If Harry and the others knew that Shilk had given Sherlock a "vaccine" early in the morning, the three of them would not know how grateful they would be.

Since they discovered Sherlock's crow mouth talent, they have developed a customary habit.

Never spend too long with Sherlock on Christmas!

So early in the morning, Harry and the others tried to avoid Sherlock's route of action.

Fortunately, Sherlock did not run around the castle that day. After breakfast, he stayed in the auditorium and helped Flewy arrange the scenes and decorations needed for the dance tonight.

Shilk naturally had nothing to do today. She kept sitting on the professor's desk on the high platform, supporting her face with one hand, and quietly watching Sherlock and Flewy set together.

“We need a little golden decoration.”

Flevy stepped on the barstool, aiming at the garland hanging by the wall, waving his wand.

The next moment, countless shining crystals appeared around the garland, adding a different color.

Sherlock also tapped his wand and created a silver light for embellishment around the golden glory.

"By the way, Professor Flevy, will you attend tonight's dance?"

As a student who graduated from Ravenclaw, even though he has become a professor, Sherlock's name for Fleeve has not changed. He always pays attention to such small details.

Flevi, who was helping Sherlock, climbed down from the barstool, said with a smile on his face.

"Of course I will participate! This is a rare event. I have to move my arms and legs like this."

As he said that, Flivi looked out of the corner of his eyes and kept his attention on them, to be precise, Shilk who was on Sherlock, and teased quietly.

"Are you really not going to dance at today's dance party? Didn't the words you said that day reject the little girl's refusal?"

Sherlock looked helpless.

"You are so old, why do you still like gossip so much? I really can't dance."

Flevy laughed happily.

"Don't make excuses for yourself Sherlock. Not being able to dance is not an obstacle to your problem. Always using this as a cover-up will only make people think you are pretentious."

Sherlock smelled stinking.

"Why do you say that?"

"If anyone else has said this to you, it proves that she has seen you thoroughly." Flewy smiled and blinked.

Sherlock did not comment and helped float the high stool and switch it to another garland to facilitate Flivi's spell casting.

It is now my free time in the morning, and most of the students go outside the castle to play snow or skate on the Black Lake. In the entire auditorium, except for the two of them and Shilk, there are only a few astronomical professors who are chatting in front of the warm fireplace, and Bubaji, a professor of Muggle Studies.

They seemed to have talked about something interesting, and they smiled at Shilk, then waved to her from afar, inviting her to sit over together.

Shilk hesitated for a moment, and finally left the long table, sat next to the two female teachers, and started chatting by them question and answer.

Sherlock also saw this scene, and a look of relief appeared on his face. He always hoped that Hilk would communicate more with others and change her introverted personality.

At this moment, Hagrid walked in from outside with a fir tree.

As soon as he entered the door, he shouted loudly at Fleeve.

"This is the largest and most suitable fir tree I can find. No matter how big the others are, the auditorium can't put it down."

The fir he carried on his shoulder was indeed very thick, and even Hagrid, who was more than three meters tall, looked particularly "delicate" when holding it.

Obviously, Hagrid used the subtraction spell for such a thick tree, otherwise he would not have carried it so easily.

Flewy was very satisfied with the performance of this year's Christmas tree. He directed Hagrid to put the tree in a suitable position, then stood in front of the tree, planning how to decorate it.

Sherlock clapped his hands and sat at a long table in the auditorium. A cup of steaming black tea appeared in front of him at the right time.

The elf in the castle was very familiar with his preferences and knew what to prepare for him when he was resting.

Sherlock picked up the cup of black tea, and as soon as he took a sip, a hunchbacked figure came to him.

After Moody sat down, a glass of cider appeared in front of him.

"Oh, thank you."

He picked up the glass of cider, muttered and expressed his gratitude, took a big sip before saying to Sherlock.

"Karov has always been very honest since he came to Hogwarts. He did not do anything out of the box except when he was scoring the first competition event, but he deliberately favored the students of his school."

Sherlock held the cup of warm black tea in both hands and said lightly.

"His resume can't be hidden at all. With such a conspicuous situation, I don't think he will do something out of the ordinary, especially this year Dumbledore specially invited you, which actually shows an attitude."

Moody didn't say anything more about this. At first, he actually had a lot of doubts about Kakarov, but judging from the current situation, Sherlock's view is more accurate.

"After I received the letter from Kingsley and Tonks, they have been paying attention to Crouchdog who has returned to the Ministry of Magic, and they have indeed discovered something that is not right."

Moody said solemnly.

"Kinsley contacted me with Floyer yesterday. He said that Crouch's working condition was obviously different before. He is now in the Ministry of Magic for a short time, often at home, and even during his time in the Ministry of Magic, he seemed very depressed."

"According to Crouch's assistant, Percy Weasley, Crouch is sick, so he often doesn't work in his position."

After listening to Moody's story, Sherlock narrowed his eyes.

"According to your experience as an Auror for so many years, do you think he is really sick in this state?"

Moody fell into a brief silence.

He is the veteran of Aurors, and Crouch was his most reliable boss during Voldemort's most rampant period. Now he doesn't want to make a decision in this situation.

But Moody has never been the kind of indecisive and entangled person.

He said in a hoarse voice and a cold tone.

"He doesn't feel sick in this state, but he's more like he's being hit by someone's soul-catching curse!"
Chapter completed!