Just a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

Sherlock did not go anywhere else, but waited on the terrace in the yard outside the house.

In addition to worrying about Silk's situation, he was also thinking about Dumbledore.

Judging from the way he left in a hurry at the Ministry of Magic yesterday, Dumbledore obviously had something to do.

Apart from Voldemort's Horcrux, there was nothing else that could interest him so much now.

Sherlock planned to ask Dumbledore about the situation during today's investiture ceremony.

Ever since the last time it seemed that he had beaten Voldemort to the point of escaping in embarrassment, but actually he had narrowly escaped death, Sherlock had become more and more aware of the danger of improving his strength.

Of course, the learning of magic is endless, but if you want to increase your strength quickly and without side effects, the only way is to find Voldemort's Horcrux and fuse your own soul.

Sherlock sat on the terrace and waited like this all morning, and at noon, there was finally movement in the house.

Mrs. Matthew pushed the door open and walked out with Hilke.

The two of them looked the same as when they first entered, and Silk's eyes were still wrapped with the black ribbon.

Sherlock's heart sank and he stepped forward to greet him.

Before he could ask about the situation, Mrs. Matthew waved her hand tiredly.

"You don't have to make such a long face. I have helped to remove the [time flakes] from this girl's eyes. However, her eyes are still affected to some extent and are not suitable for direct vision for the time being, so I have to continue to remove them." Blindfolded for a while.”

Sherlock's worried heart suddenly relaxed. He looked at Hilke. Hilke seemed to have lost the ability to see the surrounding scenery clearly even when he was blindfolded. He was led out by Mrs. Matthew. .

He took Silk's hand and asked softly.

"how do you feel?"

"It's nothing, but I don't think I can go to the ceremony with you later." Hilke's voice was brisk with some regret.

Sherlock laughed instead.

"What's so interesting about the ceremony that the Ministry of Magic used to put gold on my face? If you want to see it, I will put the medal on the wall of the living room when you get back. You can look at it every day after you open your eyes."

Mrs. Matthew, who was watching the two young men talking and felt her mouth getting tired, started tapping her cane.

"Don't stay at my house after the things are done! Do you still want me to keep you here for lunch?"

Sherlock had a very low profile towards this old witch who had an eccentric temper but had been helping them from beginning to end.

"Thank you very much for your help, Mrs. Matthew. If you need me in the future, you can come to me at any time, so we won't bother you today."

Just as he was leading Hilke to leave, Mrs. Matthew suddenly stopped him again.

"This thing was taken out of the girl's eyes. You take what you brought."

She threw over a transparent potion bottle, but there was no potion in the bottle, but little golden "gravels" floating in it.

Sherlock took the bottle into his hand steadily. He looked at the [Time Scraps] that had been hidden in Silk's eyes before and asked with some confusion.

"Is there any use for this thing?"

"You can pour it on the object you want to know about. It allows you to see the history of that object from its construction to the present. When using it, don't pour it all at once, use a third at a time. The amount is enough and can be used three times in total.”

Sherlock stared at the bottle of [Time Chips], and he understood from Mrs. Matthew's words that the effect of this thing was actually a simplified version of Hilke's eyes before.

It has become a consumable item. Although it can only be used three times, it can still be very useful at certain times.

Then Sherlock sent Silk home first, had lunch with her at home, and then used Apparition to arrive at today's Merlin Order of Merlin investiture ceremony.

For the entire wizarding world, it is a big event that Sherlock has received the first-class medal of the Order of Merlin.

Because this medal is proof that Voldemort is not invincible. As long as Sherlock lives one day, everyone will still remember the scene when he stabbed the knife into Voldemort's chest.

Only by Voldemort himself killing him later can he restore his damaged reputation.

The place where the awarding ceremony will be held will naturally not be at the Ministry of Magic, but in a huge banquet hall, hidden in downtown London. At this time Zhang Si

This is not only the permanent residence of Sir Merlin, but also the venue for every medal awarding ceremony. Whenever a new wizard receives a medal, the vast majority of medal holders will come to attend the banquet. strong sacrifice reading sacrifice

Among these people are senior officials from the Ministry of Magic, members of pure-blood families, famous healers from St. Mungo's, famous wizards like Dumbledore, and people who have made significant contributions in various walks of life.

Naturally, many reporters were invited to such a grand event.

In the British wizarding news industry, although the Daily Prophet has always had the most authoritative say, there are also other newspapers and weekly magazines, such as The Quibbler and so on. uuread a book

In fact, Sherlock was already late. He received a urging letter from an owl before he arrived from home.

When he arrived at the banquet, almost everyone else had already arrived.

Even Dumbledore, who looked in a hurry yesterday, was wearing a formal dark green robe and was talking and laughing with a middle-aged witch who looked like a noble lady.

After that, there was a series of procedures. The jazz group read out Sherlock's achievements and awarded him a first-class medal. Finally, he said a few words, and the rest was the banquet.

When Sherlock came down from the high platform with the medal on his chest, several reporters from the magic newspaper swarmed up to him, wanting to interview him and get some exclusive news.

But he got rid of all these people perfunctorily, and then found Dumbledore in a corner of the banquet hall.

When the reporters saw Sherlock and Dumbledore getting together, they no longer chased after them.

Everyone knows very well that as long as nothing happens to Sherlock, he will definitely be the next Dumbledore. However, judging from his current character and temper, he will not be the next Dumbledore.

"For such a young first-class medal recipient, you should have broken the record of being the youngest recipient of Sir Merlin's first-class medal in history." Dumbledore congratulated Sherlock with a smile.

Sherlock shrugged.

"You understand, Professor, I wish I didn't have this eye-catching honor. Are you finished with yesterday's work?"

When it came to business, the smile on Dumbledore's face gradually faded.

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