask any further.

But she didn't ask, Sherlock had to explain to her.

"This is what I plundered from that woman's family vault in Bella. The whole vault was almost emptied by me. Now it's being used because I found someone."

His face didn't turn back, he just pointed to the empty spot beside Winky with his right hand hidden in front of him.

Shilk immediately understood what Sherlock meant.

The reason she met Sherlock in the first place was because of his ability to see through invisibility cloaks.

Now he clearly found something in that position.

"Is it a Death Eater?" Silk asked with his lips slightly moved.

Sherlock didn't tell her who it was, but just nodded coldly.

"It's an old friend, and I will go to him to catch up."

The game on the court has entered a white-hot stage. The Irish team's attack is fierce, scoring by Quaffle, and the Bulgarian team is far away from the score.

But at this time, Sherlock was naturally in no mood to pay attention to the failure of his previous prediction. The balance of victory in this game was obviously tilted toward the Irish team.

His attention was always on Barty Jr.

From the beginning to the end, Barty did not make any movement, staring blankly at the playing field, as if watching a dull puppet show.

The game ended with the victory of the Irish team, but the loss of the Bulgarian team was not ugly. Among the players in the final, the only Bulgarian Seeker Sherlock knew - Viktor Krum Finally caught the Golden Snitch.

But the huge score gap still did not allow them to achieve the final victory, and the score was also fixed at 170 for Ireland: 160 for Bulgaria.

Harry and Ron were going crazy. Everyone else thought they were happy for the Irish team to win the championship. Only Hermione, who was also very excited, knew the inside story.

After the game, players from both teams went to the top box to meet and shake hands with the two Ministers of Magic, while Fudge came to present awards to the Irish team members.

The Irish national anthem was played throughout the arena, the leprechauns were gliding excitedly in the sky, throwing down a lot of gold coins, while the veela, the mascots of Bulgaria, showed a dejected look.

Winky left the top box immediately after the game, and Sherlock could clearly feel that Barty was also taken away by the house elf.

He didn't immediately follow the past, there was a connection with the pulling hand. No matter where Barty Jr ran, he could feel it, and now Sherlock was ready to put a long line.

Just a little Barty Crouch couldn't satisfy his appetite, and he vaguely felt that things were much more than that.

This trip to the Quidditch World Cup is naturally a joy for Harry.

Not only did their favorite team win the championship, but they also earned a lot of money.

As the director of the Magic and Sports Department, Balmain certainly wouldn't have the idea of ​​​​defending his debts. He was just extremely surprised by their good luck, and even wondered if they had drank a bottle of precious medicine called Fuling Potion.

George and Fred were equally rewarded. Although they did not press the score, they bet against the Bulgarian team to catch the Snitch, but the Irish team won the game.

On the way back, Mr. Weasley specifically begged them not to tell their mother about the gambling, otherwise they would have nothing to eat.

The Weasley twins certainly wouldn't do such a no-brainer, and they're happily discussing a great plan with the money they've won.

Harry and the others were still discussing the match just now with Charlie and Bill. All kinds of technical terms in Quidditch kept popping out of their mouths. Sherlock could understand every word, but he didn't know the words like What do words like "Lonsky Fake" mean?

But he wasn't in the mood to figure it out right now.

Under the perception of the pulling hand, Barty did not leave the woods, he stood still in the corner of the camp where the wizards camped, it was like the camp where he was stationed here.

Silk walked beside Sherlock, and after she came out of the arena, she kept looking up at the starry sky in the sky.

Halfway to the camp, she suddenly stared at a star and said.

"It won't be peaceful tonight."

Sherlock's figure paused, and Shilk's prophecy instantly reminded him of the little Barty he had just discovered. He narrowed his eyes, and then told Shilk.

"If anything goes wrong, leave with the Weasleys."

Shilk pursed his lips and didn't make a sound, just kept walking forward without making a sound.

Sherlock looked at her back, helplessly quickened his pace to keep up with hers.

"Is it okay to be obedient? You also know my strength, usually not..."

"Shut up!" Rarely, Silk interrupted Sherlock roughly.

Sherlock wasn't angry, just looked at her eyes hidden under the ribbon, and finally touched her hair and sighed.

"No matter what, you must protect your safety. I promised Eddie, at least I will help him take care of you."

This time Shilk didn't struggle with her head out of Sherlock's hands, she just looked at him silently.

"You can't treat me like a child forever."

After she finished speaking, she turned around and walked faster towards the tent. The pace was very fast, and the two hands that were tightly clenched into fists were also trembling faintly because of too much force.

Sherlock looked at her with a look of disappointment behind her silver-gray hair being swept by the evening wind~www.NovelMTL.com~ In his eyes, the body that held the windmill in one hand and felt the wave of candy in the other overlapped with hers.

He looked at the bright white moon and muttered to himself.

"How can I not take you as the Amy who can't laugh, can't make trouble, and needs someone's protection?"

Saying this, he shook his head and smiled bitterly.

"People are hypocritical."

He didn't know whether he was mocking himself or who he was mocking, and then he didn't keep up with Silk and the Weasleys, but in the darkness of the woods that had quietly disappeared, moving in a direction that he could clearly perceive. move forward.

There were fans singing the Irish national anthem all around, and many wizards dancing around the bonfire.

But Sherlock had no intention of staying until the figure of that person appeared again in his control magic.