Just a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

The time when Mrs. Matthew and Sherlock were the best happened to coincide with the day of the award.

Fortunately, after the award, as usual, the people of the Merlin Sir Corps will hold a grand banquet for the new medal recipient, so the time is usually set in the afternoon of the day.

And early this morning, Sherlock took Silk to Mrs. Matthew's old yard.

Seeing Shilk's first glance, the old witch couldn't help but snorted coldly.

"No wonder you said it was a private matter."

Shilk didn't respond to this, and Sherlock didn't even blushed.

It was the patio in the yard. Mrs. Matthew seemed to have no intention of inviting them into her home from beginning to end.

She asked Shilk to be opposite her. Instead of checking her eyes for the first time, she first asked about the situation of [Shizuo].

"When and where were the eyes contaminated?"

Shilk first looked up at Sherlock, and then said softly.

"In August 1977, in the Time Room of the Department of Mysteries of the British Ministry of Magic."

Mrs. Matthew frowned.

"August '77 Time Hall!"

Sherlock coughed lightly and interjected.

"I forgot to tell you last time, ma'am, the source of the [time crumbs] that contaminated Silke's eyes is the [William's time form] made by your ancestors."

But Mrs. Matthew didn't seem to be listening carefully to what Sherlock said. She was reminiscing about this time, and then stared at Sherlock's face.

"Are you the daughter of Auror Eddie Butler who made great achievements in the melee that year and died later?"

There was no sad expression on Silk's face, she said calmly.

"Yes, he is my father."

Mrs. Matthew's face suddenly didn't become weird at this time, but softened a lot.

"And John Watson, the silent man in the Time Hall who died at that time. I heard that he and your father are good friends, or your adoptive father. He is an admirable hero."

"Pfft!"

Sherlock couldn't hold back when he heard the word adoptive father from the old woman's mouth.

He almost choked to death on his own saliva, he couldn't help coughing violently, which made Mrs. Matthew turn to look at him in dissatisfaction.

"Cough, cough... I'm sorry, my question, I'm sorry, you guys continue to talk."

Sherlock could only keep apologizing, and Mrs. Matthew's face softened again and looked at Silk.

"John is not my adoptive father." Shilk stressed to her solemnly.

"This is your father's explanation to the outside world at the time. He never believed that Mr. Watson was dead. He said that he would get him back and make him your adoptive father." Mrs. Matthew also emphasized.

Sherlock was already beginning to feel restless, but Mrs. Matthew didn't continue to dwell on this issue.

"After Mr. Watson's sacrifice, I was invited into the Time Hall to take his place. I was quite old at that time, but after hearing about his deeds, I was very happy to take over such a position. People's legacy, continue to conduct time magic research in the Department of Affairs."

"If this Professor Forrest explained your identity to me at the beginning, then there is no need for that timid old guy to sell his favor and ask me to help."

Hearing her say such words, Sherlock's face, which was originally pulled, couldn't help but pull even longer at this time.

What's the use of talking about this now, can you still take back the benefits that Professor Slughorn gave you?

After that, Mrs. Matthew also began to enter the topic of treatment. She inquired in detail about the situation of Shirk being contaminated by [Time Chips] at that time, and learned about her current occupation and whether she had any unique talents when she was a child. .

Until Silke said that she felt very accurate, as long as she guessed something she was not sure about, she could basically guess the correct answer, and after her current occupation was a fortune-teller, Mrs. Matthew was like It is the understood problem.

"There is such a wizard in the magical world who is born with the ability to predict, and can even see part of the future. It is called a [prophet]."

she said seriously.

"Although your talent is not as powerful as the real [Prophet], your prophecy far surpasses anyone else's."

"And that [William's time form] is actually an ingenious balance between the future and the past, and the "silver sand" that is constantly draining represents the present. According to what you have described, those [time crumbs] in the hourglass at that time should be Attracted by your talent for predicting the future, if you want to complete another balance, it will be automatically attached to you."

"This is not actually a feature of [Time Chips] itself, but an ability that my ancestor named William gave it with magic when he made this hourglass. It is estimated that he did not think of the physique of [Prophet] at the time. People are also attracted to it, because people with this talent are so rare that there are not many in the entire history of magic."

Through her words, Sherlock finally figured out why the sand in the hourglass would find Shilk at that time.

But knowing the root cause of the problem is not the main thing. The main thing is whether Shilk's eyes can be cured now.

For such a question, Mrs. Matthew did not directly give a definite answer.

"I'll try my best." She got up from the terrace and stood up with a cane, "Now the magic world has lost the way to make [Time Chips], and naturally few people still keep the magic tools that collect them, but because my ancestors He is the craftsman of the time converter, so there is still one left, but I can't guarantee that the [time scraps] that have been integrated into the human body will be taken out. After all, no one has experienced such a situation." ъìQυGΕtV.℃ǒΜ

Silk got up with Mrs. Matthew, and the two walked towards the house. Sherlock wanted to follow them, but was stopped by the old witch.

"You don't need to follow. I'll help her try it out. Not only will you not be able to help, but you will get in the way."

Sherlock didn't force it, he just said with a serious expression.

"If there is any problem in the middle, everything must be done to ensure her safety. Even if she can't be taken out in the end, she can't be hurt."

Mrs. Matthew tapped the cane.

"Even if you don't say it, I know what to do. I won't hurt this little girl."

Finally, before entering the door, Shilk showed him a smile and made a reassuring gesture. The two witches, one old and one young, disappeared from Sherlock's field of vision. The fastest new offer for you is nothing more than the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts. Update, Chapter 372 Adoptive Father? Read it for free. https://

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