Just a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

Harry and Ron didn't have the joy of the day at all at this time.

Whether the students at Hogwarts were impressed by them, they didn't know.

But when Snape caught them, he expressed his admiration for them sullenly.

"Sure enough, it's Harry Potter, who is very capable, and Ron Weasley, who doesn't give his family peace of mind. Do you think you can avoid punishment by doing this?"

Harry and the others look really miserable now.

The clothes on both of them were tattered, almost torn into rags.

Ron's wand was broken into two pieces, leaving only a few strands of wood that barely made it a whole one.

His arm was also bent in an irregular shape, and the pain of the fracture made his face pale, his lips trembling uncontrollably, and a small moan could not be avoided in his throat.

Harry was supporting Ron by the side, and he wasn't doing too well.

Blood was all over his head, and he looked even more serious than Ron from the outside.

The car suddenly lost control as it approached Hogwarts, taking the two of them into the hitting willow tree behind the castle.

The enchanted willow tree felt like it was threatened with its own life, and attacked Harry and Ron in the car as if going mad.

Although the two of them escaped by luck, they also turned into the miserable appearance they are today.

Harry was only feeling dizzy and nauseous in his stomach now.

The wound on his head wasn't the battering willow, but when the car hit it, the force smashed his head against the windshield.

He said weakly.

"Professor, I think we now..."

"Shut up!"

Snape cut in coldly what he was trying to say.

"Wait here for me! Don't go anywhere!"

He settled them in a cubicle next to the auditorium, and then hurried out. Before Harry and the others waited, Snape returned with two potion bottles in his hands.

"Drink it!"

He put two bottles of potion in front of Harry and Ron respectively.

Seeing that it was the potion he handed over, Harry instinctively doubted and resisted.

But looking at Snape's stance that if he didn't drink the bottle right away, he would pry open his mouth with pliers and pour himself into his mouth, and he had to overcome his own psychological barrier.

Closing his eyes, he blew out the bottle of potion in one go.

The potion worked very quickly, and Harry's originally pale lips became rosy after drinking the potion, his mind was no longer dizzy, and the wound wasn't so painful.

Seeing that even Harry had drank Snape's potion, Ron stretched out his intact arm and poured the medicine into his stomach tremblingly.

Soon, the pain on his body subsided, but the broken arm still hadn't grown back, but the overall situation was better than before.

When Harry and Ron found out that Snape was actually helping them, a rare sense of gratitude arose in their hearts.

However, this kind of gratitude has not yet been produced, and Snape's next words make them feel that their brains are not eaten by dogs, and they will be grateful to him.

"Come to Hogwarts in an illegally modified car, seen by countless Muggles on the road, in today's paper, and damaged a very precious beating willow at school. Not bad! Potter!"

"It's a pity that you are not students of my college, and I have no right to make the decision to expel you. But I will go and find the person who really has this pleasant privilege. You wait here for me!"

said,

He left the compartment with a satisfied smile, leaving only Harry and Ron looking at each other.

"That willow tree is really crazy! It's trying to kill us!" said Ron.

Harry was carefully wiping the blood from his face with the cloth strip on his body.

"It's not that it wants to kill us, it's that it thinks we want to kill it."

"Why are we so unlucky today? There is a problem with the platform wall, the car is also a problem, and I was almost killed by a willow tree!"

"You missed one more thing, and we are likely to be expelled from Hogwarts next."

Having said this, both of them fell silent.

They have already desperately guessed in their hearts that this time it seems that they really made a big mistake, and even Professor McGonagall and Dumbledore will not forgive them.

Of course Dumbledore wouldn't fire either of them.

After coming to the cubicle and learning what happened from their mouths, he handed over the power to punish them to Professor McGonagall.

And he himself returned with Snape and continued to attend the opening dinner that was not over yet.

In the auditorium, the students had already filled their stomachs, and Sherlock ended his chat with Professor Flitwick.

It was a small talk, but in fact, most of the time, this little professor was rambled to teach him how to deal with the experience of the skinny children at Hogwarts. Sherlock just nodded and echoed a few words.

"I know you're tired by this time, and really want to go back to the warm lounge for a good night's sleep, but I'd still like to ask this annoying old man to babble a few more words."

Dumbledore stood up, and his voice spread to every corner of the auditorium.

"Happily, a new teacher has joined our team this year. Professor Forrest, he is glad to fill the vacancy of the Defence Against the Dark Arts professor, and will teach you related knowledge from tomorrow."

The applause from the audience was not warm, but it was also not thin either.

Sherlock's excellent appearance made him win the first impression of many girls at Hogwarts.

As headmaster, Dumbledore doesn't actually have that many tirade.

After a brief introduction to Sherlock, he emphasized a few things that are emphasized every year, and announced the end of the dinner.

The students chatted away from the Great Hall and returned to the lounges of their respective houses, while Sherlock was led by Filch, the Keeper of the Castle, to his future residence and office at Hogwarts.

"Professor Forrest, I still remember you. When you didn't graduate, I thought you were the most promising student at the time. Sure enough, you are now a professor at Hogwarts."

Filch's words were filled with compliments, but Sherlock didn't show any emotion and said lightly.

"I said when I graduated that I would return to this castle, and now I'm just fulfilling my promise."

Then, he asked casually.

"Are you still patrolling the castle tonight?"

Filch usually only dared to show his prestige in front of students, but in the real professor, he became the most polite person in the entire castle.

"On the first night of the new school, sometimes some disobedient students will come out and run around, so after sending you to your residence, I will check it briefly in the castle."

Sherlock nodded slightly, he said casually and plainly.

"I'll take a walk in the castle with you later. It's been three years since I left here. I want to get acquainted with the environment here again."