Just a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

Harry followed George and Fred into an empty classroom next door.

"Why didn't you go to Hogsmeade?" Harry asked strangely.

George and Fred looked at each other and said with a mysterious smile.

"Because we're going to give you an early Christmas present, Harry, and we'll leave when we're done."

As they spoke, Fred took out a tattered parchment from his pocket—the Marauder’s Map.

Then they taught Harry how to use it. Harry looked at the map that recorded all the routes of Hogwarts, and at the same time he could see all the movements of the people in the castle, and he was stunned.

George is still teaching him the taboos of using this map.

"Remember, no teacher can see the existence of this map except Professor Forrest."

Harry came back to his senses when he heard his words, and he asked suspiciously.

"Why let Professor Forrest know?"

"Because the professor knew about the existence of this Marauder's Map last year," Fred said with a shrug.

George took his words: "Yes, it was the first day of school, and when we had just finished teasing Filch, who was going to wait and catch us, and slipped out of the Gryffindor lounge while opening the Marauder's map, Just saw Professor Forrest staring at us right in front of the door."

Fred shuddered a little when he recalled that terrifying picture now.

"We were horrified when we saw the professor, and even forgot to hide the map, and then the professor took the map away."

"However, Professor Forrest gave us a chance at that time, and he promised that as long as we behaved honestly, he would return the map to us."

"Yes, that time was almost the most well-behaved day for me and George at school." Fred said with emotion, "If my mother saw her, she would definitely be very happy and feel that we have changed for the better."

"Although the professor extended some time later, at the end of the semester, he still returned the map to us."

"It's just that before he returned the map to us, he seemed to have used some magic on it and removed his name."

Hearing them say this, Harry realized that there was really no Sherlock's name on the Marauder's map.

George patted him on the shoulder.

"It's just missing Professor Forrest's name. It's still very useful. We don't need it anymore, so we decided to give it to you!"

The two of them handed the Marauder's Map to Harry, and they said goodbye to him before heading to Hogsmeade through the gate.

Harry looked at the Marauder's Map in his hand, and his eyes gradually lit up!

Although Sherlock has experienced a lot of preaching, Harry's restless heart will not be changed so easily.

He has always been envious that others can go to Hogsmeade village to relax for the weekend, but he can only stay in the castle alone.

And now his chance to escape from here is finally coming.

The Marauder's map recorded all the secret passages from Hogwarts to Hogsmeade, and Harry could easily leave.

Where he is now, there is an entrance to the secret passage behind the hunchbacked old witch.

With excitement and a little guilt in his heart, Harry walked into the secret passage.

But this trip to Hogsmeade was not as pleasant as he imagined.

Just as Harry was heading to Hogsmeade through the secret passage, Sherlock was knocking gently on the door of Snape's office.

After the gloomy voice inside said "come in", Sherlock pushed the door and walked in.

Even when Christmas was approaching, Snape was not idle. In front of him was a cauldron that was burning on the fire. The potion in the pot was steaming hot.

After seeing that it was Sherlock, Snape's face was a little surprised, and there was a mysterious smile on the corner of his mouth.

"What did you come to do with me?"

Sherlock didn't care what mood Snape was in right now, he took out a list from his pocket and put it on the desk.

"I need these materials, and of course I won't take them for nothing. I'll give you how much you normally pay."

Snape took the materials sheet from the desk.

Sherlock didn't make any cover up about the potion ingredients. With Snape's eyesight, he naturally could see what kind of potion Sherlock was going to mix with these ingredients alone.

"Billywig's sting, the secretions of fenugreek, the drool grass picked on the full moon... Do you want to prepare a grief potion?"

Sherlock was noncommittal.

"So do you have these materials here?"

Snape looked at him proudly, his eyes were still empty and cold, and the hair that fell down looked like it had been brushed with oil, and it looked like it had not been taken care of for a long time.

"Ah, is that really true? Forrest, you begged me. You want three such documents. As a colleague working in the school, how about I only charge you fifty Galleons?"

Sherlock looked at him contemptuously.

"You are so dark."

"Do you want it?"

Sherlock took out the purse from his pocket and put it on the table.

"There are thirty Galleons here, and I'll give you the remaining twenty next time."

These materials are not worth the money at all, but some of them are hard to buy in the magic world, not because of scarcity, but it is not yet the season for such materials to be used, and it is estimated that there are only magicians like Snape. Medicine Master here, will have spares in every season.

So even if he charged more than the normal market price, as long as it wasn't too much, Sherlock would have pinched his nose.

Snape brought Sherlock three ingredients for the Potion of Sadness from his potion inventory. Just as he took the ingredients and was about to leave, Snape suddenly stopped him.

"Don't you want to know what potion I'm making?"

Snape's words that seduce others to follow him and continue to ask questions are really rare.

Sherlock stopped. He looked back carefully at the boiling potion in the cauldron. After thinking for a moment, he knew what Snape was trying to do.

The corner of his mouth curved slightly, so he didn't leave in a hurry, and sat directly on a chair in Snape's office.

"Oh, I'm sorry I don't have as much research on potions as Master Snape, but maybe I have some understanding."

Sherlock pretended to look at the pot of potion.

"If I'm not mistaken, this should be a pot of wolf poison, right?"

Snape's tone could be vaguely impatient.

"That's right, the effect of this potion is very uncommon."

