Just a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

"He was rescued... Now I have no alternative candidates... Not only that, he also said so much..."

Harry felt his forehead hurt like crazy, but he still insisted on looking at the environment in this dark room.

He could just barely see a trembling figure kneeling on the ground. The figure seemed to be extremely frightened, his body was shaking like chaff, and he looked like he wanted to beg but didn't dare to.

"Fortunately, the Minister of Magic is an idiot... But now you have given me another surprise... Wormtail... What a big surprise... .”

When "himself" spoke, Harry noticed that the man kneeling on the ground was none other than Peter Pettigrew, who escaped last semester!

Peter seemed to be extremely frightened, and he choked with tears.

"I don't want to...I don't want to be like this, Master, but I can't help it...that bastard Remus...that bastard bit me... .”

"Then why didn't you tell me earlier! If you hadn't been discovered...what did you want to do! Keep putting it off...until I need you...you didn't say anything No sound...and then use that dirty blood to harm me!"

"No! Not...Master...I'm just not ready yet. I am your most loyal slave...I will definitely not harm you or hide anything from you, I'm just... not ready yet..."

Peter's cries echoed in the dark room.

"He" became quiet, which made Harry feel a little uneasy. He thought "he" had discovered something was wrong.

But it was obvious that he was overthinking it. The silence only lasted for half a minute before "himself" spoke again.

"You should be glad that you still have the credit for finding me...otherwise I would have made you become Nashji's food today! There are already two less candidates prepared...The next thing about Harry Nothing can go wrong again!”

As if Peter had been pardoned, his whole body collapsed to the ground without a single glance. At this time, he still did not forget to flatter "himself".

"Master...Master, your arrangement is perfect! There will definitely be no problem...As for a slave like me who will serve you wholeheartedly, it is not difficult to find, like... .”

When Harry heard this, he suddenly felt dizzy, and then the pain on his forehead suddenly intensified, and the next second he was back in the Divination class.

The severe pain caused Harry to roll to the ground from his position, and everyone in the classroom noticed his abnormal behavior.

"Are you okay?" Ron said.

"Of course something is wrong with him!" Trelawney looked extremely excited. Her eyes were fixed on Harry and she was approaching him sinisterly. "What's going on, Potter? An omen? An apparition? What did you see?"

"Nothing," Harry lied, sitting up and feeling himself shaking.

He couldn't help but look around, peering carefully into the shadows behind him. Voldemort's voice sounded very close...

"Just now you were covering your scar!" Trelawney said, "You were covering your scar and rolling on the ground! Come on, Potter, I have experience in these things!"

Harry looked up at her.

"I think I need to go to the campus infirmary," he said. "I have a bad headache."

"My dear, you have obviously been affected by the peculiar visual vibrations in my classroom!" Trelawney said. "If you go away now, you will not see something you have never seen before -"

"I just want to see a cure for my headache," said Harry.

He stood up and the whole class backed away with uneasy looks on their faces.

Harry knew exactly what he was going to do now. This was not the first time he had experienced a nightmare like this.

"See you later," he said to Ron.

Then he ignored Trelawney's attempts to stay and ran out of the Divination classroom. Instead of going to the school infirmary as he said, he ran straight towards the principal's office.

Although he didn't understand the meaning of the words spoken between Voldemort and Peter in the nightmare, there was nothing wrong with telling Dumbledore everything he saw.

However, the stone monster that had been guarding the principal's office blocked his way. Harry did not have the same privileges as Sherlock and could enter and exit the principal's office at will without a password.

In desperation, he could only randomly tell Dumbledore a few of his commonly used dessert passwords, and in the end he got one right.

"A pile of cockroaches? I was just guessing..."

He muttered as he passed over the stone monster that jumped away, all the way up, and walked into the principal's office.

However, although the door of the principal's office was open, there was no one inside. There was only a simple stone basin on Dumbledore's desk, and there were some silver threads in the basin. It flows slowly inside like a swimming fish.

Harry couldn't help being attracted by the silver rays of light in the stone basin. He lowered his head subconsciously, and then a strong suction force suddenly came from the stone basin, sucking his entire body into the basin. !

...

At the beginning of Harry's divination class, Sherlock, Dumbledore and Moody were standing in front of the pensieve.

"Our impressions of some things are indeed blurred, but using the pensieve can help us recall many points that we may have missed."

Dumbledore turned his wand, gently pulled out a bright silver memory thread from his temple, and then put it into the stone basin.

"Okay, now we can do a final summary before starting the plan. Through the past of that incident, we can check whether we have any omissions."

Sherlock and Moody both nodded with serious expressions, and then the three of them entered the memories in the Pensieve one by one.

The whole world seemed to be turned upside down.

The three Sherlocks appeared in a hall that was completely different from the principal's office.

They were all familiar with this hall. It was an inquisition of the Ministry of Magic. At this time, the hall was already filled with red-robed wizards, all of whom were members of the Wizengamot.

Among the approximately two to three hundred wizards, Sherlock also saw Dumbledore and Moody from more than ten years ago.

At that time, Moody still had two normal eyes and his broken leg was still intact.

Sitting on the iron chair of the trial seat was also a familiar figure.

Igor Karkaroff.

"You were taken out of Azkaban to testify to the Ministry of Magic, and you told us that you had important information to report to us."

A voice sounded abruptly, and Sherlock looked at the owner of the voice. It was Barty Crouch, who didn't seem to have that many wrinkles on his face and was still serving as the Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement.