Just a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

Harry woke up at 1am on August 1st.

His brain triggered the protective consciousness, and fortunately, he used coma to protect him from his birthday until the early morning of the next day.

Anyway, he didn't know what happened when he was unconscious.

When Harry woke up, Sherlock and Kingsley were staring at him. Harry looked at them in confusion at first, and then jumped up from his chair.

"Where's the cloaked monster! And the horse face! Where's the horse-faced monster!"

Sherlock looked at him doubtfully.

"The cloaked monster is a dementor. It is the jailer of Azkaban and has left long ago. As for the horse-faced monster... what is that?"

Harry danced excitedly and described it to them with his own face.

"It's a monster with a face that looks exactly like a horse, pink curly hair, and a scary smile!"

After hearing his words, Sherlock and Kingsley looked at each other, and they both saw speechless looks in each other's eyes.

"The one you are talking about should be Tonks. She is a natural disguised Animagus. She can change her face into any shape." Kingsley muttered, "By the way, why did she turn into a horse?" To scare you?"

"She's not a monster, she's a human!" Harry gasped, obviously still in shock.

Sherlock patted him on the shoulder and comforted him.

"Don't be so nervous Harry, this is the Ministry of Magic, or the Auror Command of the Ministry of Magic. There is no safer place than here."

Harry slowly came to his senses and scratched his hair.

"Yeah, this is the Ministry of Magic...wait! Why is my hair so sticky!"

With a bad look on his face, he put the hand that had just touched his hair to his nose and smelled it, and smelled a sweet chocolate smell.

Tonks was so nervous that she didn't use the cleaning spell in the right place, leaving some cocoa still on Harry's head.

Sherlock almost laughed out loud at Harry's embarrassment, he raised his wand and said.

"Okay, Harry, you can choose two cleaning methods now, one is a cleaning spell, and the other is I will conjure some water for you and you can clean it yourself."

Harry said dully.

"It's better to use a cleaning spell. Just water probably won't clean it clean at all."

Sherlock used a cleaning spell to clean up his hair again. Only then did Harry realize that everything was due to his naivety.

I actually thought that Sherlock's crow's beak disappeared. The reason why it was temporarily disabled on the French highway that day must have been for some other special reason.

At this time, in the entire Auror Command, there are only a few Aurors still working the night shift, and everyone else has gone home from get off work.

Harry had only now gotten to know Kingsley and knew that he was an Auror at the Ministry of Magic.

"Let's go, I'll take you to a good Muggle restaurant for a late-night snack. We always loved to eat there when we came back from missions."

Kingsley took them to a 24-hour restaurant in London and treated them to a feast.

By the way, in order to make up for Harry's birthday that was over, they asked for a small cake and planned to sing a happy birthday song to him together. However, Harry threatened his life and tried his best to dissuade him.

Harry, who managed to survive safely, was finally sent back to Dursley's home by Sherlock due to mental exhaustion. During this period, Harry successfully interrupted a professor's "I wish you a good night's sleep" curse.

But Harry's bad luck doesn't seem to be over yet.

The next day, Aunt Marge woke up and found Harry back at the Dursleys' house, and she was extremely sarcastic about him.

Harry never spoke back. He had long been accustomed to these words, and he couldn't feel any anger in his heart.

After that, except for one time when he came out of his room during lunch, he stayed in his room to open the birthday present that Hermione, Ron and Hagrid sent him by owl last night.

Although Hermione was in France, she sent him a broomstick repair kit via Owl Express, which made Harry extremely happy.

He had always wanted to go to Diagon Alley to buy this, but had no chance. Unexpectedly, Hermione actually gave it to him as a birthday present.

Ron sent him a local specialty magic item from Egypt - a pocket looking glass. According to him, this thing can detect whether there are untrustworthy people around the wizard, and if so, it will sound an alarm.

Hagrid gave Harry a book that could bite people, which kept him busy for a long time before he restrained the book and prevented it from rushing out of the room and causing trouble for him.

Sherlock's gift he had received yesterday was a new birdcage for Hedwig, and Hedwig looked very satisfied with it inside.

