Chapter 140 Treat

The dark gold locket swayed gently in the sun, reflecting a slightly dazzling light.

Sherlock frowned and looked at it, as if he had discovered something.

"Do you feel that this thing looks newer than when I first got it?"

Silk heard his words, walked to Sherlock's side, and took the locket from his hand.

She didn't look at it with her eyes, but felt it in a strange way.

Because the locket couldn't leave Sherlock's neck, the distance between the two was very close now. Sherlock could even feel Silk's warm breath. He unconsciously leaned against the back of the chair and leaned back.

"It's a little different from the beginning."

Silk made a conclusion,

Sherlock was also recalling what Dumbledore said at the time.

"Professor Dumbledore said that this thing doesn't look like a bad thing at the moment, but the unknown is also a trouble. He can feel that this thing is slowly repairing itself, or self-charging?"

"If it is repairing itself, then the day when it is repaired and can be opened should be the day you can take it off your body."

For this locket, there is only so much information they can learn.

After Silk came back and told Sherlock the information she already knew, she had to go back to the German Ministry of Magic again.

She also needed to be present at the interrogation of Fiddlesticks. If she could ask this evil monster about its purpose in finding this locket, she might be able to get some key clues.

"I don't think your thanks last time were sincere. Do you want to do it again?"

Before she left, Sherlock raised his eyebrows and opened his arms, saying jokingly.

Hearing his words, Silk stood still, and then under Sherlock's astonished expression, she actually came over and hugged him gently!

This time, she didn't leave immediately, but held him for a long time.

Smelling the girl's fresh fragrance and feeling the soft body in his arms, Sherlock was a little overwhelmed. He raised his hands, not knowing where to put them, and even stuttered when he spoke.

"I, I was kidding."

"I know."

Silk's voice was still so cold and ethereal. She was talking in Sherlock's ear, but it seemed a little far away, but the hot air exhaled from her mouth made him feel her presence.

"Last time, it was to thank you for helping me catch Fiddlesticks."

Sherlock felt his ears itchy and was extremely nervous.

He was just a talkative person. In fact, he had only held a girl's hand once in his two lives when he was dancing in a group in elementary school.

"Well, then?"

"This time, it was to thank you for the Patronus spell, which made me let go of some things."

She said.

The sun slowly moved westward in the sky. At this time, the sunlight just shone in from the window to the farthest part of the house, illuminating Sherlock's slightly trembling back and Silk's lips that were gently raised under the hood.

This hug lasted for a long time, so long that Sherlock felt his legs were numb from standing.

"Is it okay?" Silk seemed to feel that Sherlock was shaking more violently.

"Kekeke... It's okay."

Silk let go of Sherlock and turned to walk out the door.

"I will come back to tell you as soon as there is news from Fiddlesticks. Before that, even if you can open the box, I don't recommend you to open it."

Sherlock held the table and watched her leave the office. He sat down on the chair tremblingly, leaning against the back of the chair and looking at the ceiling with lifeless eyes, as if his soul had been sucked away.

After a long time, his scattered eyes gathered again, waved his hands fiercely, and then gently patted his mouth twice.

"Let you talk dirty, let you talk dirty, let you talk dirty..."

......

Harry had forgotten how he got back from Hogsmeade.

He lay numbly on the bed, his mind constantly ringing the conversations he overheard in the pub.

"The two are inseparable, a good pair, Sirius Black and James Potter!"

"You would think Black and Potter are brothers!"

"Potter trusts Black, this trust exceeds the trust in all other friends. It was still the same when they graduated and left school. When James and Lily got married, Black was the best man. Then they called Black Harry's godfather."

"Dumbledore proposed that he himself be the secret keeper of the Potters, but James insisted on using Black."

"Black betrayed them, he was tired of the double-faced role, and was ready to publicly announce his support for the mysterious man!"

"Dirty, smelly traitor!"

"He blew their other friend Peter Pettigrew to only one finger!"

