I’m Only A Defense Against The Dark Arts Professor

Chapter 67: Nothing

Sherlock hasn’t thought about whether or not he can catch the culprit, but he thinks it’s possible to find the book. He hasn’t forgotten what he found wrong before, and now he at least has a target.

“Password?” The portrait of the lady in front of Gryffindor’s common room yawned and asked Sherlock.

She has been informed that a professor will search the common room, and asking for a password is just a routine check.

“Dragon Slag.”

After saying the correct password, the portrait opened the common room entrance and let Sherlock in. When the prefect of each house introduced the new students, they would brag about the common room where no outsiders had come in for hundreds of years.

Sherlock felt that these words were most likely false. Although the entrances to the common rooms of the four houses are guarded in different ways, as long as there are people who really want to enter it, these guards cannot stop them.

Like him now, a Ravenclaw graduate walked into Gryffindor’s common room with Dumbledore’s permission. Sherlock didn’t have a bad intention and wasn’t interested in knowing what these students were hiding in the dormitory.

After entering here, he went straight to the boys’ dormitory, where Professor McGonagall would be conducting a search in the girls’ dormitory.

Even for a Gryffindor student, the bedroom wasn’t too messy. It’s not how diligent these students are, but how hard-working the house-elves cleaning the room every day.

Searching the bedroom was not too troublesome. Sherlock can summon all the books in the room to him by waving his wand lightly. After checking that nothing could be found, he returned all the books to their original positions.

But after entering a room that seemed to be the same as other bedrooms, Sherlock’s attention became serious. He saw the signatures on the parchments on the desk.

This is Harry and Ron’s bedroom. However, his focus was not on Harry and the others. Like the other dormitories, after checking all the books with the Summoning Charm, he went to the bed marked with Neville’s name and checked all Neville’s items carefully.

As a result, nothing unusual was found. Sherlock frowned and checked everything related to Neville in this bedroom again, and the result was the same.

In the end, Sherlock found nothing and could only leave the Gryffindor common room. After checking the Ravenclaw boys’ dormitory, he also found nothing. At eight o’clock in the evening, the four professors in charge of the search gathered in the corridor in front of the Hall.

“I didn’t find anything there.” Professor Sprout searched the girls’ dormitories of Slytherin and Hufflepuff and shook her head.

From Professor McGonagall and Snape’s faces, Sherlock could tell they didn’t find anything either.

He touched his chin and turned his gaze to the Hall door, “Let’s take a look at the situation of the students first. The controlled student might have been carrying the book with them.”

The professors turned their attention to the door, which was the only possibility left.

They entered the Great Hall, and Professor Flitwick just happened to cooperate with Filch at this time and counted all the students in the Hall. It was confirmed that everyone else was there except for the three students who were lying in the school infirmary.

There are five professors gathered here now.

Four heads of the house, plus Sherlock, a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts. Students are divided into their houses, and the head of each house is responsible for checking the students in their own house.

Of course, they did not say that they were searching for an old book but quietly observed each student.

Sherlock had been in contact with the book, and it wasn’t very small. It would be obvious if it was carried around, especially now that most students were wearing pajamas.

Sherlock came to Gryffindor’s area and found Neville sitting on the ground.

“Mr. Longbottom.”

Neville heard Sherlock’s voice; his body trembled with fright, and he raised his head slightly, panicking, “Professor Forrest.”

Seeing his reaction, Sherlock confirmed his guess even more. There must be something wrong with Neville.

After some clues in the office, he already felt that it was probably not Lucius and his son who made the mark on his left arm react when he was in the bookstore, but the book. After coming to Hogwarts, this reaction happened again because of Neville.

This made Sherlock think there must be something to it.

“Mr. Longbottom, can you tell me where you were when Draco was attacked?” Sherlock asked lightly.

However, his eyes did not meet Neville’s eyes; he was looking at the things on Neville’s body.

When he asked him like this, Neville seemed very nervous and replied, “I was with Seamus and the others in the common room, writing potions class homework.”

Before Sherlock could ask another question, Seamus took the initiative to say something, “Yes, Professor, I can testify for Neville!”

It didn’t matter where Neville was when Draco was attacked; the Basilisk didn’t necessarily have to be near when it attacked; Sherlock asked this just as an excuse to talk to Neville. But the answer made him curious.

Neville had changed into his pajamas at this point, and he had nowhere to hide at all, let alone an old book. Sherlock didn’t continue to ask more questions. He was also worried that he would provoke them.

The examination of the students ended quickly; the five professors got together again, and none of them found anything.

Professor McGonagall’s face turned dark, and she turned and left the Hall. “I’ll go see Albus and ask if he has any other way.”

Professor Sprout sighed and shook her head, “I’ll let the students sleep.”

Professor Flitwick went with her, leaving only Snape and Sherlock, watching the students below, whom the two professors instructed the students to get into their sleeping bags and prepare to fall asleep.

“It didn’t turn out as you said,” Snape said coldly.

Sherlock was disappointed. He replied coldly, “If everything is as I think, then I’m not a wizard but a God.”