Just a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

Harry is in a bad mood right now.

He found that Riddle's diary was missing!

Since the last time he communicated with Riddle, he knew from his memory that the entrance to the back room had been opened once, and that the suspect was Hagrid, Harry had been hiding it in his drawer.

But when he opened the drawer again today, the diary suddenly disappeared.

In the common room, Harry told Ron and Hermione about it.

"Is it possible that Riddle in the diary ran away by himself? After all, you have ignored him for more than two months." Ron speculated.

Harry was speechless.

"It didn't grow legs, how could it escape by itself? I think it might have been stolen by someone."

At this moment, Neville happened to pass in front of them, and Ron asked casually.

"Have you seen the diary in Harry's drawer? Neville."

Neville acted like he was flustered, he stammered.

"No, no."

Then left in a hurry.

Ron touched his chin and looked at Neville's back with a thoughtful look.

"Neville's performance is a little suspicious."

Harry said weakly.

"Don't make trouble, even if you tell me that the diary was taken by a house-elf, I don't believe Neville stole it."

Ron shrugged, he was really joking.

Everyone could steal, but Neville never, because he was too timid.

Hermione was a little absent-minded, she was holding a tome, as if she was looking for something.

Harry and Ron turned to watch her grumble.

"You've been reading that book for three days, what are you reading?"

Hermione closed the book and turned to stare at them.

"Looking at details you'll never notice."

Saying that, she stood up from her seat.

"I'm going to the library to return the book, do you want to come with me?"

Harry and Ron looked at each other, and they both saw the same thought in each other's eyes.

"We're going out for a walk, but we're not going to the library. The Quidditch match is about to start. Wood and the others are waiting for me to do the final practice."

They walked out of the Gryffindor lounge together, then parted in the hallway.

The weather outside today is not bad, it's a good day to play Quidditch.

Harry and Ron walked side by side, still talking about the diary.

"Would you like to tell the professor about this?" Ron asked.

Harry shook his head: "What should we say after telling the professor? It's just an ordinary diary that the professors won't pay attention to, but if we tell everything, what will Hagrid do?"

Even if he was slandered as a Slytherin descendant, Harry didn't want Hagrid to be suspected by others.

They walked down the stairs and suddenly saw two figures standing in the corridor chatting at the corner of the third floor.

It's Professor Sherlock and Flitwick.

Their tall and short stature formed a strong contrast, and Sherlock had to keep his head down when speaking.

Harry grabbed Ron's sleeve, and they hid on the side of the wall, listening to Sherlock's conversation.

"Are you ready for the final exam?" Professor Flitwick had always been concerned about Sherlock's teaching at Hogwarts.

Sherlock has been busy with the secret room these days. Even if he knew who the successor of Slytherin was from Dumbledore, he still didn't know where the diary was.

"I'm almost ready, the actual test is easy to ask questions, I'm now preparing to write the test paper,

Because there are five sets of test papers, it takes some time. "

"This time of the year is always the busiest time, but it's good to finish this period, and the summer vacation will become very leisurely."

Then he said worriedly.

"It's just that the attack has not been resolved, the murderer has not been caught, and I don't know if this year's final exams will go smoothly."

When Harry and Ron heard this, they both had a bad premonition in their hearts.

The two looked at each other in horror, and when they were about to jump out to stop, Sherlock had already spoken.

"It's been so long, there shouldn't be any more attacks." He thought about the conversation he had with Dumbledore in the office yesterday, "The murderer's purpose is not very simple."

After Sherlock finished speaking, he noticed Harry and Ron jumping down the stairs with a distressed expression.

He looked suspiciously at their faces, with strange expressions like swallowing cockroaches,

"What happen to you guys?"

Harry was sobbing, grieving for one of his classmates to be attacked next.

"No, it's okay Professor, we just have a stomachache."

Sherlock looked at Harry, and then at Ron, who had the same pained expression.

"You two have stomach pains together?"

Professor Flitwick analyzed.

"It may be that I ate something unclean at the same time. If the pain is serious, it is better to go to the school hospital to have a look."

"No need for the professor, we just have a little pain, and it will be fine in a while, and there will be a Quidditch match soon, let's go first!"

Harry and Ron fled in a hurry, leaving Professor Flitwick and Sherlock a little confused by their last words.

What do you mean by a little pain?

Harry and the others ran to the end of the corridor before stopping.

Ron tugged at his hair and said desperately.

"It's over, this is really over! Since Professor Forrest has already spoken, there will definitely be people who will be attacked next!"

Harry also paced back and forth nervously.

"The situation is more complicated than before. Malfoy has also been attacked, which means that the people who may be attacked are the students in the entire castle!"

"what should we do?"

Ron was a bit at a loss, but Harry couldn't think of a better way. No matter how smart they were, they were only thirteen years old, and their shallow experience made them wonder what to do next.

Just when Harry was at a loss, a familiar and unpleasant voice suddenly came from the ceiling.

"Kill you...kill you...kill..."

Harry grabbed Ron's arm tightly.

"Did you hear that voice! Ron!"

Ron looked blank. He didn't hear anything.

Harry tried to follow where the sound came from, but the sound disappeared, and he had no idea where it came from.

Harry's face turned extremely ugly.

"It's already started. I hear that voice every time someone is attacked. Professor Forrest's crow's mouth, and that voice appear together, and someone is about to be attacked now!"