Just a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

"Since Dumbledore and I discovered that this student named Tom was making Horcruxes, we have been looking for his other works." Sherlock spoke in a calm voice, just like Slughorn told them a story in the afternoon. There was no interrogation or pressure. He just spoke in such a plain voice. "Three years have passed now, and we have also gained a lot. By understanding the past of this student named Tom, we have found several other Horcruxes." "But we don't know how many Horcruxes he has made, and where he got the knowledge to make Horcruxes. After all, he was just an orphan with no power in Hogwarts at the beginning, and there was no channel to get access to this knowledge." His voice suddenly paused here. Slughorn had always avoided Sherlock's gaze, and he couldn't see his face until now. After a few seconds of silence, Sherlock continued to ask the last question. "So, I came here, in addition to wanting to chat with you, professor, and Dumbledore asked me to come here to ask you, do you know this student named Tom Riddle?"

After Sherlock asked this question, Slughorn finally raised his head.

His face was very pale, and he looked at Sherlock with trembling lips.

Sherlock looked at him with a calm look, without putting any pressure on him or forcing him, as if it was a sparse and ordinary inquiry.

After a long time, Slughorn stammered.

"I, I don't know this person. Tom, I have never heard of this name."

When he answered, he was obviously avoiding Sherlock's eyes.

But after listening to his answer, Sherlock seemed to have no doubts, and just nodded calmly.

"I believe you, Professor. I will tell Dumbledore the truth." Slughorn was relieved, as if the heavens were helping him out. Silk also bought wine and food from outside and filled the table. Sherlock poured half a glass of whiskey for Slughorn. During the meal, he never mentioned what they had just talked about, but thanked him. "Thank you for your help, Professor, the last two times. If it weren't for you, I might be lying in a coffin now, instead of sitting here drinking coal-dyed beer! Slughorn was a little confused. "The first two times?" Sherlock explained to him how Silk used his bottle of Felix Felicis to find him in the last event of the Triwizard Tournament, and finally let Dumbledore arrive in time with the Aurors. Slughorn sighed. "You shouldn't thank me, but Vera. My bottle of Felix Felicis only provided some auxiliary effects. " Sherlock turned and looked at Sherlock and smiled. Under the table, he naturally held her somewhat cold hand. "Of course I have to thank her." Sirak also looked at him and smiled, and the smile was very gentle. Slughorn seemed to want to ease his emotions and drank more wine. When he talked about Silk, he asked about the things they had not finished talking about in the afternoon. "Vera said before that her father was an Auror in the Ministry of Magic? What's his name? Maybe he was once my student." Silk did not hide it. "Eddie Butler, he was indeed your student, but more than ten years ago, he died in a battle with the Death Eaters. "

Slughorn fell silent.

When he first heard Eddie's name, he wanted to say that he had some impression of this student, but when Silk said the rest, he couldn't speak.

Sherlock refilled his glass with another glass of wine.

"Her father died at the hands of Bella. I have also found out what happened to my mother back then. It was Bella who drove her crazy in the end. You should have heard about her successful escape from Azkaban not long ago. I think this is a good thing. If she had been imprisoned on that island, it would have been difficult for Vera and I to seek revenge. Now that she has escaped, it has given me a chance. "

He seemed to have drunk too much, and he talked to Slughorn about what he had been holding back.

"And the mysterious man, I know you are afraid that I will say that name, but I am not afraid. No matter how strong he is, he is still a human being. All human beings can be killed. I stabbed him before but failed to kill him, and he escaped. But this is a good thing. It would be too easy for him to die so easily. "

"How many people did he kill? How many people died indirectly at his hands? Of course, I am not a person with a strong sense of social responsibility for the wizarding world, but I know that my mother's death is related to him, and my friend's death is also related to him, so he deserves to die."

Slughorn listened to Sherlock's narration, and kept raising his glass in his hand, drinking the whiskey in the glass silently.

He was silent, but his eyes were obviously struggling with something.

Sherlock's words, which seemed to be confiding and talking to himself, continued.

"To be honest, Professor, I may have been interested in the position of Professor of Defense at Hogwarts before, but after actually teaching in this position for a year, I actually no longer want to stay here. uuRead but I never chose to leave, even though I knew very well what you said to me at the beginning was right. This is not the safest place in the magical world at all. It can even be said that there is no other place more dangerous than it. "

"But I never chose to leave, not because I like teaching so much, nor because I can't bear to leave those students. Do you know why? Professor."

Slughorn spoke with a hoarse voice.

"Why?"

"I'm afraid." Sherlock said, covering his forehead. "I'm afraid that my presence will cause problems. Just because the more I know, the more I understand how much impact I have on this school. The impact seems to be good now, but in fact, only I know best. Whether it is good or bad cannot be seen by just looking at the surface. "

"I have to stay here and try to do everything I can to make everything better and better than before, so that I can feel at ease with myself, with this castle, and with those children."

Slughorn gritted his teeth without knowing when.

After Sherlock finished speaking, he seemed to have made some important decision. He took out his wand, pointed it at his temple, and pulled out a silver thread representing memory from his mind!

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