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After the first Defense Against the Dark Arts class in fourth grade, every student who finished the class felt heavy.

They walked out of the classroom with heavy hearts, watching the other little wizards laughing and laughing in the castle corridor, and a feeling of being separated from the world was born in their hearts.

Sherlock didn't tell them any big truths after that, but it was simple enough to tell them that this was just one of the countless memories of the former Auror who was now serving as the castle guard at Hogwarts.

There are also some more unbearable memories, which he did not choose.

After assigning the homework, Sherlock reminded them that the following classes were taught in the same way. After watching the Imperius Curse and the Death-Slaying Curse, the get out of class was dismissed.

Harry Ron and Hermione still walked out of the classroom together, but no one of the three wanted to speak first, just looked at each other and walked towards the Gryffindor lounge together.

On the way they also met Neville, who also looked like he was frightened enough, his face was pale, and he walked back alone in silence.

Ron opened his mouth to greet him, and he stammered back with a seemingly normal stammer.

This made Ron whisper to Harry and Hermione in a low voice.

"I thought Neville was going to be frightened enough. I guess he, like those Hufflepuff students, didn't dare to watch the wizard being tortured by the Cruciatus."

Also after class, Sherlock just walked to the door of his office when he saw Shirk standing there waiting for him.

he asked suspiciously.

"I remember you should have another class after that, right? What can you do with me?"

Shilk said with a stern face.

"Fiddlesticks, who was imprisoned in the Department of Mysteries of the German Ministry of Magic, has escaped again."

Sherlock looked surprised.

"Escaped again? Is your old club's defense so slack? It escaped when it said it escaped?"

"Someone used Imperius to control a silent man and helped Fiddlesticks open the cell where he was held. The German Ministry of Magic did not find out who that person was, but my former boss, the director of the Department of Mysteries, wrote a letter. Here, she guesses that Fiddlesticks might come to us."

Sherlock touched his chin, he pushed open the door of his office, and walked in with Shilk.

"It wants revenge? Isn't the purpose of escaping too simple?"

Shirk shook his head with a serious look.

"It was me who was in charge of taking care of it before. I know it better than others. It is a very vengeful thing. If it is capable, the first thing to escape must be without hesitation. Destroy the Department of Mysteries that has held it for hundreds of years, but it obviously does not have this ability now, so if it wants to seek revenge, it will most likely come to us first."

Sherlock twitched the corners of his mouth when he heard what she said.

"Okay, even if it is vengeful, can we really deal with it so well? We caught it before, so some things were a little troublesome, but this time if it came to the door, why would it be sure that it was mine? opponent?"

"I didn't divination." Silk shook his head gently, "but things are definitely not that simple, especially the person who released Fiddlesticks, his purpose is the key, I always feel that person's goal It's actually you."

Sherlock's face was slightly startled, and then he narrowed his eyes, as if thinking of something.

"The target is me... that's really rare. I don't have many enemies in the magic world."

Shilk didn't stay with Sherlock much, and she still had a sixth-grade class to take.

"If it really wants revenge, then its biggest target must be you, and you must be careful recently."

"Don't worry, I have nothing to do at Hogwarts during this time." Sherlock waved his hand with a smile, signaling her to be at ease.

After Shilk left, the expression on his face slowly became dull, his eyes were deep, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

The next few days at Hogwarts were uneventful.

The official start of the Triwizard Tournament will not be until a few days before Halloween in late October, and the students are still enthusiastic about the competition that has not yet started, but the study and life in the castle also continue.

Harry had been visibly noticing lately that George and Fred seemed to be plotting something, and they rarely made a splash in the Gryffindor lounge, they always avoided everyone by facing a piece of parchment. muttered something.

According to Ron's private investigation, the Weasley twins are now concentrating on how to increase their age by a few months, so that students over the age of 17 can only sign up for the Triwizard Tournament.

Harry felt that their chances of success were very low, and if they were allowed to just slip through it, the game would be messed up.

After the first Defence Against the Dark Arts class, Sherlock gave them two more lessons on the Imperius and Death Curse in the same way, and the memories they saw were still in Moody's mind. .

Now the fourth-grade students can't help but straighten their backs when they see Moody in the castle, with a look of awe, which is completely opposite to the attitude of subconsciously wanting to stay away when they see him in the past.

There were even a few more daring ones, and the biggest dream in the future was to enter the Ministry of Magic as an Auror boy who cheekily leaned in front of Moody and asked him about things in the Auror Command.

Moody may appear rude, but he has a warm heart.

One of his most famous deeds is that he persuaded many Aurors who were swaying between the Ministry of Magic and the Death Eaters to turn back (not some persuasion with a wand to the nose, it really depends on one mouth).

Facing the Hogwarts students who came to chat with him, he did not refuse, and he happily pointed out some of their shortcomings in spells.

This makes the new castle keeper ~lightnovelpub.net~ very popular among the students, which is completely opposite to the reputation of another castle keeper Filch among the little wizards.

The first day of October is getting closer and closer to the start of the Triwizard Tournament.

This evening, when Harry and the others came out of the Potions Classroom and were about to return to the lounge, he suddenly stopped at a corner of the underground corridor.

"what is that?"

He looked at an empty classroom that was empty all the year round, and across the window, he always felt that something was staring at him.

Ron and Hermione followed his gaze, but saw nothing, but Harry still didn't give up, he pushed open the door of the empty classroom, and the three walked in together.

It was empty, and there was no one there, except that on the desk in the middle of the classroom there was a withered yellow straw that was blown in by the wind or someone had left behind.

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