But Harry couldn't stay in his room all day. At dinner time, he could only go out and have dinner with Aunt Petunia and her family, and that annoying Aunt Marge.

During this meal Aunt Maggie's talk became more and more outrageous because of her drinking.

She immediately started humiliating Harry's parents.

"You see it's always been like this with raising dogs. If there's something wrong with the bitch, there must be something wrong with the puppy too!"

The wine bottle in Aunt Maggie's hand suddenly exploded.

Petunia and Vernon were startled, they knew what was happening. Vernon looked pale and kept trying to change the subject, while signaling that Harry could go back to his room.

Dudley stared at all this with his mouth wide open.

Harry's hands were shaking constantly, and he lowered his head, trying not to let the people at the table see his expression.

He had to endure it, not only because underage wizards could not use magic outside of school, but also because he needed Aunt Petunia to sign the parental consent form for him to leave school during Hogsmeade Week in the third grade.

He had to endure these humiliations honestly, the humiliation of him and his parents!

Until Aunt Marge said contemptuously that his father was a worthless, useless, lazy beggar, Harry finally couldn't continue to pretend that he didn't hear anything.

He had a fierce argument with Aunt Marge, and then the magic in his body could no longer be controlled, turning her into a hydrogen balloon and floating to the ceiling.

The Dursleys' house was in a complete mess, and Harry could no longer suppress the rage in his heart.

He rushed back to his room, packed all his things into a box, and planned to escape from here.

Vernon stopped him.

"You're not allowed to leave!" he roared, "Get things done!"

Harry pulled out his wand and pointed it at Vernon, breathing heavily.

"She deserves it! You'd better stay away from me!"

Harry rushed past Vernon, who didn't dare to stop him, and walked into the dark and quiet street alone with the box and Hedwig's cage.

He ran to Sherlock's door with a rage, but no one responded to him no matter how he rang the doorbell or shouted Sherlock's name.

Sherlock was not at home tonight.

Harry could only continue to drag the box and walk aimlessly along the street.

Until a magic bus drove in front of him.

......

Sherlock stayed at home all day, but he chose the night time to go out and find an uninhabited open space to test the effects of some ranged and powerful spells under the floating wand casting system.

Of course, he would not conduct this kind of experiment in his own home. It would be easy for Muggles to discover it during the day, so he specially chose this time period to conduct the experiment.

The two wands were floating around him flexibly. The farthest distance Sherlock could control it to reach was about ten meters.

If it was farther, the control magic would lose its effectiveness directly, causing the wand to fall to the ground.

But the distance of ten meters was enough for him to flexibly conduct many special attempts.

Spreading the wands and floating to the extreme distance of ten meters, Sherlock recited the spell.

"Thunder Explosion."

"Boom!"

A huge explosion sounded in the open space, and the orange-yellow flames illuminated an area of ​​more than ten meters in radius, and also illuminated Sherlock's face.

A normal weakened explosion spell cannot exert such a great power.

But for a spell like this, quantity is equal to quality. The power of the two explosion spells is superimposed, and the movement produced is enough to be on par with the explosion spell under normal casting.

And if more wands are controlled later, the continuous bombardment of this magic will definitely be a very artistic picture.

After a series of tests in the wild, Sherlock returned home in the middle of the night.

Then in August, he resumed his home life.

His main activity was to study various books on defense against the dark arts in the study. Now his theoretical level of defense has basically reached the level of the original owner.

Especially the two books written by the original owner, with some notes and materials left by the original owner when he was writing, he now has a complete understanding of them.

If he had to rely on constantly making test papers and doing questions last semester to barely cope with the defense against the dark arts class for senior grades, now he can already give some more in-depth theoretical explanations.

There is no need to be stage-frightened in high-end magic theory.

Of course, whether the teaching ideas for senior grades should be changed depends on the results of the students' wizard level exams after the start of school.

If the test-oriented education method can also show good results in wizard exams, then Sherlock will not change his teaching method. He will only add some interesting things on the basis of the original class to make the study of defense against the dark arts more vivid and interesting.

August passed quickly, and on August 31, Sherlock was ready to leave for Diagon Alley.

He went to Ollivander's Wand Shop and first took back the 50 wands for which he had paid a deposit.