Just a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

Sherlock was not very interested in the disaster that was not far away from her.

Even if he didn't know much about the original work, he still knew that Voldemort was successfully resurrected at the end of this semester.

So if we really want to be serious, he understood this prophecy of disaster much earlier than Silk.

"Why do you still have to divination to the stars at Christmas?" Sherlock also looked at the sea of ​​stars in the sky and complained, "Every time you see this starry sky, don't you just think about the impact of their trajectory on the future? Isn’t it too boring? Don’t you have any more fantasies?”

Silk's eyes, covered by the black ribbon, never moved away from the starry sky. When she heard Sherlock's question, the corner of her mouth slightly raised a smile.

"On the day my father died, I looked at the starry sky in the sky and imagined that you had flown into the sky and gone to other stars. Otherwise, why couldn't we find you no matter how we looked for you?"

"Then I was taken to Germany by that woman. At Christmas time, I would sit alone on the top of the tower in the Department of Mysteries. I took off the shading from my eyes and wanted to see if there was anything in this starry sky. I’ve left traces of you, but no matter how many Christmas Eves passed by, I didn’t see anything.”

The expression on Sherlock's face slowly became quieter, and Silk's voice still sounded in his ears.

"You know I couldn't laugh when I was little."

"Actually, I could laugh at the beginning, but since I was five years old, I have felt that such expressions are useless. Others can't see it. I don't have a mother, and my father is basically not at home. I should laugh when I am alone at home. How stupid."

"Then when I met you in the Leaky Cauldron, I really couldn't laugh anymore."

"At that time, I was actually very happy many times. You taught me how to make paper airplanes, bought me a windmill on the bridge and told me that there are many people who love us, went to the amusement park with that fake uncle, and held a wave. Taking a group photo with Ban Tang, I actually wanted to laugh out loud, but I just couldn’t."

"Sometimes people are so strange. When you feel you don't want something, one day someone will suddenly appear and make you realize that the originally useless thing is actually very useful. But when you think it is necessary, it exists. The value of it disappears along with that person.”

Sherlock seemed to want to say something, but he opened his mouth, and the words that were clearly on his lips could not be said at this time. He even forgot what he wanted to say.

At this time, Hilke finally looked away from the distant sea of ​​stars. She turned her head and looked at Sherlock quietly, her voice empty and soft.

"Actually, I had already planned to forget you."

"The time we entered the underground secret room in Hogsmeade, Fiddlesticks showed me something that I had always guessed but never dared to admit. At that time, I already wanted to forget you. , and then remember the other you.”

Sherlock felt that his breathing was not smooth, as if something was pressing on his trachea, preventing him from exhaling the carbon dioxide in his body normally, and preventing the normal circulation of oxygen.

"But in fact, these two people are both you. Whether it is John or Sherlock, there is no difference. Whether it is Amy or Vera, they are the same. Different time, different identity, but still the same emotion."

The atmosphere was completely silent. Silke gently hugged his knees and laid his face on his knees, with a calm and beautiful smile on his face.

"You actually didn't lie. You really can't dance. That day in the underground secret room of Hogsmeade, you danced very poorly."

Sherlock took a long breath. It seemed that he finally couldn't bear it anymore. He suddenly stood up from the bench and stretched out a hand to Hilke.

"I can't stand listening to this! Come on, let's dance! What do you mean, I'm a bad dancer! That's my modest way of saying it to Professor McGonagall and the others!"

Silk didn't make any move at first, but looked at him with a playful smile that had never appeared before.

"Are you extending a formal invitation to a lady?"

Sherlock's cheeks twitched unconsciously.

"Well, I am really yours! Beautiful, lovely, kind and generous Miss Silk, I sincerely invite you to dance with me this night!"

"Then, I will reluctantly agree."

Silk raised his head, with a chuckle on his lips, and then gently handed one of his hands to Sherlock's outstretched hand.

Although the music coming from the direction of the auditorium was not loud, after a long period of transmission, it seemed particularly melodious when it reached this garden path.

Sherlock's dance steps are indeed very messy, or it can be said to be unorganized, relying entirely on feeling.

After all, if you want a pure Eastern soul who has never been exposed to dance, it would be too difficult to learn such dance steps without a teacher.

"Ahem, sorry."

This was the awkward sound Sherlock made when he stepped on Silk's foot.

"Sorry for my mistake."

"It was an accident."

"There won't be a next time."

"It's because it doesn't obey its orders!"

There was no displeasure on Hilke's face. She put one hand on Sherlock's shoulder, and intertwined the fingers of her other hand with his. Her face was so delicate that it seemed as if it should not appear in the world, and Sherlock The distance between his face is less than one finger.

"If you want to learn, I can teach you later."

Her voice rang in Sherlock's ears, and her warm breath blew on his face under his ears, making him feel even more out of breath.

As if he was angry, Sherlock directly activated his control area to cheat, so that he could always pay attention to his steps even if he didn't need to see with his eyes.

However, at the moment when his field was just unfolding, looking for Shuyuan www. zhaoshuyuan.com Sherlock's face was suddenly startled.

Silk, who was very close to him and whose reaction was extremely clear, asked with some confusion.

"What's wrong?"

Sherlock's slightly frowned brows relaxed again and he pretended to be nonchalant.

"It's okay, don't worry, I will never make another mistake in the future."

And while he was speaking, his hand that hugged Hilke's slender waist from behind quietly pointed in the direction of the grass behind the bench, opened his fingers, and then suddenly tightened them.

Among the flowers, an ordinary beetle, no different from other insects, was suddenly and mysteriously controlled by something and floated in the air.

The beetle struggled desperately, but could not break free.

The petal where it was originally turned into a small transparent plastic box at some point, and flew into the air, shutting it inside, and finally floated silently into Sherlock's pocket.