"It's not common." Sherlock nodded. "Although it can't completely cure the werewolf, it is enough to be called the savior of the werewolf."

Snape's impatience seemed to have made no secret of it.

"Yeah, the savior of werewolves, if all the people in the castle are normal people, then why should I make this potion?"

Sherlock shrugged.

"how could I know."

The anticipation on Snape's face suddenly froze, his face gloomy.

"You can't use your brain to think about it!"

If this had not been done before, Sherlock would have pointed to his face and sneered hard: he was in a hurry, he was in a hurry.

But it's in Snape's office now. If he really said that, the headline of the Daily Prophet tomorrow would probably be - The Tragedy of Magic Education, The Truth About the Fight Between Two Hogwarts Professors.

"I'm very busy every day, but I don't have the time to think about it. Why don't you tell me the answer directly, Snape, and tell me why you boiled this pot of wolf poison." Sherlock said slowly.

Snape looked coldly at the pretentious Sherlock. Of course he was not a fool, so he naturally saw the problem.

"You actually already guessed it?"

Sherlock saw that he found out, and stopped pretending to be with him.

"Thanks to your reminder, I tried my best to teach so much about werewolves in the substitute class."

Snape stared at him.

"Since you know, why don't you expose his true colors! Don't you think that having a werewolf in Hogwarts is a hidden danger to students!"

Sherlock sneered.

"You know it earlier than I do? Why don't you go publicize it yourself, and let me be this early bird?"

Snape seemed to be gnashing his teeth, but his expression made it impossible to see how resentful he was.

"I promised Dumbledore that I would hide this from anyone."

"You've broken your promise. Even if it's just a side-by-side reminder, it's a reminder and made me an insider."

Sherlock suddenly looked at him curiously.

"By the way, what kind of hatred do you have with Lupin? He looks like a nice guy, why do you hate him so much that you want to reveal his identity and get kicked out of Hogwarts. Jealous of the defense professor position? No? Ah, he's just a teaching assistant, you should be jealous of me if you want to be jealous."

In the office, the boiling potion was steaming hot. Snape stood under the dim light, his hands tightly clenched into fists.

"Nice guy? Is this what you think of him?"

He didn't drive Sherlock out of here in a rage, or let him get out coldly.

"You know what he almost did? He turned into a werewolf, and his friends lured me over there and locked me in the same room as the transforming him! One of them, if not at the last minute I'm scared, I'm afraid that they will drop me out of school because of my death, then there will be no Severus Snape standing in front of you now!"

Snape stared at Sherlock, his words were not without much excitement and anger, but the hatred mixed in them could be heard by anyone.

Sherlock was stunned by what he said. He really didn't expect Snape to have such a big hatred with Lupin.

He used to think it was Snape who had a small stomach, but he has always held grudges for trivial things during his student days.

Judging from what he said, it was not without reason that he hated Lupin to such an extent.

Sherlock sighed, no longer in the mood to tease Snape.

"Even if he almost killed you back then, it wasn't his own intention. After he became a werewolf, he lost consciousness. If he hates you, he should hate the group of people who tricked you into it."

Snape said coldly.

"What's the difference between them? Just because he was unconscious and almost killed me, I can't hold him back? Can you be so generous?"

Sherlock was speechless.

He originally wanted to reconcile the conflict between Snape and Lupin, but now it seems that this is simply irreconcilable.

What happened to them back then was definitely not as simple as Snape himself said, and with such a complicated relationship, Sherlock was no longer in the mood to argue with Snape about who was right and who was wrong. He took the potion materials and left. here.

Just when Sherlock walked all the way to the door of his office, he found a familiar figure standing in front of the door.

The black robe covered his whole body, and the wide hood covered most of his face, and the exposed lower half of his face looked extraordinarily fair.

Sherlock said with a look of surprise after seeing Shilk standing in front of the door waiting.

"I thought you lied to me before and wouldn't come back, but you really didn't leave me here?"

Shilk didn't care about Sherlock's pompous words, she said coldly.

"I got some useful news, but it's only useful."

Sherlock pushed open the door of his office and walked in together with Silk.

He sat on a chair and pulled out the locket from under his robe.

"So what exactly is this thing?"

Shilk gently told him the harvest of his trip back. UU reading www. uukanshu.com

"The ministry gave me an appointment with an old goblin who lived from the goblin rebellion to the present. He told me that at the time when the situation was the most difficult, the goblins once thought about losing the war."

"They discussed together and gathered some of the best goblin craftsmen at the time according to the situation, created an alchemy product that could reverse the situation after a failure, and hid it in the deepest underground secret command. "

"But I don't know why. After the goblins were defeated, they didn't activate this alchemy item. The goblin I talked to was not the leader of the goblins at that time. He just heard of such a thing."

"It is widely rumored that it represents the highest alchemy skill in the past thousand years, but what does this thing look like and what role does it have? The goblins who know this information are already dead."

Sherlock looked at the unremarkable locket, but did not expect it to be the highest symbol of the level of alchemy ever.

After listening to the information about this locket that Shilk found, he couldn't help but wonder a question.

"Since this is an alchemy item created by the goblin to reverse the war situation, how did the straw man know about it? What did he want to do when he found it?"

Silk shook his head.

"I don't know, but this is what the ministry is currently researching. They are trying to ask Fiddlesticks for something."