"Well, Mr. Sherlock, let's get started." Femia's sudden inexplicable interest turned around and looked at Sherlock, two dimples appearing on her fair face and anticipation in her eyes.

"Mr. Sherlock, I'll interpret your dreams, I still have a ...... in this regard" Lupo volunteered, but was stared back by Fimia's murderous gaze.

Sherlock's eyes had been fixed on Ellie and Trelawney, and when he suddenly heard what Femiaa said, he didn't react for a moment.

"Start? What starts. ”

"Of course, it's a dream, and we tell each other about the scenes in our recent dreams." A slight smile appeared on the corner of Femia's mouth, and there was a hint of curiosity in her eyes.

Sherlock coughed in embarrassment, pretending to be trying to remember.

"Well, well, okay, I'll think about it."

Femia nodded, looking at Sherlock quietly.

The Slytherin students were also interested in Sherlock's dreams, and when Sherlock was about to talk about his dreams, almost the entire class looked at him, and they were all curious about what Sherlock's dreams would be like...... It's supposed to be different from ordinary people.

"Speaking of dreams." Sherlock groaned slightly, then said, "Well, it must have been yesterday, although the dream was not real, but I can dream that I feel like I was beaten...... I was taught a lesson by my mother, and I can't remember the specific reason, but I was beaten for a long time......"

Sherlock looked at Femia and held out his hand, "Come on, let's interpret the dream......"

Femiaia pursed her pink lips and looked at Sherlock with a blank expression.

The Slytherin snakes suddenly lost interest, and people said that they thought about it day and dreamed at night, and now that Ellie became a professor at Hogwarts and an inquisitor at the Ministry of Magic, it caused a lot of psychological pressure on Sherlock.

"Let's start, didn't you say you were going to interpret my dreams?" Sherlock looked at Femia and said.

"Wait...... Let me think about it...... I'm going to make it up for you...... No, I mean to give you dream interpretation, yes, serious dream interpretation! Fimia smiled awkwardly, and then suddenly said to Sherlock, "I see, your dream is a premonition...... This means that there is a real possibility that you will be beaten up by Professor Ellie. ”

Sherlock "......"

At this time, Ellie's sweet voice came from the front of the teacher.

"So." Ellie looked up at Trelawney and said, "How long have you been in this position, exactly?" ”

Trelawney paused slightly, then kissed very gently, "It's been almost sixteen years." ”

"It's three years later than Snape, which means that Snape is your senior, because he's been nineteen years......" Ellie suddenly pulled at Snape, which made Professor Trelawney stunned for a moment.

"It's not a short time." Ellie said as she jotted down a few more strokes on her clipboard.

"You are the great-great-granddaughter of the famous prophet Kassandra Trelawney?"

"Yes." Professor Trelawney said that raising her head a little higher was a great inheritance of identity and blood, though not comparable to Mephisto.

Ellie jotted down a few more strokes, "Okay, I wonder if you can predict something for me, huh?" She looked up inquiringly, still smiling, and expectant.

Professor Trelawney tensed, unable to believe his ears.

"I don't understand what you mean." She said, grabbing the shawl around her skinny neck.

"I want you to make a prophecy for me." Ellie said clearly, and the anticipation was undiminished.

Trelawney stretched her neck and saw that only the qualified column on Ellie's clipboard was still empty, so as long as Trelawney's prediction to Ellie was correct, then she would be able to raise her salary, which was specially approved by the Ministry of Magic, which made Professor Trelawney quite excited.

"Of course...... Of course...... Why refuse, in fact, I have made prophecies for every professor in the school, but I have not done it for you. Professor Trelawney expertly pulled out a crystal ball.

Zhen Zhen said, "I seem to have seen the thread of your destiny now...... The goddess Elune is protecting you, I heard it was in the eighth issue of Azeroth......"

"Okay...... What do I need to do and ask you something? Ellie said.

"It's just as we're learning how to interpret dreams in this lesson, so why don't you tell us about your recent dreams...... Professor Trelawney said.

