Just a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

It was nine o'clock when Sherlock and Filch walked past the entrance to the Gryffindor lounge together.

Filch looked at the pocket watch in his hand, and then raised a paraffin lamp, illuminating the castle hallway, which had begun to dim.

"No, they must be planning other tricks this year!"

After staying near the Gryffindor lounge for a long time, Filch couldn't catch the person he wanted, so he couldn't help but muttered something.

It can be seen that in the confrontation between the Weasley twins, he was often at a disadvantage and was always led by the nose.

"Okay, Professor Forrest, since we haven't caught the people we want to catch here, we'll go to the Slytherin lounge to take a look, and those students are not very honest. "

He muttered in his mouth, and walked ahead with the paraffin lamp to show Sherlock the way.

Just as Filch walked to the corner of the corridor and the stairs, a strange voice suddenly sounded.

The sound was very strange, as if someone had triggered some pre-set device, the sound was small and slight, but Sherlock suddenly became alert.

He subconsciously took a few steps back.

Filch wasn't so lucky.

The pre-set magic was triggered, and five small balls suddenly rolled out from somewhere on the walls on both sides of the corridor!

They rolled on the ground at a very fast speed, circling Filch's side, shrinking and shrinking, as if they were deliberately teasing him!

The moment the ball appeared in Filch's eyes, his face instantly turned terrified, and at this time he could already predict his next fate.

"Do not!"

With a shrill call, the five balls finally gathered around Filch and exploded!

"Bang!"

The sound of the five small balls exploding was not loud, and the area affected was very small, but an unbearable stench instantly filled the entire corridor!

A burst of yellow-brown smoke with strong visual impact completely wrapped Filch!

Sherlock, who had already taken a few steps back, now covered his nose with his cuff, frowned and couldn't help but took a few steps back.

"Are you all right? Filch"

Filch didn't answer him, but the hysterical scolding had revealed that he didn't seem to be in a good state at all.

"Damn! Damn! Damn! Those two bastards! I have to catch them! I'm going to whip them! Give them a year of confinement in handcuffs! Get them fired!"

The stench, like smoke from a cesspool, gradually drifted away, revealing Filch's miserable appearance.

His body was covered in shit-yellow dirt, his expression was furious, and he seemed a little helpless, standing in the middle of the corridor with his hands full of sticky objects.

Such a disgusting stench makes it hard not to wonder what the yellow sticky object is.

Filch seemed to be about to explode with anger, but his rich experience in dealing with this kind of thing gave him some sanity.

"Professor Forrest, tonight's patrol is expected to end here. I have to go back and clean up these things on me."

After he finished speaking, without waiting for Sherlock to answer, he fled from here with the paraffin lamp in a hurry.

Sherlock looked helpless at his disappearing back.

Well, he underestimated the strength of the twins before.

Filch is no longer at a disadvantage, but is bullied.

Today's plan to let the castle keeper familiarize him with Hogwarts is of course a failure.

Until now, he only knew where the Gryffindor lounge was, and he still didn't know anything about the rest of the castle.

Sherlock paced in front of the Gryffindor lounge, waiting for the stench in the corridor to dissipate almost before passing, while hesitating whether to take him for a walk around the castle by himself, or at least get acquainted with it. structure.

But he was worried about meeting Professor McGonagall or Dumbledore on the way, and he couldn't explain why he didn't sleep in the middle of the night and wandered around the castle.

And just when Sherlock was having a headache, the entrance to the Gryffindor lounge suddenly opened silently, and a small chatter came from inside.

"He must have gone, so many big dung bombs exploded together, at least let him soak in the pool for a night."

"I guessed he'd be here for us tonight, and he really thought we'd deal with him like we did last year? It's ridiculous, Weasley never treats the same people with the same pranks!"

"Okay, it's enough to get here, we should open the Marauder's map, the people in the lounge can't see us anymore."

George and Fred cautiously climbed out of the entrance. Sherlock was standing silently under the candlestick on the same side of the entrance. They didn't notice him.

"I solemnly swear that I will not do good deeds!"

George drew his wand. With the incantation in his mouth, he tapped the shabby and disfigured parchment in his hand.

Suddenly, a strange change appeared on the parchment, but from Sherlock's point of view, he couldn't see the change on the parchment.

"Hoohoo! The King of Nightwalkers at Hogwarts is back! We're back in the castle after two months, so where should we go next?"

"I think we should go to the statue of the hunchbacked witch first. There are not enough materials to make the big dung bomb. We hid some there last year."

"That's right, we've used up our last inventory tonight for Felch, so it's time to replenish..."

"Wait Fred!"

George, who was observing the situation on the parchment, suddenly interrupted Fred.

He pointed to a certain place on the parchment with his finger, and said in a trembling voice.

"Look at this."

Fred shifted his gaze to George's finger.

That was the hallway in front of the entrance to the Gryffindor lounge where they were now, with their names on it.

But beside them, there was a somewhat unfamiliar name close to them, and even some of the letters overlapped.

"Xia, Sherlock Forrest..."

Fred swallowed and read out the name on the Marauder's map. At the same time, he mechanically turned his neck with George and looked towards the direction marked Sherlock's name on the map.

In the shadow below the candlestick, Sherlock, who had been silently watching them use the Marauder's map, quietly looked at the eyes of the two unlucky ones, and asked calmly.

"You are looking for me?"