Just a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

Not only Sherlock, Harry and Ron driving the flying car in the sky, but also many other little wizards on the train saw it.

This really sparked a huge discussion among the crowd.

But none of this has anything to do with Sherlock alone in the carriage.

After making sure that he couldn't recall any more episodes, he reopened the suitcase and took out a third-year Defense Against the Dark Arts textbook, flipping through it and making notes on it.

His teaching plan has already taken a preliminary shape, although at his level, he must not be able to teach any profound magic.

But a normal classroom still has to do it.

The sun rising high in the sky gradually slanted westward.

At noon, Sherlock just bought a piece of chocolate from the snack cart to fill his stomach, and then continued to perfect his lesson plan.

The night soon filled the entire sky.

The train's crew also notified the entire car through the radio at this time that they would reach Hogwarts in ten minutes.

Sherlock stood up from his seat, stretched, and put the book and quill back into the suitcase, then took off his daily clothes and put on a wizard's robe.

The speed of the train became slower and slower, and finally came to a complete stop.

Sherlock stood out among the group of little wizards and got off the train with the crowd.

In front of the dilapidated small platform, a figure much taller than ordinary people was already standing here waiting.

After seeing the students get off the bus, he said loudly in that rough voice.

"First-year freshman! Come to me!"

The freshmen, who were at a loss at first, immediately found their backbone and gathered towards this obvious landmark.

Suddenly, the "landmark" seemed to have made a major discovery, and he walked quickly towards Sherlock's direction.

"Oh! Sherlock! It's really you! I've heard about you coming to teach at Hogwarts, but I didn't expect you to come by train!"

The person in charge of guiding the new students is naturally the key keeper of Hogwarts and Hagrid, who is also the guard of the Forbidden Forest.

He walked over to Sherlock and hugged him very enthusiastically.

It wasn't actually a hug, because when he hugged Sherlock, Sherlock's face could only be pressed against his belly.

"Professor McGonagall just gave me the ticket." Sherlock said lightly after breaking free from Hagrid's embrace.

He also seemed to be very familiar with the relationship between Hagrid and the original owner, and he was not too surprised now.

This is Hogwarts after all, where the original owner studied for seven years. He may not have many friends, but he will definitely have one or two acquaintances, and other professors at Hogwarts will definitely know him.

The freshmen who followed Hagrid were looking at Sherlock with curious eyes. They could hear from Hagrid's words that the handsome but cold-looking man in front of them was their professor. I just don't know which subject to teach.

"Go to the castle, Dumbledore is waiting for you in the Great Hall!"

Hagrid smiled and waved goodbye to Sherlock, then took the new door to a path in the woods next to him.

Sherlock followed the old students to the other side, where there was a large group of ugly horse-drawn carriages with black wings.

This is the first time that the second-year students use this type of transportation to return to school. In the eyes of most people, they don't seem to see those ugly horses, but can only see carriages.

"Can you see Thestrals? Professor Forrest."

It was Hermione who asked Sherlock.

Now she's on her own because Harry and Ron are off to drive the flying car.

passed her question,

Sherlock only learned the name of this magical creature, and recalled that when he was at home, he had seen the introduction of this creature through a book devoted to the introduction of magical animals.

The Thestral, a magical animal with unknown meaning, can only be seen by those who have seen death with their own eyes.

No matter whether Sherlock was in his previous life or traveled here, he never saw any human death scene.

The only possible explanation for the past is that he himself has died once, which is obviously more serious than seeing other people die.

Facing Hermione's question, he replied softly.

"It's not a good thing to be able to see this creature."

Hermione saw Sherlock's performance in Diagon Alley, and knew that his character was not really as cold as it appeared on the surface, but he was actually a very good person.

"Harry and Ron are too bold!" Hermione couldn't help complaining angrily when they got into a Thestral carriage with Sherlock.

"They only know how to be fun and show off, but they don't know how much trouble it will cause Mr. Weasley to see that flying car!"

Sherlock was quite interested in chatting with this little girl. Compared with the two troublemakers Harry and Ron, Hermione was obviously more sensible than them or even other peers.

"If they knew that, they wouldn't be Harry Potter and Ron Weasley."

The Thestral dragged them to the gates of Hogwarts, Sherlock and Hermione got out of the carriage, and the students, led by their prefects, entered the school, and finally entered the castle.

Sherlock followed behind the students, preventing himself from getting lost in the castle and making big jokes.

When he came to the door of the auditorium, his heart finally couldn't help but get nervous.

Walking into this door, he will meet the headmaster of this magic school, one of the ceilings of combat power in the whole story, and the person with the deepest scheming (subjective impression from the movie commentary).

Whether or not he will reveal flaws or tricks depends on whether he can pass his test.

Sherlock sighed softly, followed behind the students, and walked into the auditorium hall.

There are four long tables in the center of the auditorium, and the little wizards who enter here sit on different long tables according to the position of their respective academies.

The dining room was lit by thousands of candles floating in mid-air above the tables, and four tables were set with gleaming gold plates and goblets.

There is another long table on the upper table of the dining room, which is the seat of the teachers.

When Sherlock looked there, all the Hogwarts professors sitting at the long table were also looking at him.

Sitting in the middle is an old man with a large tuft of white beard and oddly shaped half-moon glasses.

The amiable old man who looked like the old grandpa next door smiled and looked at Sherlock's eyes and waved to him at the same time.