"Okay, you also know that having a baby is a woman's difficulty...... The process is painful...... Of course, you may not know, after all, you are still single. Ellie said.

Trelawney was silent for a moment.

"As much as I love my children, I can't help but dream of when I'm suffering, so I often dream of sneaking into my son's bedroom at night and beating him under the covers to dis......courage me," Ellie explains slowly.

The Slytherin snakes shuddered, and at the same time quietly glanced at Sherlock, thinking of Sherlock's dream at the beginning, and suddenly realized that there was really a heart between mother and son.

"Mr. Sherlock, do you think this is a coincidence...... But your face is a little pale......" Fimia glanced at Sherlock, and always felt that the mother beat her son in the dream, and the son dreamed that he was beaten in the dream, which was a funny thing.

Sherlock looked embarrassed and said, "My mom has sleepwalking...... So ......"

Femia chuckled, thinking it was best a joke.

Trelawney waved her hand in the hope that Ellie could change it, so in order to show her clever divination ability, let Ellie ask a question, something about Ellie herself who wanted to ask and wanted to know.

"So...... I asked......" Ellie said as a little daughter.

"Can you help me predict when my Prince Charming will appear?" Ellie asked shyly.

Professor Trelawney put away her crystal ball, and Sherlock was embarrassed, always thinking that his mother was too fond of jokes.

"Professor Ellie is really nice, after all, who doesn't know that she is married and married to Fourmond Mephisto, wouldn't this open the way for Professor Trelawney, and now Professor Trelawney will not need to divination, and he will be able to raise his salary." Fimia said as she looked at Sherlock.

"My mother's brain circuitry is quite peculiar, and if you think so, I'm afraid you're very wrong." Sherlock said.

Sure enough, Trelawney pretended to be a magic stick, and said to Ellie in a babbling tone, "Your Prince Charming has actually appeared a long time ago, and it is Mr. Fumond Mephisto......"

Then she saw Elle write the word 'unqualified' on the clipboard.

Trelawney looked at Ellie in a daze and whispered, "What's going on?" ”

"The prophecy is inaccurate, you have disappointed me so much, Professor Trelawney." Ellie then put away her things and left the classroom.

Sherlock made a 'sure enough' look at Femia. ’

Let Fimia agree that the words of Mo Ruozi, who knows her mother, are true.

The morning light was glimmering, and weekends were always a delight, and Harry took the letter to Sirius in his hand and read it many times, making sure that no one could see in it what he was really trying to write.

Dear Godfather: I hope you are doing well, the first week back here has been good, and I'm so glad it's finally the weekend.

We have a powerful new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher, Professor Ellie Mephisto.

That's right, it's Sherlock and Asinsha's mother.

She has the light of a mother, beautiful and gentle, although she is an investigator of the Ministry of Magic and a professor of the defense class of the dark arts, but she treats the students very gently, but she treats Sherlock and Asinsha very harshly, and she is upright.

Asinsha has been in a cold war with Professor Ellie lately, and it is said that Mr. Sherlock is also under a lot of pressure......

But the students love Professor Ellie.

I'm writing to you today because the thing I wrote to tell you about last summer came back last night, and I had that dream again, and it baffled me.

We all miss our biggest friend and hope he will be back soon.

Please reply as soon as possible.

Good luck.

With a leisurely footstep, Potter arrived alone at the owl shack where Hogwarts delivered the letter.

The letter was tied, and a variegated owl fluttered its short wings and flew through the gap in the shed.

The door to the shack behind him suddenly opened, and Harry was taken aback, and turned around to see Sherlock holding a letter in his hand, and Pylos was standing on Sherlock's shoulder, and it was clear that Sherlock was also planning to send the letter.

Now the sun was high in the sky, and the silver-white sunlight crisscrossed into the round room, and in the warm golden sun, the young man's face was clear and bright.

Harry felt he should say hello.

"Good morning, Mr. Sherlock!"

