Just a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

v1 Chapter 252: without me

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Harry and the others only had one Transfiguration class this morning, and after that, there was still more than an hour before lunch.

Before that, they had figured out Sherlock's current state, knowing that he had asked Moody to work on his behalf and asked for leave to stay in his office.

The three of them considered time after class and walked towards Sherlock's office together.

That's right, Hermione had figured out a way to break his curse.

Since there is no way for Sherlock to say the curse on the three of them under normal conditions, then accept positive blessings under abnormal circumstances.

Summarizing their experience of testing Sherlock many times, of course, I remember very clearly that in one state, Sherlock's crow's mouth will completely reverse its form and become a wishing machine that will become what it says!

That's when he doubted whether he was a crow's mouth or not and took the test.

Sherlock in this state will become a true **** who says what will happen!

These are the experimental results that Harry and the others have taken great risks to test.

And now is the time when they can use the results. As long as Sherlock is in a state of doubting himself, he can say his blessings to them, which can offset the previous curse and let Harry and the three future lives return to normal.

Even if you are a little bit greedy, maybe you will get better luck in the future.

Therefore, after the three of them planned everything, they knocked on the door of Sherlock's office without hesitation after the Transfiguration get out of class.

"Who? Come in."

A feeble, completely uninspired voice came from the office.

Harry, Ron and Hermione looked at each other and didn't notice anything too strange. They just thought that the professor might be a little uncomfortable these two days, otherwise it would be impossible for Moody to take the class.

The three of them pushed open the door and walked in together. As soon as they entered, they saw Sherlock lying on the sofa with his arms resting peacefully on his stomach, staring blankly at the ceiling.

Harry asked hesitantly as soon as he entered the door.

"Professor, I heard that you are not feeling well recently?"

Sherlock wasn't even in the mood to even mention looking at them. Although his condition was much better today than yesterday, he was still depressed. He always felt that the whole world was gray, and everyone had no hope. It would be better to die early. .

Hearing Harry's voice, combined with the footsteps that were obviously not a single person, even if he guessed with his toes, he could guess which three people came to the office.

"I feel a little uncomfortable, but it's okay, anyway, I can't die, um~ Even if I die, it doesn't matter. There is no difference between being dead and alive."

His depressing remarks made all three of Harry swallow subconsciously, feeling that Professor Forrest was a little too sad today.

But the plan is ready, and the coming has come, they can only bite the bullet and continue to talk about what they have prepared in advance.

"Uh~ that's such a professor." Hermione still organized the words to speak, "We've been thinking about last semester these days, the crow's mouth experiment we did with you, and I always felt that only three things were not enough to prove it. We must be thinking too much about this, so..."

When she said this, she suddenly couldn't say anything.

I hadn't thought about it when I planned it before, but after she said it on the spot, Hermione always felt that this reason was too lame, and Professor Forrest had to kick them out after hearing it!

Obviously, Harry and Ron now also discovered this matter. They both pursed their white lips and looked desperate, waiting for Sherlock to speak and let them get out.

However, things went beyond their expectations.

Sherlock lying on the sofa was still so melancholy and lazy, he seemed to be struggling to sit up from the sofa, but he gave up the idea after just trying it, and then said in a tone of bewilderment.

"Ah, maybe you are right. I am indeed easy to bring bad luck to the people around me."

When he said this, his tone became inexplicably low, and he didn't know whether he was talking to Harry or the others, or talking to himself.

"Sally's son is dead, Eddie is dead, Amy has been under the control of that unintelligible mother for more than ten years, and now Hogwarts is in danger again, and the students don't know that someone is going to die in the back. …”

Harry, Ron and Hermione were all stunned. They had never thought that Sherlock would say such dejected, self-blaming words.

"Maybe if it wasn't for me, it wouldn't have turned out like this, aha, I'm trying my best to make up for my mistakes, but who knows, this kind of make up is useful?"

He stared at the ceiling, the depression seemed to have spread to the whole room, and the three of them couldn't help being infected by Harry, feeling that their chests were congested, as if they were holding a breath but couldn't let it out.

"Maybe the voices that Fiddlesticks made me hear are not wrong. Those are the future endings of the people I came into contact with. No one will have a good outcome, and no one can live in peace, because I myself am a Crows that only bring disaster."

Harry fell silent, but Hermione and Ron became more and more desperate.

The two of them clearly knew Sherlock's current state, that is, they consciously felt that they were a crow's mouth, and everything he said at the moment would become reality.

Then the last sentence he said, "No one will have good results, no one can live in peace" will become a real reality!

According to their assumptions, Sherlock would never say such a thing, but now he just said it!

And still at this time!

This and the cheerful Professor Forrest they met yesterday, who wished them a happy life, were completely like two people, which made Hermione and Ron feel ashes.

Two layers of curse, directly doubled, their future is really dark, and they can't see the slightest brilliance.

But Harry and the two of them reacted differently. He gritted his teeth and pursed his lips, clenching his fists tightly together, and suddenly said loudly when the whole office was silent.

"Not the professor you think!"

Both Ron and Hermione looked at Harry in surprise, and even Sherlock, who was lying on the sofa without even moving a finger, turned his head to look at him at this time.

Harry looked excited, his body was shaking slightly, his eyes were wide open, and he spoke to Sherlock very seriously.

"I don't know what you said about the people who died because of you! But you are definitely not a crow who can only bring disaster!"