Chapter 249 The Dean of Hogwarts Beat up the Professor!

Everyone knows that Professor Forrest is very strange today, or...he is in a too good mood.

During the first class in the afternoon, many students met him in the castle. He seemed to have encountered some happy events. Even though he was held by Professor Silk, who was new to the castle this year, he was still excited and wanted to chat with everyone he knew.

"Have a good day!"

"Have a happy life!"

"Have a happy life!"

These are the three most common sentences he said after meeting people. Every student who was blessed by him was confused and just kept thanking him with a blank face.

Just when Silk half-dragged and half-dragged Sherlock to the floor where the infirmary was located.

Snape, who had just finished the third-year potions class and looked like a big black bat, walked towards him at this time with his head held high.

Sherlock, who was shrugging his shoulders and dancing with the arm that was not held by Silk, saw him and his eyes lit up immediately. He began to wave and shout from a distance.

"Hi! Severus! My old friend! We haven't seen each other for a long time!"

Snape heard Sherlock's voice, his face was still cold, and he looked at him with extremely strange eyes.

"What medicine did he take wrong?"

While Silk was hesitating about how to explain Sherlock's current situation, Snape had already revealed a clear expression at this time, with the corners of his mouth raised, and smiled sarcastically.

"It turns out that he drank too much joy potion, what? What are you going to do Sherlock..."

However, before he finished half of his words, Sherlock struggled to move his entire upper body to Snape's side and put his hand on his shoulder.

"Brother! Don't be so cold, I know you are a tsundere, but when you cried in front of me before, I took you to drink to comfort you! Be honest, say what you think in your heart, you are not happy with your words and deeds like this!"

Snape was suddenly embraced by him, and made such an intimate move. After reacting from the initial daze, he began to resist violently.

"You idiot! Who are you talking about crying? Let go!"

But even if he has started to strengthen his physical fitness recently, it is impossible for him to compete with Sherlock's physical fitness in a short period of time, not to mention that he is half a head shorter than Sherlock, and Sherlock controls him tightly with one hand.

"Aha! Are you still shy, old man? There are no outsiders here, and I haven't told anyone else about this." Sherlock, who looked happy, seemed to suddenly think of something, and he suddenly blinked his eyes, "Oh! I think I told Lily that the Snape who cried bitterly in front of her room window back then is actually you now!"

Snape stopped struggling to escape from Sherlock's arms, and instead tried to pinch Sherlock's neck, while his face flushed and roared!

"You bastard!"

"Hey, hey, hey! I'm helping you!"

"I'll strangle you to death!"

"You're repaying kindness with enmity! The old otaku is beating people up! The dean of Slytherin is beating up the professor!"

After a period of chaos, Silk had to work hard to save Snape from Sherlock's hands.

If she had been a little later, Snape would have been strangled to death under Sherlock's arms. Sherlock's condition was getting worse and worse, but even if he had become a pure-blooded idiot, he was no match for Snape in hand-to-hand combat.

"You old shameless man! You're bullying me because you're in a higher position than me, right? I'll complain to Dumbledore when he comes back! You're such a tsundere! Pah!"

Even though he had the upper hand all along, even though he was being dragged forward by Silk, Sherlock didn't forget to turn around and say harsh words to Snape, as if he was the one who was almost strangled to death just now.

Snape also left in a rage. I wonder if he will increase his exercise again after returning after being beaten unilaterally by Sherlock for the third time today.

After trying to pull forward for more than ten meters and turning a corner, Silk finally brought Sherlock to the Hogwarts Hospital.

Madam Pomfrey, the school doctor, frowned when she saw Sherlock's current appearance.

"Why did he become like this again?"

In front of a professional doctor, Silk did not dare to hide the cause of Sherlock's illness.

"Overuse of the Patronus Charm, backfired by positive emotions."

Arriving at the hospital, Sherlock, who had regained his freedom, could finally jump up and down as he wished, singing the shameful school song of Hogwarts loudly.

"Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Hog Hog Hog! Please teach us something, whether we are bald old men or young boys with scars on our knees, we need to put some interesting things in our heads, because now they are empty, full of air, dead flies and trivial things..."

Madam Pomfrey looked at Sherlock's performance in shock.

"How many Patronus Charms did he use? How could it be so serious?"

Silk was also very worried when he saw Sherlock's current state.

"I don't know the exact number, but it should be more than two hundred rounds."

"Two hundred rounds! Are you kidding!" Madam Pomfrey muttered, "You must help me control him, I want to check his condition!"

Silk nodded, and then grabbed Sherlock's hand.

Sherlock, whose hand was grabbed, was still dancing with joy, but he still followed her obediently to the testing room of the school hospital.

Madam Pomfrey studied Sherlock for a long time, her brows tightened and relaxed, and finally put down the wand in her hand and sighed.

"It is true that the Patronus Charm is extremely excessive. This is no longer within the range that normal wizards can bear. Any other wizard would have gone crazy at this time. Sherlock is just overflowing with emotions."

As she said, she looked at Silk with a serious face.

"I don't know what you did and why you used such an excessive amount of Patronus Charm, but his situation is very dangerous. I can see that after he realized that his emotions were not right, he had used a lot of sadness potions to correct them, but he did not suppress his emotions, but instead caused a stronger rebound."

"If this situation becomes the norm, even if his spirit is far superior to that of ordinary people, there will be a day when he can't hold it anymore!"

Silk's face seemed to have no change, but in the sleeves of her robe, her hands were clenched into fists.

"I will keep an eye on him in the future and won't let him use such excessive Patronus Charms again."

Madam Pomfrey shook her head helplessly.

"It's useless for you to watch him. I will remind him again when he recovers. Now he still needs to take a lot of sadness potions. He must suppress this emotion and prevent it from rebounding."