Just a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

Harry was currently at the Weasley's house, listening to Percy show off the big names he had met since joining the Ministry of Magic.

"...You can't understand Mr. Crouch's demeanor unless you see it with your own eyes. Before becoming the Director of the International Magical Cooperation Department, he was the Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. That was the Ministry of Magic's first It's an important position. If Mr. Crouch hadn't had some accidents in his family, he would be the one sitting in the position of Minister of Magic. Of course, I'm not saying that Minister Fudge didn't do a good job. He is still very good. It's magic. There are few good ministers.”

Percy was eloquently praising his immediate boss, Barty Crouch, and at the same time he did not forget to praise the current Minister of Magic, Fudge.

George on the side said with a frown.

"Okay, stop flattering Percy, we are at home now, and the two respected Directors and Ministers cannot hear what you are saying."

Fred also smiled and agreed.

"Or if you really want to brag about someone, you can try to brag about dad. He is also the office director of a department after all."

"Oh, how is that possible? Fred, a little office manager, even if he is our father, is not worthy of the praise of the great Percy."

"Ah, yes, if he really flatters dad like this, dad will probably be so flattered that he can't sleep for three days. After all, he is Lord Percy, the new employee of the Ministry of Magic!"

Faced with the twins' eccentric annoyance, Percy never had any room to reply. He just blushed, snorted, turned around and left the living room.

He graduated from Hogwarts this year with extremely excellent wizard grades, especially an O in Defense Against the Dark Arts.

Although people who get an O are rare, it is not uncommon. Especially this year, the passing rate of students taking Defense Against the Dark Arts exceeded 80%, which shocked the officials in charge of the Wizarding Level Examination at the Ministry of Magic.

But Percy got an O just because the best score was O. He got the best score, but it doesn't mean that the best score is his true level.

Regarding this, the examiner who conducted his practical examination was well aware of this, and repeatedly emphasized to the office director of the Auror Command that if Percy had the intention of entering the Ministry of Magic, he must be recruited to the Auror Command. .

However, Percy did enter the Ministry of Magic, but he had no interest in the Auror Command, where he worked like a dog all day long and received mediocre treatment in the end. Instead, he joined the international magical cooperation, which is easier to achieve political achievements in peacetime. manage.

The Auror Command was naturally very sorry about this, and Percy, who was competed by several departments during the interview at the Ministry of Magic, was now even more arrogant.

He couldn't help bragging when he got home, and the Weasley twins naturally didn't like him either.

Harry couldn't say he disliked Percy's character, but he didn't like him either.

After seeing him leave in despair, Ron and he laughed together.

There were two girls sitting on the other sofa, Hermione and Ginny.

Hermione also came to the Burrow at the end of this summer vacation. Mr. Weasley obtained several tickets for the Quidditch World Cup finals from the Ministry of Magic and specially invited her and Harry to watch the game.

"But Percy did get many certificates in the Ultimate Wizarding Level Examination." Hermione's eyes showed a look of yearning when she spoke.

Ron pouted.

"Don't worry, Professor Forrest will not leave Hogwarts. When you are in fifth grade, you will be like him, waving a dozen certificates to show off to us." Gu

George and Fred were obviously afraid of their topic and kept looking in the direction of the kitchen, but Hermione and Ron's conversation still attracted Mrs. Weasley out.

"Don't you think people with more than a dozen certificates are worth showing off? Ron." Mrs. Weasley continued to talk about Ron, but her eyes were actually waiting for the twins fiercely, "Those two like you Brother, what else can you get besides that Defense Against the Dark Arts certificate! Thank you to Sherlock for not giving up on you two troublemakers who spend all day tinkering with embarrassing gadgets! "

George and Fred listened to their mother's instructions honestly, but in fact they looked at each other, sticking out their tongues and making faces at each other.

Mrs. Weasley was so angry, of course, not only because of their unsatisfactory results in the Intermediate Wizarding Examination, but also because she found a long list of orders for magical joke props from their bedroom a few days ago, thinking that they would all use their own I focus on studying these things, but there is no time to think about learning.

Mrs. Weasley's anger faded as quickly as it came on. Without saying a few words, she returned to the kitchen and focused on tonight's dinner.

The twins didn't dare to stay in the living room for too long, for fear that their mother would think of this problem and come out to nag her some more, and then they would sneak back to their bedroom and tinker with something.

Ginny also went to the kitchen to help her mother, leaving Harry and the three of them alone in the living room.

"I wonder if Professor Forrester will also go to the Quidditch match." Hermione asked in a daze.

After two consecutive years of Wizarding Level Examinations, in which Hogwarts students all achieved exceptionally good results in Defense Against the Dark Arts, she now wished that Sherlock could serve as a professor of all subjects at the same time and combine the examination techniques of each subject. Taught it all to her.

Ron said affirmatively.

"Yes! I heard my father say before that he originally planned to send a ticket to Professor Forrester, but the professor's friend in the Ministry of Magic had already given it to him, so he didn't bother to do anything more. "

Speaking of Sherlock, Harry's eyes suddenly lit up.

He remembered something that they had forgotten to tell Ron and Hermione after meeting them.

"I visited Professor Forrest's house a week ago, and met a...sister at the professor's house."

He struggled with the name for a long time, and finally chose this name.

Hermione shrugged it off.

"Perhaps someone happened to be a guest at the professor's house and you met him? Don't spread rumors."

Harry shook his head and said.

"No! Absolutely not! It was in the morning when I found the professor. The professor was having breakfast with the sister named Hilke. She obviously stayed at the professor's house overnight!"

Ron and Hermione looked at each other. When Harry said this, both of them were immediately tempted to gossip.

Harry stuck his head out and continued speaking in a deliberately lowered voice.

"And you have seen this Sister Silk before!"