Dumbledore pulled out his wand, which was a straight small wooden knot with sections on it, and a strange-shaped wand.

He pointed his wand at the locket and tapped it gently, as if he had used some spell.

A slight white light flashed, and the locket still remained unchanged.

Dumbledore shook his head and put it back.

"This is a very ancient object. The reason why it sticks to you seems to be treating you as its owner, but its magic is still in the recovery stage, so it cannot be opened."

"It can repair itself, or in other words, it can be called self-recharge. After its magic power is restored to a sufficient level, it can be turned on and removed by that time."

Sherlock looked at the locket sadly.

“So is it harmful to me now?”

"It's definitely harmless until it's restored," Dumbledore said. "But after it becomes a complete magic item, it's a little bit possible. I suggest you don't open it even if you can. Maybe you can ask Hilk to go back to the German Ministry of Magic to ask you, figure out what this thing is, and decide how to deal with it."

Dumbledore's proposal is very pertinent, and this is the best way to deal with it until there is no other way.

"As long as it won't affect me for the time being, that's fine." Sherlock said depressedly, "I have completed the task you gave me, and Shilk caught the murderer."

Dumbledore looked at him with praise.

"I will ask you for me from the Ministry of Magic. The German Ministry of Magic may not be able to give you any public rewards because it wants to hide things. But I guess they may give you a German Friendship Wizard Medal in private."

"Is that thing useful? I already have a French Ministry of Magic on me."

Dumbledore explained to him.

"Foreign wizards who have this medal can use the Floor Network built by the Ministry of Magic at will without applying, or they can apply for some door keys placed in their country and some small benefits for settlement in their country at appropriate times."

Sherlock sat up from the table, his eyelids as if he hadn't 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, and always felt a sense of sadness, sorrow, and sadness surged from the bottom of his heart.

"I will have a fifth-grade class tonight and afternoon. Let's try the previous class. If it doesn't work, I'll ask Lupin to help me with the class."

Dumbledore shook his head gently.

"Lupin is in a bad state recently. You can take the class this afternoon first. If you can't continue, take a week off for a while."

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

Sherlock left the principal's office listlessly with his waist bent.

Back in his office, Sherlock held the locket that was stuck to him and stopped leaving. He studied the sunlight outside the window for a long time, and muttered to himself.

"It looks pretty good, just take it with you."

He did not go to the auditorium for lunch, but lay on the desk and slept for a while and recovered some energy. Then he looked at the time, packed up what he needed to use in class, and walked to the fifth-grade black magic defense class classroom.

The students were basically all here before the bell rang. As soon as Sherlock walked into the classroom, his condition attracted everyone's attention.

"Professor, are you sick?"

George among the Weasley twins asked in confusion.

Sherlock walked to the podium, found an extra seat that was transformed into a high-legged chair with a deformation technique, then sat on it, put his elbow on the podium and supported his chin.

"Don't worry, it's not that I'm sick, it's just that there's a little emotional problem. We can start class now. Everyone take out the test papers I've corrected last time and I sent you."

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

"Your last test paper was not very good. There are many questions I mentioned in class. You just changed the method of setting questions for you and you won't do it. This is not good. It makes me very unhappy when correcting the test paper."

"I have also emphasized the essay on how to correctly view the three unforgivable mantras. You can express your own ideas, but while expressing your ideas, you must not forget to reliably erode the core of the problem-solving the erosion of the unforgivable mantras on the wizard's psychology."

"This is the point of this question that I want to examine you. As a result, many Slytherin students actually wrote about what power is right and wrong. The Ministry of Magic prohibits wizards from using the unforgivable spell is a wrong decree."

"I won't say whether your thoughts are inclined to become a dark wizard. Just writing such a ruthless idea on the topic proves that you are very brainless. This makes me very worried that when I see you again in Azkaban's prison."

There was a burst of laughter from the Gryffindors below.

They have always been inconsistent with Slytherin, and now they are naturally the happiest to laugh.

Sherlock rolled his eyes at them weakly.

"Is there no stupid thing about Gryffindori? What are you laughing at? I don't say who it is, but how many of you answer this question? A brave wizard should face the unforgivable spell bravely. The pure man will never be afraid of the pain of the trance curse. The soul-taking curse is useless to a real man. After 18 years of consuming a life-seeking curse, it will be a hero again."

"These are all reckless thoughts. It's really fearless. At least I can see those students in Slytherin at least I go to Azkaban. What about you? Are you waiting for me to chat with you about family matters in front of the tombstone?"

It was Slytherin's turn to laugh out loudly.

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

Sherlock said in a melancholy mood.

Hearing his words, a Gryffindor girl said weakly.

"But professor, including us, you have only taught two fifth-grade students in total?"

"You are the worst one after only two sessions."

The students below not only did not feel ashamed of this, but were even more interesting, Fried asked loudly.

"Are you doing this to inspire us? Professor, or do you say the same to the next fifth-grade students?"

"Stop talking to me here. Let's spread your test papers out quickly. We're going to start talking about the questions."

When it was time to start studying, the students' attitude became solemn. In the fifth grade, they also knew that the last three years at Hogwarts were the day they should strive for the most.

Sherlock started to read the first question on the test paper.

"How to fight back or escape rationally when facing the werewolf hunting."

"I have told you the core of the easiest discussion on this question. The Ministry of Magic's policy towards werewolf has always been extremely friendly in publicity, but it is very direct in practical actions."

"You can add some of your own ideas when solving the problem, but you also need to do something practical. In the class explaining werewolf, we have said that the best way to face werewolf is to directly phantom and escape, and don't try to cast spells on him. Their resistance to spells can even be comparable to that of giants. Ordinary spells will not have any effect on them."

"So you have the ability to use Phantom Movement as soon as possible when using Phantom Movement. If there are no conditions or no, then...then..."

When we talked about this, a strong sadness suddenly surged into Sherlock's heart.

It makes him feel that everything in the world is gray and white, and people will always die. If they die early, they can be reborn early.

So he continued to decline

"Then let's lie on the ground and wait for death."

Suddenly, all the students below raised their heads from the test paper and looked at Sherlock with shock.

"You, are you okay, professor?"

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

Sherlock patted his face, trying to boost his spirits, but it didn't work.

He looked at the ceiling of the classroom in a daze and said sadly.

"Sorry, everyone, you can go to self-study first this season. It seems that I have to have a good rest for a week. Or I want to go find Lupin to see if he has time to help me with a few days of class."

The sad potion has seriously affected Sherlock's mood. The class must not be able to continue, otherwise he himself would not know what else would be said to make people feel depressed.

Sherlock asked the fifth grade students to study in the classroom first, and then sadly went to Lupin's office to ask him if he had time to help him with some classes.

As a result, he found Lupin and he happened to go out too.

"Sorry, Sherlock, I have something to do recently, and I just happened to want to ask you for help and see if you have time."

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

The two brothers met together.

Sherlock said depressedly.

"That's really a coincidence. We couldn't even take the defense class this week."

Lupin sighed.

"Or let Snape do it for a favor, he would be happy to help with a few defense classes."

"Snape? Are you sure he will be really happy?"
Chapter completed!