Chapter 59: Someone Cursed Him

Chapter 59: Someone Cursed Him

The event of meeting Harry and Ron did not disturb Sherlock’s mood to go out to relax on this day.

Every year until around Christmas, because the temperature drops really low, the surface of the Black Lake will form a thick layer of ice. From the upper floors of the castle, it will give people the feeling that a mirror has been laid out.

When Sherlock came to the lake, there was a desire to take a walk on it. But there are still a few students around in twos and threes. In order to maintain his character, he can only try his best to restrain this desire.

When he strolled around the lake to the Whomping Willow that was smashed by Harry and Ron when the school started, he heard that there seemed to be a quarrel among the students ahead.

“What are you doing here, Weasley?” A voice can be heard.

It was Draco Malfoy, and he was accompanied by his two sidekicks, Crabbe and Goyle, who would always be on his side. The person he provoked was Percy Weasley.

Percy looked unfazed at Draco’s words, “You need to show respect to your prefect. Your attitude needs some discipline.”

Draco smiled disdainfully, “You are the prefect of Gryffindor. You can’t hold me down with your status.”

His voice was suddenly lowered, “You should know that your father was fined 50 Galleons for your idiot brother. That must be all your family’s wealth, right? Pathetic, what did your mother give for your Christmas present? A cold sandwich? Hah!”

Goyle and Crabbe also laughed. Looking at Percy’s face filled with anger, Draco was much happier now. Since he was punished by Sherlock and cleaned the toilet on the castle’s first floor until January 1st of next year, he didn’t have a good thing.

Even if he went to Snape and begged him to come forward to lift his punishment, Snape said that he deserved it, which worsened Draco’s mood.

A few days ago, because Harry and Ron drove the flying car to Hogwarts, the Ministry of Magic finally punished Mr. Weasley under the motion of Draco’s father. Although they were not satisfied that he would be fired, they fined Mr. Weasley 50 Galleons or almost three months’ worth of salary.

Meeting Percy today was a coincidence; Draco couldn’t help but bring this up and humiliate Percy to vent his anger.

“It’s a pity that the Ministry of Magic didn’t fire your father. Otherwise, your whole family would have to find another job in other places.”

Draco vented all the anger he had been feeling these days into words, “The heir of Slytherin’s view should also change. Not only to clean up those filthy mudbloods at Hogwarts but also to clean up your pure-blooded scum. You and your stupid brother and sister deserve to die.”

Sherlock nodded and said nothing.

Looking at the backs of them leaving, he shook his head helplessly. As a closed boarding school, there are many conflicts between Hogwarts students, and there are also signs of violence against students from time to time.

But Sherlock had just arrived at the castle for less than half a year and couldn’t do much. He could only help the oppressed individual at the right time.

He raised his head and narrowed his eyes, looking at the place where Percy’s spell was last hit, which was a window of the castle.

From the location, it seems like it is Dumbledore’s Principal’s Office.

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Putting down the quill in his hand, Dumbledore stretches his body, which had become stiff from sitting for a long time.

He frowned, looked at the desk, and thought about it for a long time, but he didn’t find anything that needed to be done for the day. He took a Bertie Botts multi-flavored candy from the box on the side and put it in his mouth.

“Blegh!” Before he chewed it twice, he spat out candy.

The box of multi-flavored candy he selected seems to be all pepper-flavored and ear-wax-flavored. This has been happening for the 7th time in a row. Dumbledore’s luck began to decline today since he finished opening the Christmas presents in the morning.

First, when he went downstairs, he fell down, and when he returned to the office, he received a lot of letters from the International Confederation of Wizards.

There are many problems for him to deal with this Christmas.

Needless to say, the candy he ate didn’t taste right. Even a real cockroach climbed into the candy box Sherlock gave him, and he almost ate it.

Just when Dumbledore got up from his chair and was about to take a walk into the office, a bright red spell suddenly shattered the glass on his window.

Dumbledore stood in front of the broken window like a statue, and the wind from outside slapped his face as if bad luck was mocking him. He pulled out his wand and carefully examined his body.

Something was wrong, and he thought someone cursed him.