Sherlock came back to his senses and looked at Harry standing next to him, "It's Harry, good morning, I didn't pay attention to you just now." ”

Sherlock tied the letter to Pelos's lap and walked to the window to release Pelos out.

"You're here to deliver the letter, too?" Harry asked.

"Uh-huh...... Actually, I'm writing to someone from the Ministry of Magic. Sherlock had no intention of hiding it, for he felt that sooner or later the contents of the letter would be made public.

"To the Ministry of Magic?" Harry asked curiously.

"Yes, it's only been a week since school started, but I really can't stand it, I have to ask the Ministry of Magic to transfer my mother out as soon as possible, and then ask them to send another Defence Against the Dark Arts professor, the Ministry of Magic has Aurors, you can send anyone you want." Sherlock couldn't help but grumble.

"But I think Professor Ellie is good." Harry couldn't help but grieve for Ellie, "Just yesterday, Professor Ellie made a very tasty dessert for us to eat, in Defense Against the Dark Arts class. ”

Sherlock nodded, "My mother has two hobbies, one is to make desserts, the other is to make potions, it can be said that my mother's ability to make desserts is as high as the ability to make potions, why do you think the desserts she makes are so delicious, is because she has a high attainment in potions, and at the same time, I am also worried that my mother will not mix up the materials, so unless it is a last resort, basically will not eat any desserts she makes." ”

Hearing Sherlock say this, Harry instantly felt a little pain in his loneliness.

"But if you write to Deputy Minister Fourmond, do you think he will transfer Professor Ellie, for I have heard Ashinsha say that in Mephisto House, Mr. Fourmond's family status is far inferior to that of Professor Ellie."

"Do you think I'm writing to my cowardly daddy? Actually, no, I'm writing to Minister Fudge, who is the Minister of Magic, and if I write to my father, this letter won't be of any use at all, but if I write to Fudge, I just need a letter from the other party to send an order. ”

Sherlock then added, "As for my mom when she gets the appointment, whether she wants to leave or not, I'll find a way to get her to leave." ”

Halipo nodded, has the mother and son been in a difficult situation?

And just then someone else came to the owl shack.

It was Asinsha and Hermione, and Asinsha had her owl in her arms, and it seemed obvious that she had also come to send a letter.

"Miss Asinsha, are you also here to send a letter? Is it for Deputy Minister Fourmond of the Ministry of Magic? Harry Potter couldn't help but ask.

"No, I'm sending a letter to Minister Fudge of the Ministry of Magic, and it's useless for my dad to write to him with that coward." Asin Sha replied truthfully, which made Harry Potter immediately admire the two brothers and sisters of the Mephisto family, worthy of being brothers and sisters, this kind of behavior is the same.

At this time, Asinsha also saw Sherlock next to her.

"Brother!"

"Sister!"

The two men slapped each other, confirming that their eyes were on the same line.

The two siblings sent out two letters with great anticipation, both of which were addressed to Fudge, the Minister of Magic, who felt two heads after receiving the letter.

Originally, he had deliberately lowered his posture, wanting to ensure his safety as much as possible at this time when Voldemort returned, and Fudge deeply understood that the current wizarding world was like a three-kingdom battle.

The Ministry of Magic is just a character that has been hollowed out, like a useless court, and some bullshit minister is just a nice name.

In such a time of crisis, as long as you can guarantee that you will survive well, it is a good luxury.

"Mr. Fourmond, I think I need to talk to you." After receiving the letter, Fudge did not meet the expectations of the Mephisto siblings, but approached Fumond to discuss it with the other party.

"Of course, Mr. Minister, what's the matter?" Fu Mund looked at Fudge who came to the door in person, and didn't understand that Fudge would not come to him unless it was a big event at this time.

"There is one thing, whether it is big or small, but I think it is better to discuss it with you if it has something to do with your family." Fudge smiled, but was actually sweating from the corners of his forehead, and he still had two letters in his hands.