Just a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

After using the Oblivion Curse on Roberts, the Auror still looked worried.

He was wearing a pair of baggy knickerbockers, and he spotted Sherlock at a glance.

"It's Sherlock, man, oh my god! You actually have time to watch the game!" The Knickerbocker Wizard looked shocked, but then he seemed to remember something, "Ah, I forgot, you should now I was teaching at Hogwarts, and I heard from Kingsley that you have changed a lot since you became a teacher, and you are not as withdrawn as you were before.”

Hearing what he said, Silk looked at Sherlock with some doubts.

Sherlock didn't pay attention to Silk's gaze. He looked at the Knickerbocker Wizard. This was obviously his former colleague, but he had no impression of him at all and could only speak vaguely.

"Today is just the right time, so I came here with my nephew...friends."

Only then did the Knickerbocker Wizard notice Silk standing next to Sherlock, with a look of amazement in his eyes as he clicked his tongue in surprise.

"I didn't expect it. I originally thought you would live with magic books for the rest of your life. It's okay, kid."

Sherlock shook his head with a headache.

"It's not what you think......"

Before he could explain, the Knickerbocker Wizard interrupted him.

"Sorry, brother, I don't have time to chat with you right now. I'm really busy right now. You've also seen that Muggle's situation. The side effects of the Forgetting Curse are too obvious. I'm going to find some joy potion to give him, otherwise It won't be long before he becomes depressed. See you next time."

After saying that, he left in a hurry to find a potion for Roberts.

Sherlock shrugged, not having any objection to such a careless former colleague.

Roberts, who returned to normal on the side, found the change as if nothing had happened, and gave them directions in a calm voice.

"Your camp is in the innermost part, and the tents are there too."

Sherlock gave the Muggle a sympathetic look, took the change, and walked into the misty woods with Silk, who was carrying a travel bag.

They passed through the white fog, and the scenery before them suddenly became clear, and they came to a clearing.

There are tents set up everywhere, and all kinds of wizards are walking between the camps. There are African wizards wearing white robes who are leaning on rabbits, there are American wizards who have a bright flag erected next to the tent and are talking and laughing together, and there are a few American wizards. An Asian wizard with a scarf wrapped around his head, sitting on a picnic blanket playing cards.

Looking at these people, Sherlock felt as if at least half of the wizards in the world had come here.

A little girl riding a toy broomstick seemed to be unskilled in flying. She accidentally bumped into Hilke and fell off the broomstick, falling on her buttocks.

Silk helped pull her up from the ground, probably because her appearance naturally attracted people's attention. The little girl who was missing a big front tooth in her mouth did not show any timidity and thanked her generously.

Then her mother grabbed her ears, lectured Ti and slipped away. Before leaving, she smiled apologetically at Sherlock and the others.

Sherlock asked with a smile on his face as he looked at Hilke who had a smile on his face subconsciously.

"How does it feel here?"

"Not bad." Her hand grabbed Sherlock's arm at some point.

Sherlock didn't notice, and he walked forward happily.

"If you feel good, you can go out to play more if there are such activities in the future. Staying at home and always thinking about divination and prophecies will make people become lonely."

"Sherlock was like this before?"

She became interested in the conversation between the Knickerbocker Wizard and Sherlock just now, and learned that the previous Sherlock did not seem to have such a personality.

Sherlock tilted his head and said in thought.

"I really didn't like communicating with others before, but then something happened and I started talking more. That's why I realized it's not good for you not to have contact with people all day long. Also, what kind of job did you find? I I asked you so many times and you still didn’t tell me?”

Hearing his question, Silke couldn't help but reveal an intoxicating smile on his face.

"secret."

"Let me tell you first, any job is fine, just don't go to the Ministry of Magic to be an Auror like your dad."

"I don't like the Ministry of Magic."

"That's good. Normal people don't have a good impression of those politicians, but there are some good people among them, such as this one."

While they were chatting, they had already reached the campsite assigned to them, and Mr. Weasley, who was unwilling to use magic outside the tent and wanted to use a lighter to make a fire, accidentally looked up and saw Sherlock.

"Hi! You're just in time, Sherlock, we're getting ready to make lunch!"

But when he saw Silk holding Sherlock's arm, he was completely stunned.

His mouth was open as if he could put down a Bludger, his eyes were as wide as two eggs, and the lighter in his hand fell to the ground unconsciously.

Sherlock was also a little stunned by Mr. Weasley's shock at the moment. He and Mr. Weasley stared at each other with big eyes. Just when he was about to speak, he heard a trembling yell from him.

"Molly! Come out! Come out quickly! Molly!"

Mrs. Weasley, who was handling ingredients in the tent, had not yet come out when the angry voice came from inside.

"What are you making a fuss about! Stop wondering how to use that lighter! If you don't light up the fire, we're not going to get lunch!"

"No, no, no! Come out quickly!"

Soon, the fat Mrs. Weasley came out of the tent with an unkind look on her face under Mr. Weasley's repeated calls.

She saw the wood that was still intact, and was about to glare at Mr. Weasley, when she spotted Sherlock and Silk beside her.

Looking at the slender white fingers gripping Sherlock's arm, Mrs. Weasley froze in place as if under a petrification spell.

Sherlock, who only discovered the reason for their shock at this time, reluctantly broke away his arm from Hilke's hand, pulled her to him, and introduced him to Mr. and Mrs. Weasley.

"This is Vera Silk, my friend and neighbor. I have a good relationship with her father and have always treated her like a sister."

After listening to Sherlock's introduction, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley looked at each other, while Silk frowned with a slender and beautiful brow and emphasized again a sentence that had been emphasized countless times before.

"I'm one year older than you."

"I know, I know, you're a year older than me, but so what? You want to be my sister?"