Just a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

Dumbledore got the news of Professor McGonagall, and immediately rushed back to Hogwarts from the International Magic Federation.

By the time he returned to the castle, it was already one o'clock in the morning in the second half of the night.

Charlie and the Romanian dragon trainers were still dealing with the bodies of the four fire dragons. Sherlock and the others had already returned to the castle at this time and were called to the principal's office.

He and Moody were the only ones who came. Everyone else was asked to keep the events of the night strictly confidential and went back to rest.

"Their movements are too frequent."

Dumbledore seemed to have a headache, leaning back on the seat, looking a little tired.

"Why would someone target Sherlock." Moody asked seriously, he still didn't know that Sherlock's identity had been known to the Death Eaters.

Since Dumbledore called him here tonight, he didn't want to hide it from him, and quickly explained to him what happened to Sherlock at the Quidditch World Cup before.

"Their goals this time are very clear." Dumbledore said, clasping his hands on the desk, and said in a deep voice, "One is Harry, the other is Sherlock, and they want to do two things at the same time. Strong competition."

Sherlock pouted involuntarily.

"With such a big appetite, you're not afraid to burst your stomach?"

Dumbledore had apparently gotten everything from him.

"If you didn't have the God's Edge and Shadowless Charm that Severus gave you, and if you didn't successfully control that creature called Fiddlesticks beforehand, would you still be able to deal with these four dragons?"

Sherlock was not stubborn and answered honestly.

"Which one of these two is missing, I'm very likely to die in the Forbidden Forest tonight."

"So, their plan is actually a success." Dumbledore looked at Sherlock seriously, "It's just that the information about your personal strength is a little behind. This is a warning to you, Sherlock, you must be more careful in the future. !"

In response to such reminders, Sherlock has always been kind.

"I will pay attention."

Moody's brows furrowed, he is now thinking about a problem.

"Are they the same man who threw Harry's name into the Goblet of Fire and who is now attracting Sherlock into the Forbidden Forest?"

This is indeed a question worth pondering.

No matter how you look at it, no one who can do these two things can come from outside the castle, only those who have been in the school all the time can do it.

At this moment, a sneer suddenly appeared at the corner of Sherlock's mouth.

"Maybe we can find out tomorrow."

Dumbledore and Moody's eyes all turned to him, but Sherlock casually mentioned another matter.

"As for whether or not to adopt a plan that I can help, let the dead fire dragon continue to function, and carry out the first event of the hegemony competition normally, the referees will definitely get together tomorrow to discuss a result."

"The black-robed man who led me to the Forbidden Forest tonight didn't escape unscathed. He was hit by at least a dozen of my magic spells."

"The effect of this spell is not just as simple as slicing, but it can also continue to cause continuous damage to the wound. Unless the spell is removed, the wound will not heal so quickly."

"And the release of this spell, besides me, only Snape, who invented the spell, knows."

The people present were all smart people, Sherlock's words were not complicated, and Moody's normal eye glowed brightly.

"You mean, when the referees gather tomorrow, we can check who has magical scars on them!"

Sherlock said calmly.

"I'm looking for an excuse to evade it. Those who didn't come can definitely identify the suspect. When I was in the Forbidden Forest just now, I didn't tell the story. I just didn't want to publicize it in front of Madame Maxime."

"Of course, Mrs. Maxime is basically not suspicious. She has always been with Hagrid, and the person I met is too different from her size."

His plan is completely feasible, and Dumbledore and Moody naturally have no objection.

This concludes their conversation tonight.

And what happened that night, almost no one of the students in the castle knew.

Informed professors will not take the initiative to speak out. Those Romanian dragon trainers will report the situation here to their research institute, but they will not pass any information to the students in the school.

The only student who knew about this was Harry, who was wearing an invisibility cloak and saw it all.

He left the Forbidden Forest before Moody came to the scene, and returned to the castle at the last minute to get in touch with Sirius.

Harry didn't hide it, he told Sirius all his experiences from the beginning of the year to the present, including what he just saw with his own eyes.

"Hogwarts is now at the center of a maelstrom of conspiracy, Harry."

After listening to Harry's description of Sirius, he said very solemnly.

"This conspiracy is aimed at you and others, and that Forrest is also involved."

Harry was a little nervous, a little excited, and more at a loss.

"Then what should I do now?"

"I suggest you take a step and take a look~www.NovelMTL.com~ Sirius said, "Your Professor Forrest, he is not a simple character, with him and Dumbledore around, he is fully capable keep you safe. "

"But you have to be careful afterwards, especially when you are in the Triwizard Tournament! Your danger must come from the competition, so don't be careless at that time."

"I will be careful!"

Harry promised very solemnly, he knew that the situation was tense at this time.

Tonight, even Sherlock was caught in the trap. A small shrimp like him is only famous, and his strength is not even as good as a house elf. Of course, he must be more careful.

After finishing tonight's meeting with Sirius, Harry put on the invisibility cloak again and returned to the Gryffindor lounge.

Just like that, the quiet second half of the night passed.

The next morning, Dumbledore summoned all the judges in the castle to a temporary conference room in the auditorium.

Somewhat contrary to what Sherlock and the others expected, no one made excuses for not coming, and all five referees had arrived.

Except for Madame Maxime, who was there last night, who knew what was going on, the other three seemed to be completely unaware of it.

Karkaroff, Bagman and Crouch all behaved normally when they entered the conference room.

Moody and Sherlock are also here, they have been guarding the door of the conference room like two door gods.

And Moody, who has been an Auror for decades, still found something suspicious after carefully observing several people in the room.

"Old Barty's face... a little too pale."