Just a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

"I actually don't understand. Does Fuji really not understand the current situation? With this situation, he still thinks that Crouch, you and I are all lying?"

Facing Sherlock's question, Dumbledore looked tired.

"It's not that he doesn't understand, it's that he can't see through it. His desire for power and fear of Voldemort have completely blinded him."

"To be honest, he was not such a person at the beginning. He and Barty were both candidates for the Minister of Magic, but no one thought he would be elected at the time. Even he himself was the same. He always thought Think of yourself as a runner in that election.”

"Until it was exposed that Barty Jr. was a Death Eater, he, who didn't even think he could be a minister, became his only choice."

"When he first became minister, he was not very confident in his abilities, because everyone, including himself, knew that Crouch was actually much more capable than him and could do what he is doing now. Playing in multiple positions is purely because of his luck.”

"So during that time, he often came to me. Basically, he would come to consult me ​​on all major events that happened in the magical world. I usually rarely gave him advice. He was an elected minister, not an elected minister. Someone’s puppet.”

"After that, after sitting in the position of minister for several years, his ambitions and desires became bigger and bigger as time went by, and he became more confident."

"When something happens, he rarely behaves like me again. Instead, he has made a group of friends who fit his status."

When Dumbledore said this, Sherlock couldn't help but think of someone.

"Lucius Malfoy?"

"Yes, this is the only group of people who have status in the magic world. Connelly himself is also from a wizarding family, but his family is not prominent. Those ancient families that claimed to have pure bloodlines simply looked down on him. A wizard with a Muggle family and a mixed-race background is just a little better."

"But after he took the position of Minister of Magic, the attitude of these people became approachable, which made Fudge naturally become friends with them."

"So these friends of his would say things in his ear that were hard to stop thinking about, especially about me."

Dumbledore's eyes were calm, and it was obvious that he didn't know anything about some things.

"Fudge's mentality has obviously changed. His nature is not bad, but as I said before, his ability is not strong, and his ugly words can also be called stupid. He really started to believe that I would threaten As for his position as minister, what happened this time was that I joined forces with Bhatti to carry out a subversive operation against the government organized by him."

"He has also experienced Voldemort's white terror on the wizarding world. His fear of Voldemort made him subconsciously avoid the fact that this person who has not been heard from for more than ten years will come back."

"It is because of this that he will vigorously deny this matter. In his understanding, as long as he admits it, the title of Minister Fudge will never exist again."

Sherlock couldn't help but frown.

"Extremely stupid."

Dumbledore was still staring at the fire in the fireplace, and he said something meaningful.

"Some people change so easily just because they are in different positions and come into contact with different people. And some people never change, even if they die and now they are coming back to life."

Naturally, Sherlock didn't talk to him about this when he came here. He asked straightforwardly.

"How have you considered what I said before? Whether you agree or not, I have to start preparations early now."

Dumbledore tapped his right thumb lightly with his left thumb.

"If you really want to do it, go ahead and prepare."

In the end, he compromised on Sherlock, but he looked at Sherlock with extremely serious eyes.

"However, you have to be clear about one thing, Sherlock. I am already a bad old man. Harry and the others still need time to truly grow up. There are not many people who can still take the lead in this."

Sherlock smiled at him.

"Don't say it like a farewell. I don't have to like this atmosphere, professor. Besides, the era we are in now may end, but people like us will never disappear. The most important thing in the twentieth century is The great white wizard is Dumbledore, and another great figure will also appear in the 21st century. This is inheritance and inevitable, and what we have to do now is to complete the things that are ours. "

With that, he turned his back to Dumbledore and waved.

"I always feel goosebumps all over my body when I say this. I am really not a person who is very suitable for speaking truth. See you later, Professor Dumbledore."

Dumbledore looked at his back and couldn't help but smile on his face. He smiled, shook his head and waved his hand.

"See you later, the best Hogwarts professor, Sherlock Forrest."

When Sherlock returned to his office, Hilke stood expressionless in front of his office door.

She was also holding in her hand a crystal ball that looked like it was used for prophecy, with strange matter like a nebula floating in it.

"Aha, come to me, are you going to agree to go shopping in Diagon Alley with me this weekend? I told you a long time ago that you should go to Madam Malkin's Robe Shop to order a new suit. Although it's okay to always wear something like this. It’s pretty, but a bit monotonous.”

After the Yule Ball, Sherlock and Hilke's attitude toward each other changed significantly.

Of course Hilke could sense this. She didn't know what happened in the meantime, but for her this was obviously a good thing. At least Sherlock no longer deliberately avoided or evaded her on some issues.

It's just that she came to him this time because she had other more important things.

"I performed a simple divination on you today as a routine." She seemed to be trying her best to keep her voice calm.

Sherlock's eyes widened, and his face was filled with question marks.

"Wait? What do you mean by routine!"

"It's not important." Her eyes hidden under the black ribbon were staring at Sherlock. It was obvious that she wasn't joking. "What's important is whether you are planning to do something?"

The expression on Sherlock's face softened, and he was also looking at Silk.

"I just came back from Dumbledore's office and had a few words with him."

"Don't do this!"