"Wizards in Romania...the big movement in the Forbidden Forest..."

Sherlock touched his chin, as if thinking about something.

"The combination of these two things, what else do you think?" His eyes looked at Shilk.

Without any hesitation or hesitation, Shilk spit out a word.

"Dragon."

Romania is the most famous in the entire European magic circle, no doubt that this place has the largest fire dragon research base in the world.

In Gryffindor House at Hogwarts, going to Romania to be a brave dragon trainer was the second most desirable occupation after going to the Ministry of Magic to be called an Auror.

So after combining these two obvious clues, Sherlock and Silk had no accident that they thought of the creature like a fire dragon.

Obviously Moody had thought of this before, so he just said that to Harry in the tavern just now.

"The first event of the Triwizard Tournament is very likely to be related to fire dragons. But whether the man in black robe I saw is a Romanian dragon trainer is still up for debate."

Moody, who was limping when he walked, did not accompany Sherlock and Silk on the walk. After finding out some anomalies in his own time and venting to Sherlock, he returned to Hogg alone. Watts Castle.

As this year's temporary castle guard, Moody's main responsibility is to protect Hogwarts Castle. Even during holidays like Hogsmeade Week, he only has half a day to relax at most.

Sherlock and Silk continued to walk on the streets of the town.

"If the first competition event is really going to be a fire dragon, how can they ensure the safety of the students?"

Shilk's tone was calm, but Sherlock could hear her worry.

After all, she has been a professor in this castle for almost three months. It is also clear that protecting the safety of students, no matter the circumstances, is the top priority for schools and teachers.

Sherlock patted her shoulder and comforted.

"The group of dragon trainers are not for dry meals. They will have the ability to control these fire dragons."

In fact, Shilk already regretted it when he first asked this question, but before she could stop Sherlock from speaking, he had already finished all his words.

This can't help but make Shilk frown, as if annoyed by his carelessness.

There may be no problem with the previous words, but after Sherlock said these words, the consequences would be uncertain.

"gone back."

She turned and walked in the direction of Hogwarts Castle.

Sherlock looked inexplicable.

"It's only been less than a morning, so you won't continue shopping?"

Shilk said without looking back.

"Before the first project is over, we'd better all stay in the castle, watch out for the students."

Sherlock could only helplessly follow behind her, secretly muttering in his heart, sure enough, a woman's mood is like the British weather, changing at any time.

Back at Hogwarts Castle, the two of them separated and returned to their offices.

Because this week is the first Hogsmeade week of the semester, basically all students who are eligible to go out have gone out, and only those first- and second-year wizards who are not old enough to participate in Hogsmeade Week are left in the castle. them.

After Sherlock returned to the office, it wasn't that he had nothing to do. Whenever he had time recently, he would try to communicate with Fiddlesticks who was hanging around his neck.

This creature that has lived for centuries naturally has an independent way of thinking.

When they were still in a hostile relationship before, the two parties had a brief conversation. Now that they have signed a magic contract, their communication is naturally more barrier-free.

It's just that this kind of communication is no longer limited to language, but as long as the other party thinks, he can directly understand his meaning in thought, which is more direct and simple than verbal expression.

But now if the relationship between Fiddlesticks and Sherlock can be given a ready-made value, it is definitely a proper negative number.

The straw man, who didn't know that he had been stumped on the contract, didn't want to respond to any of Sherlock's exchanges at all.

Now it just wants to be alone, to relieve the faint sadness of facing another 100 years in prison.

But of course what Sherlock cares about is not what he wants to do, but what I want to do.

He will directly talk to Sherlock and answer Sherlock's question, which is also added to the scope of "work".

And if the work is not done well, the sentence of its imprisonment will be extended, and these are clearly written in the contract.

So, full of sadness, Fiddlesticks could only be forced to work.

"I said, tip, after living for so long, you should know what you are, right?"

"..."

"What? You don't even know what you are?"

"..."

"Anyway, when you were conscious, you were already like this? Tsk tsk tsk, then you are really not an ordinary person!"

"..."

"I'm not insulting you, I'm not scolding you, you have a problem with your own understanding. Also, since you came from Azkaban at the beginning, are the dementors on the island now considered you? son~lightnovelpub.net~grandson or something like that?"

"..."

"Pretend to be silent and play deep, don't you! Be slow to work, be careful I'll give you an extension of your imprisonment!"

"..."

Aside from the parts that Sherlock deliberately made fun of, he could actually ask a lot of valuable things from this multi-creature that has lived longer than Nick Lemay, the living fossil of wizards.

For example, the special time-turner that brought Sherlock and Snape back to the past, if it hadn't gone to the underground headquarters, no one would be able to find such a place in the future.

In this way, he and Fiddlesticks chatted, and Sherlock always asked questions unilaterally, while Fiddlesticks answered very reluctantly and briefly, and an afternoon passed.

When the sky outside was completely dark, Sherlock ended this "friendly" exchange with satisfaction.

At this time, he looked at the time and found that it was ten o'clock in the night before he knew it.

Now let alone dinner in the auditorium, even the curfew in the castle has begun. Sherlock can only go downstairs on an empty stomach, wanting to go to the kitchen to see if there is still something to eat and let him fill it. abdomen.

Those house-elves who saw that he actually came to the kitchen to ask if they had a late-night snack were all terrified.

In the end, Sherlock had met here before, the special house-elf Dobby served him a not-too-late supper.

And just when Sherlock, who was full of food and drink, left the kitchen to prepare to return to his residence, his eyes suddenly fixed on a direction outside the castle.