Just a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

He dug out a transparent glass bottle from the cabinet on the side and put the silver thread he pulled out of his head into.

"Take it back to Dumbledore." Slughorn seemed to be completely released and threw the bottle to Sherlock.

"Tell him that if he wants to hold me accountable, then write me a letter and stop asking you to come over and do all this. I will go to Hogwarts to see him myself."

Sherlock was a little stunned and took the glass bottle containing the memory from Fat Walrus's hand.

Of course he knew that what Slughorn told him before about not knowing Tom Riddle was all lying to him, but he had already thought about it before coming here.

If Slughorn really didn't want to talk or recall the past events and chose to escape, then he wouldn't force or question him, let alone use any dirty means to steal his memory.

This fat old man met him twice in total, and each time he helped him without asking for anything in return. Sherlock couldn't do anything like that.

There was no hidden meaning in his drunken speech just now, he was just feeling a little emotional.

He usually couldn't say these words to anyone, except Silk, and now Slughorn, an elder.

Perhaps it was the same mentality that touched the fat walrus who wanted to hide in a secret cave, or maybe it was Sherlock's words that changed his original thoughts.

In the end, he chose to hand over this memory and gave it to Sherlock.

Looking at the glass bottle in his hand, Sherlock was stunned for a long time before he raised his head again. He looked at the old man who had sat down again and poured wine into the wine glass, and blinked.

"Professor...have you really figured it out?"

Slughorn waved to him as he picked up his glass.

"I understand what I'm thinking about. It's not like you're stubborn and won't leave. What can I do? Go back as soon as you get the things. Don't let that guy Dumbledore wait. He really thinks I'm the coward."

The way he saw off guests was as if he was afraid that Sherlock would regret it if he left late.

Sherlock looked at him and couldn't help but laugh. He didn't say any more words of thanks, but said it very seriously.

"No, Professor, you have never been a coward, not before, not now, and never will be in the future."

"No matter how nice you say it, that's all for today. I don't have anything else to give you."

Slughorn sounded very disgusted, but his face showed a smile like a walrus patting its belly after eating.

"Let's go, don't disturb my rest. The old man drank a little and couldn't stay up late."

Sherlock did not insist on leaving here anymore. He solemnly bowed goodbye to Slughorn, and then walked out of the room with Silk.

The sky has turned completely dark, there are no stars tonight, and the clouds cover everything, as if it is about to rain.

But Sherlock was not affected by such bad weather. He was in a good mood and put the bottle with Slughorn's memory in his pocket. Silk looked at him with some confusion. move.

"Is this why you came to him?"

The reason why he sent Hilke away before and didn't let her hear about the Horcrux was not because Sherlock didn't trust her and wanted to hide something from her.

Gu Ga

But the fewer people who know about Horcruxes, the better, because not everyone is proficient in Occlumency. Once Voldemort finds out from someone's brain, someone already knows his secret and is working on Horcruxes. Destroying the plan will inevitably cause great changes to Dumbledore and Sherlock's future plans.

However, the Horcrux matter needs to be kept secret for the time being. There are some things that Sherlock will never hide from Silk.

"Yes, this memory is very important. It is related to the key to whether we can defeat Voldemort in the end."

They did not use apparation to leave directly. Hilke did not come out often. The scenery of this small village was not bad, and it was not too late now. Sherlock was in a good mood to take her for a walk here.

"Professor Slughorn is a very good person." Silk, whose intuition has always been accurate, made a conclusion about the character of Fat Walrus.

Sherlock also nodded.

"He is a very good elder."

"His resignation from Hogwarts seemed to be a last resort. In the future, he might be allowed to return to the castle to continue teaching."

"What course did Mr. Slughorn teach before?"

"He is Severus's predecessor, Potions Professor and Head of Slytherin, but his qualifications are much older than Severus. He entered Hogwarts at the same time as Dumbledore, and later He only left school in the 1980s."

"Then what will Severus do if he goes back?"

Silk tilted his head and asked, as if he was worried about Snape's future.

Sherlock thought of something funny, and he said with scheming thoughts.

"Hasn't he always wanted to be a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts? Then I can be merciful and let him be my assistant, and he will usually help me."

"Severus is unlikely to agree." Silk said it euphemistically. It should be impossible for Snape to agree.

Just when Sherlock was about to say that he would not pay back the pile of IOUs he had written if he refused, several obvious sonic booms suddenly reached their ears.

This sound, like a whip lashing the air, is familiar to any wizard. It is the sound of disembodiment.

Sherlock and Silk looked at each other. They both stopped talking and laughing, feeling that something was wrong.

Badley Barberton Village is one of the many ordinary Muggle villages in the UK. There is nothing to attract wizards here. Before they came here, Sherlock's information did not include any wizards here. What is your residence history?

Except for Slughorn, who had just recently moved here.

What do these disapparated wizards do?

Just a boring outing in the middle of the night?

As long as Sherlock has a little bit of brain, he knows that there is basically no such possibility. The greater possibility is that their purpose is also to find Slughorn.

No sound was made. Judging from the sound of the Apparition falling to the ground, these unknown number of wizards were only separated by a wall from them.

The night sky is very dark tonight, and there are very few entertainment activities in the village. At this time, almost no one goes out, making the night very quiet.

This environment allowed Sherlock and Silk to clearly hear the conversations of the wizards.