Professor McGonagall, Professor Flitwick, Hagrid, and the words of Minister of Magic Fudge kept flashing through his mind, making it impossible for Harry to be quiet even for a moment.

He thought of the look of Black in the photo, the handsome and smiling man, whose appearance was completely disproportionate to his heart. Was he already working for Voldemort when the photo was taken? Or was he thinking about how to kill his parents?

As the night gradually fell, Harry just lay in bed and thought about it. Because of Christmas, he didn't have to go to Sherlock's office to learn the Patronus Charm today, so he could stay in the dormitory.

Ron came back later, and he called Harry softly, but Harry pretended to be asleep and ignored him.

But in fact, he had been thinking about it all night, and he seemed to be flowing with a poison called hatred, which made him not sleepy at all.

He seemed to see Black standing in front of him and laughing wildly, mocking his parents and showing him a foolish trust in him.

Harry didn't fall asleep until the sky outside was already getting light.

He slept until noon before waking up. At this time, the Christmas holiday had begun. The other Gryffindor students had already boarded the train to go home. Only Harry, Ron and Hermione were in the common room.

Harry's face was obviously very ugly.

Hermione and Ron looked at each other and began to comfort Harry as they had agreed before, but their words had no effect.

Harry seemed to have completely fallen into hatred for Black.

His words clearly showed that he wanted to seek revenge on Black, which made Ron and Hermione very worried.

In order to distract his attention, Hermione and Ron decided to take Harry to find Hagrid. When they arrived at Hagrid's hut, they found that Hagrid was also in trouble.

Because Buckbeak, a hippogriff, scratched Malfoy in the first magical creature protection class at the beginning of the school year, Malfoy's father Lucius complained about Buckbeak in the Ministry of Magic and prepared to open a court to try the matter.

Hagrid was very sad about this. He knew very well that he could not win the lawsuit at all. Buckbeak would only die in the end.

This incident successfully attracted Harry's revenge on Black. The three of them began to help Hagrid find some files on this matter, hoping to help him win the lawsuit.

This went on until the day before Christmas.

While Harry and the other three were still looking for files that would help Hagrid's lawsuit, Sherlock walked out of the gate of Hogwarts and was picking and choosing the Dementors guarding around the school.

No one can say what kind of thinking mode Dementors have.

But what is certain is that there are leaders and followers among them.

But the so-called leaders simply make some unified plans. Their thinking is very simple and they have no collective concept.

They gather together purely because they can get "delicious food" together. As for the bullying or killing of their kind, they don't care at all and don't have any desire for revenge.

These are the conclusions drawn by the original owner after he personally went to Azkaban for a month.

Therefore, if one of these Dementors suddenly disappeared, the other Dementors would not have any special reaction, and would not even notice anything.

This gave Sherlock the opportunity to invite one of the Dementors to visit his office.

Yes, he was going to warmly invite a Dementor to the castle for tea today. It was really hard for them to patrol outside in such a cold day.

With such a warm reception from him, the Dementors, as honest people, must be very happy to be his experimental tools and teaching objects for a few days.

Such a happy scene emerged in Sherlock's mind, so he targeted a lone Dementor floating around the snow.

Hiding behind a tree and quietly pulling out his wand, Sherlock whispered the spell of the Patronus Charm.

But the Patronus was not summoned by him. Only a few thin silver filaments appeared at the tip of his wand, which surrounded the Dementor under his control.

The Dementor stood there in a daze. Its simple way of thinking made it unable to understand why such a situation suddenly happened.

Then the light threads suddenly tightened, and gray smoke continued to rise from the contact with the Dementor's body.

At the same time, Sherlock jumped out from behind the tree like a hunter who saw a good harvest of prey, took out the sack he had prepared in advance, and covered the bound Dementor with it!

Normal objects have no way to affect this kind of life form, so the sack actually only serves as a shield. What really controlled the Dementor were the lines that Sherlock created with the Patronus Charm.

After that, he swaggered in front of the other Dementors and invited the Dementor back to Hogwarts Castle.