Just a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

Early in the morning on September 1, Sherlock packed his belongings and boarded the train to London from the railway station in Surrey.

The place where he lives is not far from the city of London, and it took only thirty minutes on the road to reach King's Cross Station.

With the ticket that Professor McGonagall gave him, Sherlock easily found the wall between Platform Nine and Platform Ten.

There have been a lot of people who can clearly see that there are some special people gathered here.

For example, a group of children pushing carts, most of them with an owl on it, and some adults dressed in strange looks.

They wore dark robes, and some even wore pointed hats that can only be seen in drama clubs, which attracted the attention of many passers-by.

"I warned you about Sevier, put away your damn hat when you get to the Muggle station! These Muggles just think your pretty hat is weird!"

Beside the witch with the pointed hat, her husband, who was wearing a suit on the top and beach shorts on the bottom, glared at her and muttered softly.

The witch took off her hat from her head in dissatisfaction.

"Why do I think these people seem to be looking at you?"

"Bullshit! I'm dressing like a normal Muggle, do you think it's Vicky?"

Hearing his father's question, the fifth-year Hogwarts student covered his face, and now he just wanted to find a crack and get in quickly.

He had already reminded his parents at home, but the result was still the same.

Sherlock couldn't help laughing when he saw this family's performance, but he was professionally trained after all, so he didn't laugh easily.

In order not to attract attention, these wizards who came to send their children to school did not gather together and stay put.

Rather, it was rather casual loitering around the station, waiting for everyone to separate through the magic wall.

Even if some of them dress strangely, when they pass through the platform of nine and a quarter three, those Muggles who have been paying attention to them will be unaware and divert their attention from these people.

Then it was as if I had forgotten about it, as if nothing had happened.

This is the effect of the Muggle Repelling Charm. Generally, wizards will use this magic when they have large gatherings, or when they cannot avoid Muggles, so that their behavior and identity will not be exposed.

The wizards with the children entered the platform nine and three-quarters in an orderly manner, and soon it was Sherlock's turn who was also waiting.

He didn't have many things in his hand, only a simple suitcase.

As for the owl he bought specially for sending letters, he had already let it fly to Hogwarts by itself yesterday.

Holding the suitcase in his hand, and looking at the plain wall in front of him, Sherlock let out a small breath, and then trotted all the way forward.

Just when the tip of his nose was less than ten centimeters away from the wall, he subconsciously closed his eyes, but his steps did not slow down.

The next moment, he seemed to have passed through something, and it seemed like he had passed through nothing.

But the surrounding voices have become different.

Animals made more calls, including owls, cats, and even the "squeaks" of mice.

The noisy conversations of people also sounded in his ears, most of which were parents giving uneasy warnings to their children.

Sherlock opened his eyes.

The thick smoke of the steam train wafted in the sky above the chattering crowd, and cats of various colors were dressed at the feet of the people, or the wizards in modern clothes or in medieval robes said goodbye to their children in front of the platform.

When Sherlock saw this scene that was completely different from ordinary people's society, the corner of his mouth could not help evoking an upward arc,

With a shrug, he stepped onto the Hogwarts Express alone with his suitcase in hand.

There were still many empty cars in front, but Sherlock kept walking towards the back of the train until he came to the last car and found a compartment inside to sit down.

It takes at least a whole day from the train to Hogwarts.

Taking advantage of this time, he didn't do anything else, but took out a quill and parchment from the suitcase, placed it on the table, and then quietly leaned back in the chair and closed his eyes and meditated.

Sherlock was trying to remember, he didn't remember much of the original plot.

In the entire series of Harry Potter, except for the first book that he read in the original English version, the other six books are all learned through the short videos of movie explanations.

This led him to have a very one-sided knowledge of the plot direction of the original work.

The finale will definitely be remembered.

Good beats evil, and the boy who survived beat the Dark Lord Voldemort.

But in the details of each specific story, he really can't remember how many.

After thinking until the train started, Sherlock took a quill and wrote two words on the parchment.

"The Chamber of Secrets", "The Basilisk".

These are the only impressions he has of the second Harry Potter book.

It is roughly as if a secret room in Hogwarts was opened and a large snake named "basilisk" was released, which has been attacking students at Hogwarts throughout the school year. .

However, it seems that none of the students in the last castle died because of this. The conspiracy seems to be related to the mysterious man Voldemort.

What happened to the rest, he really couldn't remember at all.

Not being able to recall anything more, Sherlock simply stopped racking his brains. He pulled out his wand and tapped lightly on the parchment with "The Chamber of Secrets" and "Basilisk" written on it.

The piece of paper instantly shattered into a mass of scraps of paper.

The Smashing Spell is the most difficult of the basic spells, and it is also one of the spells that Sherlock has been able to use proficiently.

After he opened the car window and threw the pile of paper scraps out, he suddenly found that there was a Ford sedan flying in the sky just above the moving train!

In the car, he could clearly see the cheerful faces of Harry and Ron.

Harry seemed to see him too, and waved at him excitedly.

Sherlock's eyes widened slightly, and it was only at this time that he remembered that Harry and Ron driving the flying car to school seemed to be part of the original plot.

He squinted at the car that gradually lifted into the sky above his head and gradually turned into a small black spot, and couldn't help but sigh.

"Good guy, still young people can play."

Then he muttered again.

"Did they reach their destination safely afterward? I guess so."

Harry and Ron are really having fun at this time!

"I think I saw Professor Forrest on the train just now!" Harry said happily.

Ron was sitting in the driver's seat, like an old driver, and he could not help whistling.

"Then he must be impressed by us now!"

"Not only the professors, but everyone at Hogwarts will be impressed by us!"