Just a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

"I want to take back what I said before." George muttered with his mouth open as he looked at Sherlock who was holding his wand and confronting Malfoy.

Fred had already reacted at this time, and he said excitedly.

"I'm going to take back what I said before. I admit that I misread Professor Forrest. Percy doesn't even deserve to carry his shoes!"

Percy, who was injured again innocently, could only turn his head angrily and stare at him again.

After witnessing Malfoy being beaten, Harry and Ron's eyes were also excited.

"I think our Defence Against the Dark Arts class this semester should be pretty good!"

"It must be more interesting than Quirrell's class anyway!"

Mrs. Weasley hurriedly surrounded Sherlock to check if he was injured.

There were tears of relief in her eyes, and she couldn't say what she was excited about.

"Sherlock, you shouldn't have rushed to fight--your Uncle Weasley set you a bad example--but, boy, you're not the same as before--I don't know what to say , maybe you've grown up, but that's a good thing."

Malfoy had no chance to fight back against Sherlock at all, but Mr. Weasley's face was obviously glazed.

But even Mr. Weasley didn't focus his attention on himself. Instead, he patted Sherlock's shoulder with a complex smile full of relief, emotion, rejoicing, and joy.

"I knew that sooner or later there would be such a day of Sherlock, I knew it."

Although Sherlock had just made a move that was completely inconsistent with his previous character, his current response was still very cold.

"People always grow up, and it's not too late for me now, and that person just made a rude remark."

He was creating an image of being cold on the outside and hot on the inside, so that the gap between the Weasleys wouldn't be too big, and his personality change wouldn't be too abrupt in the future, making them uncomfortable.

Then he walked to the bookshelf, took out a few textbooks that he would use in the first grade this year, and put them in front of the cashier to pay.

"Freshmen should try to use new textbooks as much as possible, just treat it as my welcome gift."

Sherlock took out the old textbook from Ginny's cauldron, put it back into the stack of old books, and put the new textbook into her cauldron under Ginny's twinkling star's eyes.

"I hope you can work hard after entering school. I have other things to do next. I'll talk about being a guest later. I'll go first."

After he finished speaking, he did not wait for Mrs. Weasley to hold him back, and walked away from the Lichen Bookstore.

The Weasleys and Harry looked at Sherlock's back and felt that the straight back was inexplicably handsome.

Mr. Weasley looked at the new book in Ginny's Crucible and said with a sigh.

"Sherlock has really become a little different from before. Sally will be very happy to see him like this."

Mrs Weasley wiped her tears.

"Poor child, he must have suffered a lot when he has been living alone and can be so sensible."

Harry and Ron were excitedly discussing how to laugh at his father for being beaten up after school started.

George and Fred are imitating Sherlock's punch, saying it's more handsome than beating an enemy with a spell, and they're planning to come up with a magic boxing glove.

Ginny was happily flipping through her new textbook, Hermione was drawn to a book about the history of Hogwarts, and Percy was looking for a book on how prefects should manage students.

They didn't leave the bookstore together until Hagrid, the guard of the Forbidden Forest at Hogwarts, passed by and greeted them.

But no one noticed that the pile of old books Sherlock put back from Ginny's cauldron,

There is a diary lying quietly in the pile of books, as if it had been there all along.

Until two days later, a stern old witch brought his timid grandson to the Lihen Bookstore.

"These old notebooks usually record the wisdom of predecessors. Some of them will be of great help to you. You can pick a few and buy them home, Neville."

"I, I know grandma."

The weak boy hurriedly dug out a few notebooks from the pile of old books, and paid the clerk with his new textbooks.

He also did not find that one of the most worn diaries actually contained not a single word.

......

Sherlock planned to leave Diagon Alley as soon as he came out of the bookstore.

The burning sensation in his left arm was most noticeable when he touched Malfoy, but then gradually subsided, and now there is no response at all.

There is something weird in this matter, so he wants to go home quickly, and while studying his left arm, he will turn over the original owner's diary to see if he has any key information that he has missed.

I got the custom-made robe from Mrs. Malkin's robe shop, and I brought back the owl that I had paid for before from the magical animal pet shop.

Sherlock ended the trip to Diagon Alley.

After he got home, he went directly to the bathroom and took off his entire body. Then he looked into the full-length mirror and saw that there was indeed an unusual thing on his left arm.

It was a crescent-like birthmark, not small in size, occupying more than one-third of the skin above his left arm.

Sherlock didn't notice this thing before, until he encountered Malfoy's mark and it became hot, he was sure that this mark didn't seem to be as simple as a birthmark.

But he didn't know what the thing was doing to him, not even why it got hot after seeing Malfoy.

It took a day for Sherlock to read through the original owner's diary carefully, and also found a lot of experimental records of the original owner's magic experiments in the study.

However, no information about this imprint was found, only some clues were found in a photo of the original owner when he was a student.

From a photo of a bare arm, he determined that the mark was already on the original owner's arm before he crossed here.

But why did the imprint seem to have no problems in the twenty years the original owner lived, but after he saw Malfoy, it started to get hot?

Sherlock couldn't figure it out, and he didn't have time to study it carefully.

Because the time has quietly come to the end of August.

Tomorrow is September 1st, the day Hogwarts begins.

Sherlock had to pack up and get ready to head to the magic school.

Because the last time Professor McGonagall visited, he left him a ticket.

So the only way he knew how to get to Hogwarts was to go to King's Cross and take the train called the Hogwarts Express.