Just a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

"Blood Cursed Orcs... A curse passed down from generation to generation..."

The dim light illuminated the space in front of Sherlock's desk.

After finishing the second grade class in the morning, he began to prepare the courseware about snakes and black magic creatures next week. Except for another class for the fourth grade students in the afternoon, he stayed in the office for the rest of the time. with information.

Unconsciously, it was getting dark outside. Sherlock stood up from his seat and paced back and forth in the office to move his somewhat stiff body.

He didn't eat dinner, and he wasn't in the mood to eat it.

The current situation at Hogwarts is messy, although it is not caused by his own subjective will.

But the reason why it became such a mess is inseparable from his appearance.

Sherlock is not a self-sacrificing hero, but he still doesn't want to run away from the responsibility he should take.

After crossing into this world, since he replaced the identity of the original owner and became a professor at Hogwarts, while enjoying the convenience brought to him by the original owner, he must also undertake the obligations that the original owner should undertake.

Protecting this school and the children in this school is his duty and responsibility.

Otherwise, to be honest, even because of him, the original normal development of the story line had an accident, which caused Hogwarts to not solve this secret room incident, and finally closed the school.

That instead allowed Sherlock to stay away from this place for granted.

But Sherlock felt that it was too low, and he asked himself that he couldn't afford to lose that person.

The troubles created by oneself cannot be solved by oneself, and in the end they run away, which is simply a coward among cowards.

So Sherlock has always been very concerned about catching the Slytherin descendant, and he almost told Dumbledore all the clues he knew from watching movies in his previous life.

But in this situation, those clues are obviously useless, and things are developing in an increasingly unknown direction.

Sherlock stood quietly in front of the window, looked out at the dark mountains, and muttered to himself.

"It's completely deviated from the original... It's so messy..."

And at the same time, in the Gryffindor common room.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione discussed frowning for a long time here, but they didn't come up with any results.

"Forget it, let's go back to sleep. We'll look for clues after Slytherin's succession, to see who is more suspicious besides Malfoy."

They parted in the common room, and Harry and Ron walked back to their bedroom together.

"Why haven't Neville and Seamus come back?"

Seeing the empty bedroom, Harry asked suspiciously.

Ron knew why.

"After dinner in the afternoon, I saw that they were taken away by Snape. Snape's face was very bad, as if there was something wrong with the potions they made together in the potions class, they were caught and punished. Going to deal with potion materials."

A moment of silence appeared on Harry's face for Neville and the others.

"I hope they can come back alive."

He sat on his bed tiredly, and before he lay down, the corner of his eye suddenly caught a glimpse of his desk, and he didn't know when a dilapidated diary appeared.

Harry sat up from the bed again. He walked to his desk with a confused look, picked up the diary, and asked Ron.

"Is this yours?"

Ron was attracted by his words, turned his head to look, shook his head and said.

"I haven't written a diary," he reminded with a shrug, "I advise you not to open it, there are many curses in the wizarding world that are released through books, like the infamous wizard's thirteen lines. ."

But at the same time he warned, Harry had already opened the diary.

Inside, the old and yellowed pages were blank, with no words.

"This is just an ordinary book, not as scary as you said."

Ron was taking off his sweater, and he was going to take a shower before the curfew.

"Okay, maybe you accidentally took someone else's book while you were in class. There's nothing written on it anyway, and it's estimated that the person who lost it won't look for it again. I'm going to take a bath, I hope to come back Don't be stopped by Filch."

After speaking, he hurriedly left the bedroom, leaving Harry alone in the room.

He sat at the desk and continued to study the blank diary by himself.

Ron's speculation was clearly wrong, as Harry discovered that the faded date of the diary's cover indicated that it was fifty years ago.

And there was not a single word in the diary. On the first page, he could only recognize one name written in indistinct ink: Tom Riddle.

Scrolling back further, there really isn't a single letter appearing.

Finally Harry turned to the back cover and saw the name of a newsagent in Vauxhall Road, London.

"Riddle must be a Muggle," Harry thought to himself, "that's why he bought the diary on Vauxhall Road..."

Harry took the diary and studied it for a long time, but he didn't study it.

Then he yawned ~www.novelmt.com~ and went back to the bed to lie down.

But before Ron, or Neville and the others came back, Harry sat down at the desk again bored.

He took out a bottle of ink and dipped it with a quill, trying to write something on the blank diary.

However, the tip of his pen swiped across the page, leaving a trace of ink, which soon disappeared as if absorbed by a diary!

Harry's eyes widened.

He tried to pick up the ink bottle and drop ink into the diary. The diary was like a dry sponge, absorbing all the ink that fell on it.

Just as Harry was in a daze at this magical scene, a line of black words suddenly appeared on the blank page.

"Hello, you don't need to pour ink anymore, you can write in the diary to communicate with me."

Harry was excited, he felt like he had discovered something remarkable.

He picked up the quill again and wrote in his diary.

"Hello, my name is Harry Potter."

Diary also responded quickly.

"Hello, Harry Potter, my name is Tom Riddle. How did you find my diary?"

The words disappeared quickly too, but only after Harry began to scribble.

"I don't know why, but it appeared on my desk."

"They wanted to throw me away. Fortunately, I recorded my past in a way longer than ink. I always knew that there were always some people who didn't want this diary to be read."

Harry was even more excited, he vaguely felt that Riddle in this diary must know about the secret room!

"What do you mean?"

He scribbled so hard that he pierced the paper.