Latest website: Dumbledore took out his wand, which was a straight wand with small knots on it, an oddly shaped wand.

He tapped the locket with his wand, as if using a spell.

A slight white light flashed, and the locket remained unchanged.

Dumbledore shook his head and put it back.

"This is a very old object. The reason why it sticks to you seems to be that it regards you as its owner, but its magic power is still in the recovery stage, so there is no way to open it."

"It's self-healing, or, in other words, self-energizing. Once its magic is restored enough, it can be opened and taken off at that point."

Sherlock looked at the locket sadly.

"So is it any harm to me now?"

"It's definitely harmless until it's restored," said Dumbledore, "but after it's a complete magic item, it's a bit of a mystery. I suggest you don't open it even if you can, maybe You can ask Schilke to go back to the German Ministry of Magic and ask you about it, figure out what this thing is, and decide what to do with it."

Dumbledore's proposal is very pertinent, and this is the best way to deal with it until there is no other way.

"As long as it doesn't have any effect on me for the time being, it's fine." Sherlock said bitterly, "I have completed the task you gave me, and Shilk caught the murderer."

Dumbledore looked at him admiringly.

"I will ask the Ministry of Magic for your credit. The German Ministry of Magic may not be able to give you any public rewards because they want to hide things, but I guess they may give you a German Friendship Wizard Medal in private."

"What's the use of that thing anyway? I already have a French Ministry of Magic on me."

Dumbledore explained to him.

"Foreign wizards who own this medal can freely use the Floo network built by the Ministry of Magic of their own country without applying, or they can apply for some port keys sent abroad at an appropriate time, as well as some small benefits for settlement in the country. "

Sherlock sat up from the table, his eyelids drooping as if he hadn't woken up.

"That sounds pretty good."

Dumbledore looked at his current state with some concern.

"Can you still go to class?"

Sherlock scratched his head, always feeling a kind of sadness, sadness, and sadness coming up from the bottom of his heart.

"I have a fifth-grade class this afternoon. Let's try the last one. If it doesn't work, I'll ask Lupin to help me."

Dumbledore shook his head slightly.

"Lupin has been in a bad state recently. You should take the class this afternoon first. If there is no way to continue, take a short break for a week."

"Okay, professor, then I'll go first."

Sherlock left the principal's office hunched over listlessly.

Back in his office, Sherlock held the locket that was stuck to him, studied for a long time in the sunlight outside the window, and muttered to himself.

"It looks pretty good, just take it with you."

He didn't go to the auditorium to eat at noon, but lay on his desk and slept for a while to regain some energy, then checked the time, packed up the things he needed for class, and walked to the fifth-grade Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.

The students were basically all there before the class bell rang. Sherlock just walked into the classroom when his state caught everyone's attention.

"Professor, are you sick?"

George, one of the Weasley twins, asked suspiciously.

Sherlock walked to the podium, found an extra seat and transformed it into a high-leg chair with Transfiguration, then sat up, resting his elbows on the podium to support his chin.

"Don't worry, it's not that you're sick, it's just a little emotional problem. We can start the class now. Everyone, take out the test paper I sent you after marking it last time."

The students looked at each other below. Some of them were worried about Sherlock's current state, while others felt that Sherlock in this state was very interesting.

"You didn't finish the test paper very well last time. There are many types of questions that I talked about in class. You just changed the question-setting method for you, so you won't do it. This is very bad. It made me very unhappy.”

"There is also a discussion on how to correctly view the three unforgivable curses. I have emphasized many times. You can express your thoughts, but while expressing your thoughts, you must not forget to solve the core of the problem to the unforgivable. The erosion of the spell on the wizard's psychology depends on it."

"That's the point of this question to examine you. It turns out that there are many Slytherin students who write about powers that are not right or wrong. The Ministry of Magic's ban on wizards from using the Unforgivable Curse is a wrong decree."

