Chapter 134 Sherlock's Sorrow

Dumbledore pulled out his wand, which was a straight wand with small knots on it and a strange shape.

He pointed the wand at the locket and tapped it gently, as if he had cast a spell.

A faint white light flashed, and the locket remained unchanged.

Dumbledore shook his head and put it back.

"This is a very old object. It seems that the reason it sticks to you is that it regards you as its owner, but its magic power is still in the recovery stage, so there is no way to open it."

"It can repair itself, or in other words, it can be called self-charging. When its magic power recovers to a sufficient degree, it can be opened and removed at that time."

Sherlock looked at the locket with worry.

"So is it harmful to me now?"

"It is definitely harmless before it is restored." Dumbledore said, "But after it becomes a complete magic item, the result is uncertain. I suggest that you don't open it even if you can. Maybe you can ask Silk to go back to the German Ministry of Magic to ask for your help, figure out what this thing is, and then decide how to deal with it."

Dumbledore's suggestion is very pertinent. Before there is no other way, this is the best way to deal with it.

"As long as it doesn't affect me for the time being, it's fine." Sherlock said distressedly, "I have also completed the task you gave me. Silk caught the murderer."

Dumbledore looked at him with praise.

"I will ask the Ministry of Magic for credit for you. The German Ministry of Magic may not be able to give you any public rewards because they want to conceal the matter, but I guess they may privately give you a German Friendly Wizard Medal."

"By the way, what is the use of that thing? I already have one from the French Ministry of Magic."

Dumbledore explained to him.

"Foreign wizards who possess this medal can use the floo network built by their own Ministry of Magic at will without applying, or can apply to use some of the door keys issued by their own country at an appropriate time, as well as some small benefits of settling in their own country."

Sherlock sat up from the table, his eyelids drooping as if he had not woken up.

"That sounds pretty good."

Dumbledore looked at his current state with some concern.

"Can you still go to class?"

Sherlock scratched his head, always feeling a kind of sadness, sorrow, and sadness rising from the bottom of his heart.

"I have a fifth-grade class tonight afternoon, try to go to it, if it doesn't work, I'll have to trouble Lupin to substitute for me."

Dumbledore shook his head gently.

"Lupin has been in a bad state recently, you can go to the class this afternoon first, if you can't continue, take a week off temporarily."

"Okay, professor, then I'll leave first."

Sherlock hunched his waist and left the principal's office listlessly.

Back in his office, Sherlock held the locket that stuck to him and studied it for a long time in the sunlight outside the window, muttering to himself.

"It looks pretty good, so I'll take it with me."

He didn't go to the auditorium for lunch at noon, but took a nap on his desk to recover some energy, then looked at the time, packed up the things he needed for class, and walked to the fifth-year Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.

The students were basically all there before the bell rang, and Sherlock's condition attracted everyone's attention as soon as he walked into the classroom.

"Professor, are you sick?"

George, one of the Weasley twins, asked in confusion.

Sherlock walked to the podium, found an extra chair, used Transfiguration to turn it into a high-legged chair, and then sat on it, resting his elbow on the podium to support his chin.

"Don't worry, it's not that I'm sick, it's just that I have a little problem with my mood. We can start the class now. Everyone, take out the test papers that I handed out to you last time after marking them."

The students looked at each other below. Some of them were worried about Sherlock's current state, while others felt that Sherlock in this state was very interesting.

"You didn't do a very good job in the last test. There are many types of questions that I have taught in class, but I just changed the way you asked them and you didn't know how to do them. This is not good, and it makes me very unhappy when marking the test papers."

"Also, I have emphasized many times on the essay question about how to correctly view the three unforgivable curses. You can express your own ideas, but while expressing your ideas, you must not forget to focus on the core of the problem solving, which is the erosion of the wizard's psychology by the unforgivable curses."

"This is the focus of this question. As a result, many Slytherin students actually wrote that there is no right or wrong in power, and the Ministry of Magic's prohibition of wizards from using the unforgivable curses is a wrong decree."

