Just a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

An invisible fluctuation spread in Dumbledore's office.

In the rebirth fire incarnated by the nirvana Fox, a strange sound like the cracking of wood in a campfire sounded.

Like a lock opened with the right key, something is unlocked.

At the same time, at the Weasley house, not long after returning home, Arthur Weasley, who had just learned that Sherlock was safe and sound from the girl named Silk, suddenly looked startled, and then looked at Huo Huo with his mouth wide open. In the direction of Gwartz, the whole person entered a sluggish state.

"Finally...is this day..."

In the office of the Auror Headquarters, Kingsley, who was studying the reports brought back by the two Aurors who went to Derbyshire for reconnaissance, was also slightly stunned. Then he smiled and shook his head, a little surprised but not too surprised, and continued. Work on the job at hand.

In an inconspicuous town on the outskirts of London, Moody has retired peacefully for two months. He is carefully maintaining his fake wooden leg in the yard. The alchemical fake eye in his eye socket is spinning, and the corners of his mouth are turning. He also showed a chuckle and knocked the adjusted prosthetic leg on the ground.

"Good boy, I knew it."

In the Vice-Principal's office at Hogwarts Castle, a tiger cat that was curled up and taking a nap on the desk suddenly raised its head alertly. She looked towards the direction of the Principal's office on the eighth floor, her eyes full of It’s the complexity and comfort of being human.

In a hut in an unknown location, an old wizard with a walrus-style beard was lying lazily on a sofa chair with a bulging belly. He looked at the cup of golden mead in his hand in ecstasy. After a long time, he lightly Qing raised his glass to the air in front of him and murmured.

"To Sally..."

There were not just the five of them, but several wizards from all over the world put down their work at the same time. The shackles that sealed the secrets in their hearts were lifted. Everyone knew what this meant.

In Hogwarts, Sherlock was completely unaware of the chain reaction caused by the burning of the pledge, and nothing changed around him.

Fox, who had completed Nirvana, now turned into an ugly, hairless baby bird, lying in a nest under the golden branches, opening its young sharp beak and chirping several times.

After finishing all this, Dumbledore sat back on his seat. He crossed his fingers on his stomach, looked at Sherlock, and seemed to be thinking about how to organize his words, and began to tell Sherlock about this secret that had been hidden for twenty years. The secret of the year.

Sherlock did not urge him anxiously. He waited quietly. After a long time, Dumbledore finally spoke slowly.

"To be honest, Sherlock, when you graduated from Hogwarts, you came to my office and asked to stay in this castle as a professor. When I refused you, I also made up my mind to keep this secret. Hiding it for a lifetime, so that you will never know about it, and live this life peacefully. This was what I thought was the best arrangement for you at the time, and it was also what everyone who knew about it thought was the best arrangement for you."

He did not tell the secret directly, but instead talked about Sherlock.

The expression on Dumbledore's face was solemn, and his voice was quieter than ever.

"But then something unexpected happened. The year you came to teach at Hogwarts, when I rejected your job application again that summer, I could see your disappointment and loneliness. This made me very worried. I’m afraid that what I think is a good decision for you will actually lead you to take the wrong path, because I have already made such a mistake once, and I don’t want to and cannot make it a second time, especially with you.”

"Fortunately, that year also gave me a chance to change my mind. After an accident happened to the previously confirmed defense professorship, I asked Minerva to send you the letter of appointment."

"There were a lot of people who blocked it at the time. Even Minerva, who sent you the letter of appointment, didn't understand my decision. Many people found out about it and found me. They didn't want you to get involved, including entering. Hogwarts."

"After you became an Auror, they intentionally or unintentionally placed you in a civilian position. No matter how you applied, no matter how many people knew about your talent in magic, they would never let you be in danger. Not even if it’s a little bit dangerous.”

"They see it very clearly, and they also know that entering Hogwarts to teach is actually much more dangerous than becoming an Auror who is always on the front line in the Ministry of Magic."

When Sherlock heard this, he finally understood why the original owner had been kept in a civilian position at the Auror Command.

Everyone can clearly see that his strength and understanding of magic are not inferior to those of any senior Auror. As long as he undergoes some professional training and accumulates experience, he can become the mainstay of the Auror Command like Moody.

