“Malfoy? He didn’t go home on Christmas, of course I’ve seen him in the castle.”
Sherlock held his hands in front of his chest, looking at them with his eyes fixed on him.
“What do you ask me about this?”
Under the interference of double guilt, Hermione subconsciously avoided his gaze.
“I, we are just curious about the professor. You know, people like Malfoy are usually not very likable. Have you given him any greetings or blessings these days?”
When Hermione asked, although Harry and Ron did not look at Sherlock’s eyes, they couldn’t help but erect their ears.
Sherlock raised his eyebrows lightly, and he didn’t understand why Hermione asked him this question.
“Greetings or blessings? Does it count for him to clean the toilet?”
He suddenly seemed to have figured out something, and his eyes gradually narrowed.
“You might be suspicious that I am the murderer behind the scenes, right?”
Hermione, Harry and Ron blinked together, laughed twice, and looked at each other.
“How could the professor be? We are just bored, just ask for it.”
“Yes, we just ask for it casually, there is no other meaning.”
“Don’t misunderstand the professor, we have absolute trust in you.”
Sherlock glanced at them.
“Is that so? Do you want to clean the toilet even if you want to?”
Harry and the other two waved their hands and retreated.
“No, the professor, we haven’t done anything good for you, so let’s forget it,”
“I suddenly remembered that we haven’t had dinner yet. Let’s go to the auditorium to have dinner first. Goodbye, professor!”
Looking at their fleeing backs in a hurry, Sherlock curled his lips.
“I actually doubted what these brats think.”
Just after he had a little episode of being questioned by Harry and the other three, Snape also brought Draco Malfoy’s father, Lucius Malfoy, to Hogwarts.
In Dumbledore’s principal’s office, Sherlock hugged his hands in front of his chest, leaning against the wall covered with portraits of previous principals, silently watching the good show in front of him.
When Mr. Malfoy was taken to Hogwarts by Snape, his whole face turned black as if it was covered with the grey in the fireplace.
After walking into the principal’s room and seeing Dumbledore sitting quietly waiting for him in the seat, he finally couldn’t bear it anymore. His two clenched fists were trembling. Malfoy suppressed his inner anxiety and asked coldly.
“I will put my own childrenLeave it to Hogwarts, and you, Dumbledore, you just reassure the parents of the students! “
It can be seen that his emotions were not pretending, but were really nervous and anxious, as if he was worried and afraid of something.
Dumbledore slowly crossed his hands and placed them on the desk. He stared at Malfoy’s face expressionlessly, and he couldn’t hear what kind of emotions he was now from his voice.
“Of course Hogwarts will protect the safety of the children, but the professors in this castle, including me, are not omniscient gods. Some things we really can’t predict. ”