Just a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

"Do you still remember that at the beginning of last semester, we met the black-robed witch who was looking for Professor Forrest in the auditorium? It was her!"

Silk's outfit was very conspicuous in Hogwarts. After Harry's reminder, Hermione and Ron only recalled the figure shrouded in black robes for a moment.

"That sister's name is Hilke?"

Hermione didn't know what to call her, so she just called her sister like Harry.

"Professor Forrester introduced her as Vera Silk. She is very beautiful, more beautiful than all the girls in Hogwarts, but she seems to be blind and has a ribbon covering her eyes."

Ron's eyes sparkled with gossip.

"She is Professor Forrester's girlfriend? I haven't heard of any professor in Hogwarts who has family members!"

Harry shook his head and said hesitantly.

"The sister said that she and the professor are friends, but it's not clear if they are not friends."

"Even if they haven't reached that kind of relationship yet, their relationship is definitely not ordinary. They all live together."

"We can see if the professor takes her with him when we go to the Quidditch match tomorrow."

"good idea!"

The three of them were chatting about Sherlock's gossip on the sofa. Soon Mrs. Weasley had prepared dinner. There were already a lot of people in the Weasley family, but now that there were two more people in the Weasley family, it became even more lively. .

After dinner, they went to bed early. Just after midnight, when it was still dark, Mrs. Weasley shook them awake and prepared to go to the Quidditch World Cup venue.

There was no need for Sherlock to be in such a hurry.

He slept until noon. When he woke up, there was a "ping ping ping ping" sound coming from the kitchen, which Sherlock was not surprised about.

Ever since Hilke failed to cook last time, he has been extremely entangled in this matter, as if he didn't deserve to sit at the same table as Sherlock to eat if he couldn't cook.

Every chance I got, I walked into the kitchen with a cookbook floating around me, trying to figure out how to make a creamy soup or not burn an egg.

But as smart as she is, there are things she isn't good at.

That natural keen intuition seemed to disappear after entering the kitchen. When to add seasonings, when to turn over, when to use high heat and when to use low heat, I was completely confused.

In the end, Sherlock came to help her clean up the mess.

"Why do you have to insist on learning to cook? Just leave this kind of thing to me."

Silk leaned against the wall, pursed his lips, and watched Sherlock skillfully direct the kitchen knife to cut the broccoli into small pieces. He recalled the time when he taught him to fold paper airplanes in the Leaky Cauldron.

"What time do we leave?" she asked softly.

Sherlock glanced at the clock in the living room and estimated the time.

"Let's go after eating. We still need to set up a tent when we get there, although it won't take long."

"Your student has passed?"

"You mean Harry? They do have to go there very early, after all, they have to use the portkey. The place we camp is next to the Weasley family's camp. I can introduce them to you then. Although those children He is not an obedient baby, but he is very cute, and Mr. and Mrs. Weasley are also good people. "

Now that Hilke has chosen to take root in the UK, Sherlock doesn't want her to remain the same taciturn person as before.

After all, you still need to get to know more friends before your personality becomes cheerful.

They simply settled their lunch and used apparation directly to arrive at a desolate swamp.

In normal times, this place would be inaccessible, and not many people would choose to come here for a picnic even in broad daylight. However, the forest deep in the swamp seemed very lively at this time.

The person guarding the entrance was a middle-aged man. There were many wizards walking around. He was obviously a Muggle.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Roberts." Sherlock stepped forward to greet him.

The Muggle named Roberts glanced at him, his eyes a little confused, and it took him two or three seconds to react after hearing the greeting.

"Oh, yes, good afternoon, sir, you have reserved a tent, right?"

His behavior was obviously the sequelae of being cast many forgetting spells in a short period of time. Sherlock didn't know whether it was the clever leader of the Ministry of Magic who came up with the idea of ​​finding a Muggle here to sell tents.

"Sherlock Forrest, I have reserved two tents for one night."

Roberts looked at Silke beside Sherlock and was stunned for a while. He had never seen such a beautiful girl, much prettier than the stars in the movie, but it was a pity that she was blind.

He shook his head, and after coming to his senses, he found Sherlock's name on the reservation form attached to the pole.

"You can pay now, Mr. Forrest."

Sherlock looked at the confused Muggle, took out a few pounds from his pocket and gave them to him.

While Roberts was looking for money, there was a sudden explosion behind him.

The huge Irish Quidditch team emblem, a shamrock pattern suddenly exploded, countless flashes of green light, and shiny things were flying everywhere.

Cheers rang out, and several wizards in green robes ran out of the woods, shouting.

"The Irish team must win!"

Behind them, a louder cheer came from the forest shrouded in mist, which was also mixed with suppressed boos.

Roberts was obviously frightened. He saw those magical animals with green wings that looked like sequins from a distance but looked like magic fairies up close. Their whole bodies were trembling and their lips were pale.

"Oh my God! I knew something was wrong! This is so weird! This is so weird..."

Just as he was shouting, an Auror suddenly descended from the sky, pointed the wand in his hand at Roberts, and said sternly.

"Everything is forgotten!"

The spell hit Roberts accurately, and he stood frozen in place. At the same time, five Aurors surrounded the crazy Irish fans, waving their wands and using the stun spell on them.

The wizards wearing green cloaks and green pointed hats, dressed like Peter Pan, fell to the ground one by one, and kept shouting before falling to the ground.

"The Irish team must win! Victory belongs to Great Britain!"

The Aurors quickly dispatched these fanatical fans, and the leading captain yelled angrily.

"If you can't be imprisoned in Azkaban, you'll fine me! I'll fine them until they go bankrupt! Damn it! They're already busy enough, and these people are going to add to the trouble!"

Sherlock and Hilke, who were eating melon on the side, looked at each other and smiled knowingly.

If nothing else, at least it's really lively here.