Some people, or to be precise, many people were unwilling for him to take risks. Even the strongest and most experienced Auror, as strong as Moody, was still missing a leg and blinded an eye.

Dumbledore's eyes were calm. He looked at Sherlock, but his eyes were obviously thinking about the past of that year.

"But I still insisted on going my own way. Not only did I make you the defense professor at Hogwarts, but I also approved your application to join the Order of the Phoenix. Like them, I am also afraid, afraid that something will happen to you, afraid of breaking our original promise , but I am even more afraid that because of our self-righteous unilateral protection, you will completely abandon yourself and degenerate into something that no one dares to think about. That will only make people more desperate."

"My idea at the time was actually very simple. Do you still remember what I said to you at the opening dinner that year? If your performance as a professor this year cannot meet my expectations, I will be your professor in the second year. You quit."

He smiled and looked at Sherlock and blinked.

"Actually, when I said this to you, what I was thinking was that I would let you be a professor for a year to enjoy yourself, and then I would fire you in the second year no matter what."

Sherlock also had a helpless smile on his face. If Dumbledore hadn't said anything, he would never have imagined that Dumbledore was thinking of such a rogue thing under such a serious expression at the dinner that day.

"But you completely exceeded my expectations, Sherlock. In other words, if those who previously opposed me recruiting you to join the Order of the Phoenix saw your performance, they would be surprised."

"Perhaps you really want to be a professor from the bottom of your heart. Although when you first came to Hogwarts to teach, your performance seemed to be the same as before, but of course I can find out who you are by then. It has changed a lot from before.”

"And at the end of that year, your performance in protecting Harry and the others, getting rid of Tom, and killing the basilisk in the Gryffindor common room made me feel that recruiting you into Hogwarts was even more important. One of the best decisions I’ve ever made in my life.”

"So I regretted it again." He spread his hands and smiled, "If you prove that Hogwarts is the right place for you and the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor is also the right position, then why should I fire you? ? Why not make the decision that is the right thing to do?"

"But you have exceeded all my expectations time and time again, Sherlock."

The smile on his face faded and became calm again.

"Even if I agree to stay at Hogwarts, even if you become better and better, the more you do, the more I hesitate and struggle with certain things."

"But today may be a good time. Two years ago, I was afraid that I would make a second mistake and decided to recruit you into Hogwarts. Now, two years later, there is no need to hide these things from you. ”

Sherlock's expression became serious, and he knew that what he said next was the key point.

"What happened to you tonight when you met little Barty was surprising, but it's not really a big deal. The key is that he recognized you and recognized you as Sally's son." Dumbledore said softly, " If you don't let a Death Eater go back tonight, there is still room for maneuver, but if someone brings back the information about your identity, then there is no other choice in this matter. "

"When Tom knows your life experience, he will definitely put you and Harry on the same level, and he will make every effort to kill you."

The office became quiet, except for Fox, the nestling bird in the nest, who chirped twice dissatisfiedly, as if the conversation between the two had disturbed its rest.

Dumbledore and Sherlock looked at each other and spoke slowly.

"When you were two years old, Tom was the most powerful in the magical world. At that time, he even had the power to compete with the Ministry of Magic. It was in that year that his madness began."

"In just one year, the Ministry of Magic lost nearly twenty Aurors, countless Muggles were tortured and killed, non-pure-blood wizards were tortured to death, and some wizards from Muggle families were even so frightened that they broke their wands. , and will no longer acknowledge his identity as a wizard."

"At that time, the Order of the Phoenix had just been established. There were not many wizards in the society, but everyone had a certain consensus. It seemed that dark wizards were causing trouble everywhere, but the source of all the chaos was actually only one person, that The person whose name the entire wizarding world dares not mention—Voldemort."

"Killing him will make it impossible for his followers to succeed at all, but this is something that almost everyone knows, and no one has ever been able to do it. Almost all of them have pinned their hopes on me, thinking that the only one who can kill him is I am the only one who can kill Voldemort."

"But I could clearly see it from the beginning. An old friend of mine who had made mistakes made a prophecy to me, which also served as a reminder that the person who could kill him was not me, and it could not be me."

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