Just a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

"Xia, Xia, Sherlock!"

Hagrid stammered and called out Sherlock's name. He cautiously stepped over from the pools of blood on the ground and walked to Sherlock's side.

Sherlock was in a normal mood right now. He used the cleansing spell to clean up the blood that was splattered on his body, while casually responding to Hagrid's call.

"You're not mistaken, it's me, don't act like this is the first time you see me, Hagrid."

Whether Hagrid is big-hearted, his tone quickly became smoother, but his voice was still full of incomprehension.

"Why did you come to the Forbidden Forest at this time? And you killed these dragons? What the **** happened here?"

Just when he asked these questions, a hoarse voice came from not far away.

"We also want to know what happened to you? Sherlock."

The owner of the voice was Moody, who was limping in from the outskirts of the Forbidden Forest, accompanied by Snape with a gloomy face, and a small silver crow leading the way.

Although Sherlock's patron saint who stayed in the castle before did not call Dumbledore, he still played a role.

"After your Patronus found me, I notified McGonagall as soon as possible. She told me that Dumbledore was not in the castle tonight, and Karkaroff complained to the International that there were two warriors at Hogwarts. Magic Federation, Dumbledore has gone back to deal with the accountability within the Federation, McGonagall wants to stay to guard the students in the castle, so let Snape and I come over first to see your situation."

Moody explained to Sherlock why he was here with Snape.

Then, like everyone else present, they all looked at Sherlock, wanting to hear him talk about what happened here.

"I saw the black-robed man you noticed earlier." Sherlock said calmly.

The expression on Moody's face suddenly froze.

Sherlock looked at Charlie at this time. He had known Charlie during the Quidditch World Cup in the summer before the semester started, and they were no strangers to each other.

"Charlie, just before these fire dragons flew over, did any of your dragon trainers find anyone absent?"

Charlie was stunned for a moment, and after two seconds, he came to his senses, and hurriedly shook his head and said.

"I'm sure that there are not many of us here. At that time, the Hungarian Horntail was not honest, and our people were all trying to appease it."

"Don't be nervous, I just asked casually, and I don't suspect anything wrong with your people. Come and help me smell it, what exactly is this smell on me."

Charlie immediately walked over to Sherlock's side with a serious expression. As soon as he got close, he could clearly smell the faint fishy smell.

"Dragon egg mixture!" Just getting close to Sherlock, Charlie came to a conclusion with great certainty, "It's not just one dragon egg, it's the mixture of many kinds of dragon eggs, and then some kind of catalyst makes The smell in it is maximized, and this attracts all these dragons!"

Charlie said with a weird expression.

"The dragons we brought are all female dragons. Their aggressiveness and desire to protect are the highest among dragons. If they smell the liquid of dragon eggs, they will definitely go crazy."

A sneer appeared on Sherlock's face, and what Charlie said was basically the same as what he had guessed before.

Moody guessed everything from the few words Sherlock said.

"Dragon egg liquid was poured on you by that person? He wanted to lure the fire dragon over to kill you?"

"His appearance tonight should be for me, specifically to find the opportunity that Dumbledore was not in the castle, and four fire dragons appeared in the Forbidden Forest."

Sherlock narrowed his eyes.

"Who could this person be? He knows so well about the situation in the castle. It's unlikely that he is a wizard who came in from outside, right?"

Hearing him say this, even the neurotic Hagrid could hear the hidden meaning and couldn't help shivering.

The scene quieted down, and no one dared to answer any more. This scene didn't last for a few seconds before Sherlock shook his head and watched Charlie ask half-jokingly and half-seriously.

"I killed these four dragons, won't magic hold me legally responsible?"

Hearing him ask this, Charlie's face suddenly became bitter.

"It's true that fire dragons are protected magical animals, but the safety of wizards is the first priority. You can be regarded as self-defense. No matter which country's Ministry of Magic will trouble you because of this, dragon eggs are prohibited. It is a serious violation of the law, especially if it is strictly damaged, and the British Ministry of Magic should send someone to investigate the source of the dragon's egg liquid on your body."

This result was similar to what Sherlock had expected. He didn't have to take any responsibility for the dragon slaughter, which made him feel a lot more relaxed.

But Charlie's difficulties are obviously more than that, he continued to worry.

"The key is that it is only a few days before the first project of the Triwizard Tournament starts. After this incident, the research institute will probably not agree to borrow a few more dragons, even if the institute reluctantly agrees~www.NovelMTL.com~ time It's definitely not enough."

Sherlock thought for a moment, then waved his hand and said.

"If you just have to deal with the first event, this is easy to handle."

He stretched out a hand and gently snapped his fingers in the air.

Standing on the branch on the side, the drowsy crow was leaning against the tree trunk weakly. Hearing the movement, he yawned in dissatisfaction, and then fluttered his wings and flew into the air, pinpointing the one that was cut. The Hungarian Horntail Dragon with a severed head suddenly disappeared into the darkness.

The next second, the headless dragon corpse lying on the ground suddenly twitched.

This made all the Romanian dragon trainers who were standing around, taking advantage of this time to check the state of the fire dragon's corpse, startled.

Then, under everyone's shocked gaze, the dragon corpse was resurrected in such a grand manner!

"It" doesn't seem to be very familiar with this body of its own. When it stands up from the ground, its movements are still very stiff, but such proficiency is rapidly improving with its non-stop activities.

It didn't take long for "it" to be able to swing the pair of fleshy wings, and with just two taps, it lifted off the ground smoothly and flew up!

Everyone present was stunned by such a strange scene.

The scene where there was no head on the other end, and blood was still dripping from the fracture of the neck, was somewhat inexplicable!

Sherlock didn't feel that way, he said with great satisfaction.

"If you can sew its head back later, it can even breathe fire normally, which is completely the same as when it was alive."