Just a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

"Xia, Xia, Sherlock!"

Hagrid stammered out Sherlock's name. He carefully stepped over the pool of blood on the ground and walked to Sherlock's side.

Sherlock was in a normal mood now. He used a cleaning spell to clean up the splattered blood on his body while casually responding to Hagrid's call.

"You're not wrong, it's me. There's no need to act like you're seeing me for the first time, Hagrid."

Hagrid was really arrogant. His tone soon became smoother, but his voice was still full of disbelief.

"Why did you come to the Forbidden Forest at this time? Did you kill these dragons? What happened here?"

Just when he asked these questions, a hoarse voice came from not far away.

"We also want to know what happened to you? Sherlock."

The owner of the voice was Moody, who was limping in from the outskirts of the Forbidden Forest, accompanied by a gloomy-looking Snape. Leading the way was a small silver raven.

Although Sherlock's patron saint who had stayed in the castle did not call Dumbledore, it still played some role.

"After your Patronus found me, I immediately informed McGonagall. She told me that Dumbledore was not in the castle tonight, and Karkaroff complained to the International about the presence of two warriors in Hogwarts. Magic Federation, Dumbledore has gone back to deal with the responsibilities within the Federation, and McGonagall wants to stay behind to guard the students in the castle, so Snape and I should come over first to check on your situation."

Moody explained to Sherlock why he and Snape came here together.

Then, like everyone else present, they all looked at Sherlock, wanting to hear what he said about what happened here.

"I saw the man in black robe that you noticed before." Sherlock said calmly.

The expression on Moody's face suddenly froze.

Sherlock looked at Charlie at this time. He had met Charlie during the Quidditch World Cup during the summer vacation before the start of this semester. They were not strangers to each other.

"Charlie, just before these fire dragons flew over, did any of your dragon trainers notice that anyone was absent?"

Charlie was stunned for a moment, but he reacted two seconds later, shook his head hurriedly and said.

"I'm sure of this. There are many of us here. The Hungarian Horntail Dragon was not honest at that time, and our people were trying to find ways to appease it."

"Don't be nervous. I'm just asking casually. I don't suspect that there is anything wrong with your people. You can stop by and help me smell it to see what this smell on my body is."

Charlie immediately walked to Sherlock's side with a serious expression. As soon as he got closer, he could clearly smell the faint fishy smell.

"A mixture of dragon eggs!" Just by being close to Sherlock, Charlie made a conclusion with great certainty, "It's not just one dragon egg, but the liquid of many kinds of dragon eggs mixed together, and then some kind of catalyst makes The scent in it was maximized, which attracted all these dragons!"

Charlie said with a strange expression.

"The dragons we brought are all female dragons. Their aggressiveness and protectiveness are the highest among dragons. If they smell the smell of dragon egg liquid, they will definitely go crazy."

A sneer appeared on Sherlock's face, and what Charlie said was basically the same as what he had guessed before.

Moody could guess everything from just these few words spoken by Sherlock.

"Who poured the dragon egg liquid on you? Did he want to lure the fire dragon over and kill you?"

"His appearance tonight should be for me. He specifically found this opportunity when Dumbledore was not in the castle and four fire dragons appeared in the Forbidden Forest."

Sherlock narrowed his eyes.

"Who could this person be? He actually knows the situation in the castle so clearly. He is unlikely to be a wizard who came in from the outside, right?"

Hearing what he said, even the very nervous Hagrid could hear the hidden meaning and couldn't help but shudder.

The scene became quiet, and no one dared to answer the question. This scene did not last for a few seconds before Sherlock shook his head and looked at Charlie and asked half-jokingly and half-seriously.

"I killed these four dragons. Will the magic hold me legally responsible?"

Hearing him ask this, Charlie immediately grimaced.

"It's true that fire dragons are protected magical animals, but the safety of wizards comes first. You are doing this as legitimate defense. The Ministry of Magic of any country will not trouble you for this, but dragon eggs are prohibited. It is a serious illegal act to damage the product, especially if it is damaged. The British Ministry of Magic should send someone to investigate the source of the dragon egg liquid on your body."

This result was pretty much what Sherlock had expected. He didn't have to take any responsibility for the dragon slaying, which made him feel a lot more relaxed.

But Charlie's difficulties obviously went beyond that, he continued to say worriedly.

"The key is that there are only a few days until the first project of the Triwizard Tournament starts. After this incident, there is a high probability that the institute will not agree to lend a few more dragons. Even if the institute reluctantly agrees, there will definitely not be enough time."

Sherlock thought for a moment, then waved his hand and said.

"If you just have to deal with the first event, it's easy."

He stretched out a hand and lightly snapped his fingers in the air.

The drowsy crow standing on the branch nearby, leaning weakly against the trunk, heard the movement, yawned with some dissatisfaction, and then flapped its wings and flew into the air, identifying the one that had been chopped off in the air. The figure of the severed Hungarian Horntail suddenly disappeared into the darkness.

The next second, the headless dragon corpse lying on the ground suddenly twitched. Find bookstore www.zhaoｓhuyuan.comｍ

This shocked the Romanian dragon trainers who were standing around and taking this time to check the state of the fire dragon's body.

Then, under everyone's shocked eyes, the dragon corpse was resurrected in such a grand manner!

"It" seems to be not very familiar with its own body, and its movements are still very stiff when it stands up from the ground, but its proficiency is rapidly improving as it continues to move.

Not long after, "it" was able to spread its pair of fleshy wings. With just two gentle flappings, its body smoothly lifted off the ground and flew!

Everyone present was stunned by such a strange scene.

The scene where the head was missing and blood was still dripping from the broken neck was a bit inexplicably evil!

Sherlock didn't feel this way, he said with great satisfaction.

"If you can sew its head back later, it will even be able to breathe fire normally, and it will be completely the same as when it was alive."