Just a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

Sherlock sat cross-legged in front of Eddie's tombstone. He no longer had the strong posture he had in front of Skeeter. Instead, he looked sad and sighed.

"I didn't come here to see you today, I came here to scold you! It's all your fault!"

He cursed in a bad tone, as if he wanted to vent all the resentment in his stomach.

"If you hadn't died so early, would I have suffered like this? People say I'm pretentious! I'm so pretentious! Damn it, I took her with me when she was so young. At that time, I was just like his father. You are such a hands-off shopkeeper. How can I be a father?"

"Who can understand me? Do I really not like it? But what I like is the one before, the Vera before I met Amy! tnd Now Amy and Vera are the same person, what do you want me to do? ?”

"I'm not a pervert! Is it so easy to think clearly about feelings? What feelings do I have for Amy? Can it be compared with the good feeling I had when I first met Vera!"

"And you! You didn't help but made trouble. At that time, you had to stick to my side. Now, what's the relationship between us? If I pick up your daughter, you won't be allowed to jump out of the grave?"

"That little girl didn't understand and called me pretentious. Professor Flitwick and the others didn't know anything and they called me pretentious. I still have some conscience! If I really had no bottom line, I would have done whatever the hell I wanted. No one knows except that old bastard Snape!"

The cold wind hit people's faces with biting coldness, but Sherlock couldn't feel the slightest bit of coldness. He was cursing vigorously now and even stood up again.

"I have never thought about being a gentleman, but when people live in this world, they must have a ruler to measure what they do! Okay! Now you are forcing me to raise the ruler, so I don't care. "

"Amy or whatever, I just think she died with you! Vera Silk is Vera Silk. The first time I met her was at Hogwarts in the summer of 1993! Neither do I Remembering what she had experienced before and what kind of father she had, I just thought she was an ordinary witch who moved from the German Ministry of Magic to the school!"

He sat back down on the ground.

"From now on, you will treat me as your brother no longer. Anyway, I saved you twice and I have never asked you for anything. Now I will use what you owed me in the past in exchange for breaking off our relationship with you."

"It's hard to say what will happen in the future. I don't know what will happen and what I can do, but if one day!..."

When he said this, he seemed to feel guilty, and his aura obviously weakened. He stopped looking at the tombstone and just said it with a low eyebrow.

"Ahem, I mean, if, if one day, I change my identity and come to see you, there is no such thing as you calling me brother and me calling you dad, then what should I call you normally? Whatever you call me, treat it like it’s your first time meeting me.”

As he spoke, his courage suddenly grew again and he spoke loudly.

"Then let's settle this matter. From today on, we will break off our friendship. According to the custom in my hometown, cutting off sleeves is equivalent to severing ties!"

An invisible sharp blade slashed through the cuff of his robe, and pieces of black cloth fell in the wind in front of the tombstone.

"From now on, we will owe nothing to each other!"

After saying these words and doing these things, Sherlock let out a long sigh of relief as if a big stone had been lifted from his heart, and then turned around and left the cemetery.

Just as he walked easily outside the Forbidden Forest, the cold wind gently picked up the piece of black cloth that fell on the ground. It swirled in the air, facing Sherlock's back, like a The person waved silently, and finally landed quietly on Eddie's tombstone.

...

After the Yule Ball, the study life of the middle school students at Hogwarts is back on track.

Harry felt that this dance did not bring him much joy, but more frustration and unwillingness.

Especially after class every day, you can still see Qiu Zhang holding Cedric's arm in the corridor from time to time, with a happy face.

Harry's first love was stillborn before it even started.

I don't know if his failed invitation to the dance could be considered a confession.

If a person is unlucky, a mouthful of cold water will clog his teeth.

Harry's current relationship is fruitless, and his friendships are also having problems.

But the problem didn't lie directly with him, but with Ron and Hermione having another conflict.

The reason is also very simple, it is because of the fact that Hermione became the dance partner of Durmstrang Warrior Krum at the Yule Ball.

Ron had been saying that Krum had bad intentions in contacting Hermione, trying to find out from her the progress of Harry's research on the golden egg, and that Hermione was being taken advantage of.

What he said made Hermione extremely angry. He indirectly meant to belittle her. If it weren't for her good relationship with Harry, no one would invite her to the ball.

The two had a very tense argument, even worse than the previous conflict between Harry and Ron.

Now Harry was very cautious in getting along between the two of them, for fear that something would go wrong and other conflicts would arise.

After Christmas, the start of the second competition event in February is getting closer and closer.

Harry has been distracted by so many things recently, and his research on the golden egg has made absolutely zero progress. During this period, Cedric came to him specifically once, ready to repay him for revealing the fire dragon in advance before a competition event. The incident reminded him of his research progress on golden eggs, and told him to take the golden eggs with him when taking a bath to try.

However, Harry didn't pay much attention to his prompts, because Qiu Zhang was holding his arms and standing next to him. This made Harry arouse the competitive spirit common to men. The more he allowed himself to be like this If you do it, you will not go away.

In this state, during the offseason, Bagman, who would still appear in Hogwarts from time to time, found Harry.

"Hi! Harry, have you made any new progress in your research on the golden egg?"

Harry had been in a bad mood recently and had no intention of having too much communication with the open-minded Director of the Department of Magical Sports. He said perfunctorily.

"It's already a bit sketchy."

Bagman didn't seem to hear the impatience in Harry's mouth at all. He looked around and spoke to Harry in a lowered voice.

"If you need it, I can provide you with a little help, like a little tip or something."

Harry looked at him in surprise.

"B-But, are you the referee of this match?"

Bagman waved his hand nonchalantly.

"I'm very optimistic about you, Harry. To be honest, we are both British wizards. Of course I will be happy to help you."