Chapter 140 "Delicious Food"

The locket swayed gently in the sunlight, reflecting a dazzling light. Sherlock frowned at it as if he had found something wrong.

"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. She didn't see it with her eyes but felt it strangely because the locket couldn't leave Sherlock's neck. Sherlock could even feel her warm breath. He unconsciously leaned against the back of the chair and leaned back.

"It's a little bit different from the beginning." She concluded.

Sherlock also remembered what Dumbledore had said: "Professor Dumbledore said that this thing does not seem to be a bad thing, but an unknown thing is dangerous. He said that he could feel that this thing was slowly repairing itself."

"If it's repairing by itself, the day it's repaired and can be opened should be the day you can take it off your body."

After she returns to tell Sherlock the information she already knows, she returns to the German Ministry of Magic. She also needs to be present during the interrogation. If she can ask this creature what its purpose is to find this locket, then maybe she can get some key clues.

"I don't think your last thank you was sincere. Would you like to do it again?" Before she left, Sherlock raised his eyebrows and opened his arms jokingly.

Hearing his words, Silk stood where she was. Under Sherlock's shocked expression, she actually came over and hugged him gently. 

"I... I was joking."

"I know."

Her voice was still so cold and ethereal. He was clearly speaking in Sherlock's ear, but it seemed a little out of reach. The heat exhaled from her mouth really made him feel something.

"The last time was to thank you for helping me capture the Fiddlesticks."

Sherlock felt his ears ticklish, and he was nervous to death. 

"Of course, but what's this?"

"This time, it's to thank you for the Patronus Charm and let me let go of some things." She said.

The sun was slowly moving westward in the sky. At this time, sunlight just came into the farthest part of the window, illuminating Sherlock's slightly trembling back and Silk's face hidden under the hood, gently evoking a wonderful scene. 

The hug lasted for a long time until Sherlock felt his legs go numb.

"Are you okay?" Silk seemed to feel Sherlock shaking more violently.

"I'm okay…"

She let go of Sherlock, turned, and walked towards the door.

"When there is news from the Fiddlesticks, I will come back to tell you as soon as possible. Even if you can open the locket, I don't recommend you to open it."

Sherlock leaned on the table and watched her leave the office. He sat on the chair tremblingly, leaning against the back of the chair and staring at the ceiling as if his soul had been sucked away. After a long time, his eyes refocused; he waved his hand and lightly tapped his face twice.

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Harry had forgotten how he got back from Hogsmeade. He lay numbly on the bed alone, the conversations he overheard in the tavern ringing in his mind.

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

"Would you think that Black and Potter are brothers?"

"Potter trusted Black more than any other friend. It was the same when they graduated and left school. When James and Lily got married, Black was his best man. They even made Black as Harry's godfather. "

"Dumbledore offered to be the Potter's secret keeper himself, but James insisted on Black."

"But Black betrayed them, and he is ready to publicly announce his support for You-Know-Who."

"What a traitor."

"He killed their other friend, Peter Pettigrew, down to a finger!"

The words from Professor McGonagall, Professor Flitwick, Hagrid, and Fudge flashed in his mind constantly, making Harry unable to relax even for a moment.

He thought of Black's appearance in the photo, which was completely different. Was he already serving Voldemort when he took the photo?

As the night gradually fell, Harry kept lying in bed, thinking about it. Because of Christmas, he didn't have to go to Sherlock's office to learn the Patronus Charm today so that he could stay in the common room all the time. Ron came back later, calling Harry softly, but Harry pretended to be asleep and ignored him.

He thought about it all night, and hatred seemed to flow all over his body, which made him not sleepy at all. He could see Black laughing wildly in front of him, mocking his parents to show his stupid trust in him.

It wasn't until the sky outside began to get bright that Harry fell asleep. He slept until noon before waking up. At this time, the Christmas holidays had started. All the other Gryffindor students had already set foot on the train home. There were only Harry, Ron, and Hermione in the common room.

Harry's face was visibly sour. Hermione and Ron looked at each other and began to comfort Harry as they had agreed, but their words had no effect.

Harry seemed to have fallen completely into hatred toward Black. His words clearly express a desire to seek revenge on him, which worries Ron and Hermione.

In order to distract him, Hermione and Ron decide to take Harry to Hagrid, only to find that Hagrid is in trouble when they arrive at Hagrid's cabin.

Malfoy's father, Lucius, filed a complaint against Buckbeak in the Ministry of Magic because the hippogriff hurt Draco in the first class and is preparing for a trial in this matter. Hagrid was sad about this. He knew very well that he couldn't win this situation at all, and Buckbeak's final outcome was only death.

The incident successfully attracted Harry's desire to seek revenge on Black. The three of them began to help Hagrid.

While Harry and the others were still rummaging through the things that would help Hagrid's case, Sherlock walked out of the gates of Hogwarts, looking at the Dementors who were guarding the school. No one can say for sure what's inside the mind of a Dementor.

But what is certain is that among them there are leaders. But the so-called leaders simply make some unified plans.

They gathered here because everyone would get "delicious food." As for the person who will be killed, they don't care at all. These are the conclusions that the original Sherlock made when he came to Azkaban after staying in Azkaban for a month.

Also, if one of these Dementors suddenly dies or disappears, the other Dementors wouldn't care as much.

This gave Sherlock the opportunity to invite one of the Dementors to be a guest in his office. He is going to invite one of the Dementors to the castle today. With such a warm reception from him, the Dementor must be very happy and willing to be his experimental tool and teaching object for a few days.

Sherlock imagines a scene in which the guest and host are having a good time, so he aims at a lonely Dementiar floating around. He quietly drew out his wand, and Sherlock cast the Patronus.

But the Patronus was not summoned by him. Only a few thin silver strands of light on the tip of his wand surrounded the Dementor under his control. The Dementor stood there blankly; its simple way of thinking made it impossible to understand why such a situation happened.

The strands suddenly condense, and where they contact the body of the Dementor. At the same time, Sherlock jumped out from behind the tree like a hunter who saw prey, took out the sack prepared in advance, and covered the Dementor.

A normal object cannot affect this kind of creature, so the sack only serves as a shield. What really controls the Dementors are the lines that Sherlock conjured with the Patronus Charm.

After that, he walked in front of other Dementors and brought this Dementor back to Hogwarts.