"Let's not talk about whether your thoughts will make you a dark wizard. Just writing such a rebellious idea directly in the title proves that you are very stupid. This makes me very worried that the next time I see you in the future, it will be in Azkaban prison."

The Gryffindors below burst into laughter.

They have always been at odds with Slytherin, so they are naturally laughing the happiest now.

Sherlock rolled his eyes at them weakly.

"Are there no idiots in Gryffindor? What are you laughing at? I won't say who it is, but how did many of you answer this question? Brave wizards should face the Unforgivable Curses bravely. Real men will never fear the pain of the Cruciatus Curse. The Imperius Curse is useless to real men. After being hit by the Killing Curse for eighteen years, at most you are still a hero again."

"What kind of reckless thinking are these? They are really ignorant and fearless. At least I can see those Slytherin students when I go to Azkaban. What about you? Are you waiting for me to chat with you in front of the tombstone?"

Now it was the turn of the Slytherin students to laugh sarcastically.

"It's really worse than the previous one. You are really the worst class of students I have ever taught. This makes me really worried about your final grade exams this semester. If you don't do well in the exams, and your seniors in the previous class have excellent grades, how will you find a job in the wizarding world after graduation?"

Sherlock sighed with melancholy.

Hearing his words, a Gryffindor girl said weakly.

"But professor, including us, you have only taught two fifth-year students?"

"You are the worst class in two years."

The students below not only did not feel ashamed of this, but found it more interesting, and Fred asked loudly.

"Are you trying to motivate us? Professor, or will you say the same to the next fifth-year students?"

"Stop talking nonsense here, spread out your test papers quickly, we are going to start explaining the questions."

When it was time to start studying, the students' attitudes became solemn. When they were in the fifth grade, they also knew that the last three years at Hogwarts would be the days they should strive for the most.

Sherlock read out the title of the first question on the test paper.

"How to fight back or escape reasonably when facing the pursuit of werewolves."

"I have told you the core of the argument that is easiest to score for this question. The Ministry of Magic's policy on werewolves has always been extremely friendly in propaganda, but very direct in actual action."

"You can add some of your own ideas when solving the problem, but you also need to come up with something practical. In the class on werewolves, we talked about that the best way to face werewolves is to Apparate and escape directly. Don't try to cast a spell on them. Their resistance to spells can even be comparable to that of giants, and ordinary spells will not have any effect on them."

"So when you have the ability to use Apparate, you should use it as soon as possible. If you don't have the conditions or don't know how to do it, then... then..."

When he got to this point, a strong sense of sadness suddenly surged into Sherlock's heart.

It made him feel that everything in the world is gray and white, and people will always die. Dying early can actually lead to early reincarnation.

So he continued in dejection

"Then just lie on the ground and wait for death."

All the students below looked up from the test paper in shock at Sherlock.

"Are you, are you okay, professor?"

"Are you serious? Professor, this is the correct solution to this problem!"

Sherlock patted his face, trying to cheer himself up, but it didn't work.

He looked at the ceiling of the classroom absent-mindedly and said sadly.

"Sorry, everyone, you should study on your own this class. It seems that I need to take a good rest for a week. Or I will go to Lupin to see if he has time to help me take a few classes."

The sadness potion has seriously affected Sherlock's mood. The class must not continue, otherwise he will say something depressing later. He himself does not know.

Sherlock asked the fifth-grade students to study on their own in the classroom first, and then went to Lupin's office sadly to ask him if he had time to take a few classes for him.

As a result, he found Lupin, who was also going out.

"I'm sorry Sherlock, I've been busy lately, and I just wanted to ask you for help. See if you have time."

Lupin's face was obviously pale, not like a normal person.

The two brothers met each other in distress.

Sherlock said distressedly.

"That's really unfortunate, we can't even attend the defense class this week."

Lupin sighed.

"Why don't we ask Snape to help? He should be happy to help with a few defense classes."

"Snape? Are you sure he's really happy to do it?"

"If you ask him to help with other things, he will definitely refuse, but if it's a defense class, he should agree readily."