Just a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

Sherlock hasn't thought about whether or not he can catch the murderer, but he thinks it's very possible to find the old book.

He hasn't forgotten what he found wrong with a certain student before, and now he at least has a target of suspicion.

"Password?"

The portrait of the fat lady in front of Gryffindor yawned and asked Sherlock perfunctorily.

She has been informed that there will be a professor who will search the lounge next, and asking for a password is just a routine matter.

"Dragon Slag."

After reporting the correct password, the portrait of the fat lady opened the entrance of the lounge and let Sherlock in.

When the prefect of each academy introduced the freshmen, he would brag about the lounge of his own academy. No outsiders had come in for hundreds of years.

Sherlock felt that these words were most likely false.

Although the entrances to the lounges of the four academies are guarded in different ways, as long as there are wizards who really want to enter, these simple guards cannot stop them.

Like him now, with Dumbledore's permission, a Ravenclaw graduate walked into Gryffindor's lounge in a grand manner.

Sherlock didn't have a serious voyeuristic desire, and he wasn't interested in knowing what these students were hiding in the dormitory.

After entering here, he went straight to the boys' dormitory, and there would be Professor McGonagall conducting a search in the girls' dormitory.

Even for a restless Gryffindor, the bedroom wasn't too chaotic.

It's not how diligent these little lions are, but how hard-working house-elves help them clean every day.

Searching the bedroom is not too troublesome. Sherlock can summon all the books in the room to him by waving his wand lightly after entering.

After checking that there is no problem, let all the books fly back to their original positions.

But after entering a room that seemed to be the same as other bedrooms, Sherlock's attention suddenly became extremely concentrated.

He saw the signatures on the parchments on the desk.

This is Harry and Ron's bedroom.

However, his focus was not on Harry and the others.

Like the other dormitories, after checking all the books in the dormitory with the Flying Spell, he went to the four-poster bed marked with Neville Longbottom's name, and checked all Neville's items. Check carefully.

As a result, nothing unusual was found.

Sherlock frowned, and he checked everything related to Neville in this bedroom again, and the result was the same.

In the end, Sherlock, who found nothing, could only leave the Gryffindor lounge. After checking the Ravenclaw boys' dormitory, he also found nothing.

At eight o'clock in the evening, the four professors in charge of the search gathered in the corridor in front of the auditorium.

"I didn't find anything here." Professor Sprout, who searched the girls' dormitories of Slytherin and Hufflepuff, shook his head.

Needless to say, from the faces of Professor McGonagall and Snape, Sherlock could tell that they didn't find anything either.

He touched his chin and turned his gaze to the auditorium door.

"Let's take a look at the situation of the students first. The student who was bewitched might have been carrying the book with him."

The professors turned their attention to the door of the auditorium together, and now this is indeed the only possibility.

They entered the auditorium, and Professor Flitwick just happened to cooperate with Filch at this time, and counted all the students in the auditorium.

It was confirmed that except for the three students who were lying in the school hospital at the time of the attack, everyone else was here.

There are five professors gathered in the auditorium now.

Four deans, plus Sherlock, a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts with a special position at Hogwarts.

Students are divided into colleges, and the dean of each college is responsible for checking the students of his own college.

Of course, they did not say that they were searching for old books, but quietly observed each student.

That old book, Sherlock, had been in contact with, and it wasn't very thin. If it was carried around, it would be obvious, especially now that most students were wearing pajamas.

And Sherlock came to Gryffindor's rest area with a clear goal, and found Neville who was sitting on the ground in a daze.

"Mr Longbottom."

Neville heard Sherlock's voice, his body trembled with fright, and he raised his head slightly in a panic.

"Fu, Professor Forrest."

Seeing his reaction, Sherlock confirmed his guess even more.

There must be something wrong with Neville!

After some clues in the headmaster's office, he already felt that it was probably not the Malfoys and his son who made the mark on his left arm react when he was in the bookstore, but the old book.

After coming to Hogwarts, this scorching reaction happened to Neville again.

This had to make Sherlock associate them together.

"Mr Longbottom, can you tell me where you were when Malfoy was attacked?"

Sherlock asked lightly.

However, his eyes did not meet Neville's, but he was looking at the things on Neville's body~www.novelmt.com~ Neville seemed very nervous when he asked him like this, and stammered.

"I, I was working with Seamus and the others in the dormitory, writing potions class homework."

Before Sherlock could ask another question, Seamus, who was beside him, took the initiative to say.

"Yes, Professor, I can testify for Neville!"

It didn't matter where Neville was when Malfoy was attacked, the basilisk didn't necessarily have to be watched by its owner when it attacked, Sherlock asked this just as an excuse to talk to Neville. .

But the result disappointed him again.

Neville had changed into his pajamas at this point, and he had nowhere to hide at all, let alone an old book so obvious.

Sherlock, who had no harvest, didn't continue to ask more questions. He was also worried that he would startle the snake. If the old book was in a hurry, it would just pop up in Hogwarts, and it would be troublesome if it slipped away.

The examination of the students also ended quickly, and the five professors got together again, and none of them found anything.

Professor McGonagall's face was ugly, she turned and left the auditorium.

"I'll go to Albus to see if he has any other way."

Professor Sprout sighed and shook his head.

"I'll let the students sleep."

Professor Flitwick went with her, leaving only Snape and Sherlock standing on the high platform, watching the students below who were instructed by the two professors to get into their sleeping bags and prepare to fall asleep.

"It didn't turn out as you said." Snape said coldly.

Sherlock was also very depressed, he replied coldly.

"If everything is as I think, then I'm not a wizard but a Muggle god."