Just a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

Sherlock took Harry and Ron back to Hagrid's cabin.

He lit the stove again, put some water in the kettle, and put it on the stove to wait for the water to boil.

Ron and Harry sat on the bench like elementary school students, while Sherlock lay down on Hagrid's sofa, waved his wand and brought a plate of cookies that looked good, and watched calmly. Both of them.

"Tell me, why did you run into the forbidden forest?"

Harry sat on pins and needles, still hesitating whether to tell the truth.

Sherlock didn't urge him, just held the biscuits and grinded his teeth.

It wasn't that he had any special hobbies, but when he put the biscuits in his mouth, he discovered that unless he had the bite force of a giant, he could only grind his teeth with something like a stone.

Ron whispered.

"Why don't we all tell Professor Forrest, anyway, he already knows Hagrid's innocence."

Harry finally made up his mind and told Sherlock everything about the diary and Riddle.

From the time he found the diary on the desk, to the conversation with Riddle in it, to the fact that he brought himself into his memory, saw what happened fifty years ago, etc., he explained it all.

The more Sherlock listened, the darker his face became. In the end, he threw away all the biscuits that had been grinding his teeth and stared at Harry like that.

After Harry finished telling what he had experienced, Sherlock's eyes stared at his hairy body, and he asked timidly.

"Teach... Professor, why are you looking at me like that?"

"You said the owner of that diary was Tom Riddle?" Sherlock asked gloomily.

Harry nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

"He also chatted with you and showed you the experience of Hagrid's arrest fifty years ago?"

Harry continued pecking at the rice.

"Then the diary was in your hands for several months, and you lost it again?"

Halimi couldn't peck anymore. He already felt that Sherlock was in a wrong mood, so he asked cautiously.

"Professor, is there anything wrong with Riddle's diary?"

"It's not just the diary that has a problem, the three of you also have a big problem!"

Sherlock's voice grew louder. This was the first time he had such a strong urge to curse.

"After knowing what happened to Hagrid fifty years ago from that diary, why didn't you report it to the school?"

Harry explained guiltily.

"We're afraid of Hagrid being misunderstood by others, and we don't think he's the kind of person who hurts others."

Sherlock almost laughed at him.

"Even you all know that Hagrid is not that kind of person, Dumbledore, McGonagall and Hagrid have known each other for more than fifty years, do they know if Hagrid is that kind of person? You are too self-righteous and underestimate adults. right?"

Harry and Ron looked at each other, a little ashamed and a little confused.

They knew it was wrong for them not to report to school, but they didn't understand why Sherlock was so angry.

Sherlock was a little irritable. Originally, if Harry got the diary and handed it in, there would be no more troublesome things.

But think about it carefully, if Harry and the others were really such good babies, they wouldn't be the protagonists of this world.

He sighed, calmed down, waved his hand and said to them.

"The real murderer who opened the secret room wasn't the Hogwarts student at all, it was the diary, the student named Tom Riddle in it was the descendant of Slytherin, and he framed Hagrid 50 years ago. ."

Harry and Ron stared like cowbells.

None of them would have thought that the diary was actually the biggest behind the scenes, and it was still in their hands for two whole months!

Thinking back carefully about what happened before, you can indeed find some unusual places from the clues.

As long as the diary was in Harry's hands, there were no more attacks in the castle.

But when the diary just disappeared, the attack happened again, and there was obviously a problem in the middle.

Harry and Ron are in a bad mood right now.

They had a chance to stop all of this later, because at that time Hermione had proposed to them to give the diary to the teacher, but they did not listen to her.

In disguise, it was equivalent to them causing Hermione to be petrified and become what she is now.

Sherlock shook his head.

"It's too late to say these things now. Hogwarts is about to close the school. This might not be a solution. Let's go, I'll take you back to the castle."

Dejected, Harry and Ron returned to the castle under the **** of Sherlock.

And deep in the Forbidden Forest, where Sherlock set fire.

At this time, the centaurs had already felt the movement and gathered by the sea of ​​​​fire.

"We must organize the firefighting! The direction of the wind is blowing the fire to our territory. If no measures are taken, the fire will burn to our tribe in less than a night!"

A rare and handsome centaur Firenze, with unusually blue eyes and white-blond hair, is organizing his clan to fight the fire.

The other with a beard, looks wild and proud, and the black-haired centaur Bane said irritably.

"Who the **** did this! The winter hasn't completely passed yet. There are dead branches everywhere in the Forbidden Forest. Is he going to burn the entire Forbidden Forest to the ground!"

It is no exaggeration to say that this fire will burn down the entire forbidden forest.

Compared with when Sherlock left, the flames at this time had spread to a range of hundreds of meters, and all the flammable trees around were ignited!

And the wind was still strong tonight, and the flames spread very fast. Even if the Centaurs wanted to organize a firefighting, they could not put out the fire with their numbers and abilities.

Firenze looked at the overwhelming sea of ​​fire and shook his head in pain.

"There is no need to put out the fire, and immediately organize the clansmen to evacuate from the tribe. We must leave. We cannot put out this fire alone."

Bane was irritable and trampled the leaves on the ground with his hooves. Just as they were about to lead the clan to evacuate, the wind suddenly stopped!

The gale subsided, and Firenze and Baine both showed surprise in their eyes.

When the wind stops, it means that the fire will not continue to spread, so they can have hope of fighting the fire!

However, before they could organize their clansmen to fight the fire again, a much stronger wind blew up again than before!

It's just that the wind direction has changed this time. It began to sweep in the completely opposite direction from before, with a sea of ​​fire that was even more violent than before, encircling and spreading in the other direction.

Baine stared blankly at the magical scene in front of him.

"Aren't we going to move tribes?"

Firenze looked at the stars in the sky in shock, and then turned his gaze to the place where the fire shifted.

"The horoscope actually changed... We're all right, but judging from the direction the fire spreads... Those spiders will all be burned to death!"