"I won't say whether you have the tendency to become a dark wizard with this kind of thinking. Just writing this kind of rebellious idea directly on the topic proves that you have no brains, which makes me very worried about seeing you again in the future. At that time, it was in Azkaban's prison."

There was a roar of laughter from the Gryffindors below.

They had always been against Slytherin, and now they were naturally laughing the most.

Sherlock rolled his eyes weakly at them.

"Is there no idiots in Gryffindor? What are you laughing at? I won't say who it is, but how do many of you answer this question? Brave wizards should be brave enough to face the Unforgivable Curse A pure man will never be afraid of the pain of the Cruciatus, the Imperius Curse is useless to a real man, and after 18 years of taking a life-suppressing curse, he will be a good man again."

"What kind of rude thoughts are these? It's really fearless for those who don't know. At least I can see those students of Slytherin when I go to Azkaban. How about you? Waiting for me to chat with you in front of the tombstone?"

Now it was the Slytherin's turn to laugh sarcastically.

"It's really not as good as the first class. You are the worst class of students I have ever brought. This makes me really worried about your final grade test this semester. The seniors and seniors have excellent grades, how are you going to find a job in the magic world after graduation?"

Sherlock sighed sadly.

Hearing his words, a Gryffindor girl said weakly.

"But professor, including us, you have brought two fifth-grade students in total?"

"You've only been with two sessions and you're the worst session."

The students below are not only not ashamed of this, but even more interesting, Fried asked loudly.

"Are you trying to motivate us? Professor, or would you say the same to the next fifth graders?"

"Don't be rude to me here, quickly spread out your test papers, we're going to start talking about the topic."

When it was time to start studying, the attitude of the students became more solemn. By the fifth grade, they also knew that the last three years at Hogwarts were the days when they should strive the most.

Sherlock read the first question on the test paper.

"How to make a reasonable counterattack or escape in the face of the werewolf's pursuit."

"I've spoken to you about the most easily-scoring core of this question, the Ministry of Magic's policy towards werewolves has always been extremely friendly in propaganda, but very direct in action."

"You can add your own ideas when solving the problem, but you also need to bring some practical things. In the class explaining werewolves, we said that the best way to face werewolves is to directly phantom shift. Run away, don't try to cast a spell on him, their resistance to spells is even comparable to that of giants, and ordinary spells won't have any effect on them."

"So when you have the ability to use Apparition, you should use Apparition as soon as possible. If there is no condition or not, then...then..."

When talking about this, suddenly a strong sadness flooded into Sherlock's heart.

It made him feel that everything in the world is gray and white, that people will always die, and that early death can lead to early life.

So he declined and went on to say

"Then lie on the ground and wait to die."

Immediately, the students below looked up from the exam papers in shock and looked at Sherlock.

"You, are you all right Professor?"

"Are you serious? Professor, this is the correct solution to this problem!"

Sherlock patted his face, trying to lift his spirits, but it didn't work.

He looked at the ceiling of the classroom absently and said sadly.

"Sorry, everyone, let's go to self-study first in this session. It seems that I'm going to take a good rest for a week. Or I'm going to find Lupin to see if he has time to help me take a few days of class."

The grief potion has seriously affected Sherlock's mood, and the class must not continue, otherwise he will not know what depressing words will be said later.

Sherlock let the fifth-graders study in the classroom first, then went to Lupin's office sadly and asked him if he had time to help him with a few lessons.

As a result, he found Lupin~lightnovelpub.net~ who happened to be going out.

"I'm sorry Sherlock. I have something to do recently. I just want to ask you for help and see if you have time."

Lupin's face was obviously pale, not like a normal person.

The two brothers and sisters met.

Sherlock said sadly.

"It's really unfortunate that we can't even attend the defense class this week."

Lupin sighed.

"Why don't Snape do me a favor, he'll be happy to help out with a few defense lessons."

"Snape? Are you sure he'd really like it?"

"If he is asked to help with other things, he will definitely refuse, but if he takes a defense class, he should readily agree."