Just a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

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Silk has taken care of Fiddlesticks for nearly ten years, and even in the German Ministry of Magic, it is impossible to find a wizard who understands the habits of this straw man better than her.

"Nightmare is a way for it to recover its strength, and it is most suitable for use in situations where there are many people. This kind of behavior will not have any intuitive impact on people, but it will subtly **** people's energy, and it will cause problems for a long time. "

Professor McGonagall frowned.

"It's hidden in Hogwarts now, is there a way to find it?"

Shilk said with a serious look.

"This is one of its purposes. Using this method to restore its own strength is the second thing. What it hopes most is that we will take the initiative to find it. Only in its suitable environment can its abilities be fully exerted. Opportunity. That way he must not be hiding in a place where we can't find it, or it will reveal itself to us."

Her words caused the professors in the lounge to fall into contemplation.

Soon Sherlock looked up at Professor McGonagall and asked.

"It was Harry and the three who had nightmares first?"

"Yes, on Friday night, Harry, Ron and Hermione all had this nightmare together, and they didn't care much at first until the three of them were in the dormitory the next night. Harry and the others found me."

"Then call Harry and the others first. As the source of infection, they may have come into contact with things related to the straw man."

Soon, with the help of the portrait in the lounge, Harry and his party, who had just come out of the auditorium after lunch, were called to the lounge.

Facing a group of professors here, they were obviously a little nervous.

Sprout reassured them kindly, and Flitwick was afraid that they would not be full for lunch, so he gave each of them a cream cake.

And this time the person in charge of questioning them was naturally Sherlock, and he didn't show a multi-faceted harsh and serious expression, just like a normal question and answer in class, he asked them.

"Did you encounter anything weird on Friday? Or see anything weird?"

The three of them looked at each other, Harry finally answered.

"As we were going up the corner of the stairs after our Potions class, I felt like something was staring at us in the empty classroom next to us, but when we got in, we found nothing inside. That day After the nightmare at night, we also suspected that there was something wrong with this place, so we went to check again, but still found nothing."

Sherlock keenly felt that this clue was important, and he asked again emphatically.

"Are you sure there's nothing in that classroom?"

Harry thought for a moment, and suddenly seemed to remember something and said.

"On that desk in the middle of the classroom! We found a straw, Ron Hermione and I thought it might have been blown in by the wind, so we ignored it and threw it away."

The atmosphere in the common room was suddenly quiet, not only Sherlock felt the problem, but other professors also realized that the straw in Harry's mouth must be wrong.

"Where did you throw it?"

The memory of this Harry remembered very well.

"Just in the trash can in that empty classroom!"

Sherlock got up from his chair, nodded at Professor McGonagall, then patted Harry on the shoulder.

"Reported this matter to the professor in time. You did a good job, Harry. If you want to hide it and try to solve it on your own, then say it two days later, the consequences of the matter will be very troublesome."

Harry was very embarrassed at Sherlock's compliment, he always felt that such a compliment was actually calling him a fool before.

Although it's really reckless.

After learning the exact location of that classroom, Harry and the three were put back, they had classes in the afternoon, and there was nothing to help them with.

The only people who went to the classroom to investigate were three of them: Sherlock, Silk and Professor McGonagall. The other professors also had classes in the afternoon. Although the Gryffindor students didn't sleep well last night, Hogwarts did not. Not to the point of direct suspension.

Harry, the classroom they were talking about wasn't hard to find, it was right next to the stairs on the basement level of the castle.

This is a long-abandoned Charms classroom. It seems that there have been no students or teachers in it for decades. Even Professor McGonagall has no impression of this classroom.

They pushed open the door and walked in. First, they checked the entire classroom. The blindfolded Shilk was the one who could see clearly.

"It's been here, and it's been here for a while."

Neither Sherlock nor Professor McGonagall found anything other than that Silk could rely on her peculiar feeling to sense that it had come here.

But they soon found the trash can in this classroom, but it didn't contain what Harry said, the straw he threw here.

"The house-elves clean the commonly used classroom every evening. The empty classroom is cleaned once a week. It is very likely that this classroom has been cleaned by them."

Professor McGonagall looked at the empty trash can and said thoughtfully.

They didn't stop in the empty classroom and went straight to the kitchen at Hogwarts, which is also the home of the house-elves.

The entrance to the kitchen is in the hallway where the entrance to the Hufflepuff lounge is, just scratch the pear on the fruit mural hanging on the wall of the hallway and a doorknob will appear and the kitchen door will open .

Responsible for the food and hygiene of the entire Hogwarts~www.NovelMTL.com~ There are many house-elves who serve the castle. They come and go in the kitchen as large as the auditorium. It seems that there are about a hundred people.

Seeing that Professor McGonagall walked in with Sherlock and Silk, all the house-elves stopped their work, and everyone timidly grabbed the rags around themselves and opened the pair of Big eyes that weren't cute at all looked at them.

A house-elf came out to receive them.

"Excuse me, is there anything you want us to do in the kitchen? Professor McGonagall."

Professor McGonagall looked at the house elf who was just like the other house elf, and couldn't even tell the gender, and called out his name very easily.

"Abby, I want to know who is in charge of cleaning the classrooms on the basement floor during this time?"

After her question, almost all the house-elves turned their eyes in one direction.

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