Just a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

Everyone knew that Professor Forrester was in a strange mood today, or... was in a good mood a bit too much.

During the period after the first class in the afternoon, many students met him in the castle. He seemed to have encountered some happy event. Even if he was grabbed by the arm by Professor Silk, who was new to the castle this year, he still looked like a child. He was so excited that he wanted to chat with everyone he knew.

"Have a nice day!"

"I wish you a happy life!"

"I wish you a happy life!"

These were the three sentences he said the most after meeting people. Every student he had blessed was confused and just kept thanking him with a blank look on his face.

Just as Silk half dragged and half dragged Sherlock to the floor where the infirmary was located.

Holding his head high, Snape, who had just finished his third-year Potions class, walked over to him like a big black bat.

Sherlock, who was shrugging his shoulders and dancing with the arm that was not grasped by Silk, saw him. His eyes suddenly lit up, and he started waving and shouting from a distance.

"Hi! Severus! My old friend! We haven't seen each other for a long time!"

Snape heard Sherlock's voice, his face was still cold, and he looked at him with extremely strange eyes.

"Did he take the wrong medicine?"

While Silk was hesitating how to explain Sherlock's current situation, Snape had already shown a clear expression at this time, raised the corners of his mouth, and smiled sarcastically.

"It turns out you drank too much joy potion, what? What are you planning to do Sherlock..."

However, before he had finished speaking, Sherlock struggled to move his entire upper body to Snape's side and put an arm around his shoulder.

"Brother! Don't be so cold. I know you are a arrogant person, but when you burst into tears in front of me before, I took you to drink to comfort you! Be honest and say whatever is on your mind. You Such inconsistency makes life very unhappy!”

Snape was suddenly pulled over by him and made such an intimate gesture. After he quickly recovered from his initial daze, he began to resist violently.

"You idiot! Who do you think is crying? Let go!"

But even if he had begun to exercise more recently, it would be impossible to compete with Sherlock's physical fitness in a short period of time. What's more, he was half a head shorter than Sherlock, and Sherlock could control him tightly with one hand. .

"Aha! You are an old boy who is still shy, aren't you? There are no outsiders here, and I have never told anyone else about this." Sherlock, who looked happy, seemed to have suddenly thought of something, and he suddenly blinked. Eyes, "Oh! I seem to have told Lily, tell her that the Snape who cried bitterly in front of the window of her room back then is actually you now!"

Snape stopped struggling to escape from Sherlock's arms and went to strangle Sherlock's neck. At the same time, his face turned red and he roared!

"You bastard!"

"Hey, hey, hey! I'm helping you!"

"I'll strangle you to death!"

"Repaying kindness with vengeance! The old otaku hit someone! The Head of Slytherin hit the professor!"

After a period of confusion, Silk spent a lot of effort to rescue Snape from Sherlock's hands.

She was too late to save him, and Snape was about to be strangled to death under Sherlock's arms. Sherlock's condition was getting more and more serious now, but even if he turned into a purebred sand sculpture, he was not good at hand-to-hand combat. Comparable to Snape.

"You shameless old man! Are you being bullied by me because of your position? I will complain to Dumbledore when he comes back! You are so arrogant! Bah!"

Even if he had always had the upper hand, even if he was being forcibly dragged forward by Silk, Sherlock did not forget to turn around and give Snape harsh words, as if he was the one who was almost strangled just now.

Snape also left angrily. After being unilaterally beaten by Sherlock for the third time today, he wondered if he would increase his exercise volume again after returning.

After trying hard to drag him forward for more than ten meters and turning a corner, Silk finally brought Sherlock to the school hospital of Hogwarts.

Madam Pomfrey, the school nurse, frowned when she saw Sherlock's current appearance.

"Why is he like this again?"

In front of professional doctors, Silk did not dare to hide the cause of Sherlock's illness.

"I used too much of the Patronus Charm and was counterattacked by positive emotions."

After arriving at the school hospital and regaining his freedom, Sherlock could finally jump up and down as he wished, and loudly sang the shameful school song of Hogwarts.

"Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Hog Hog Hogwarts! Please teach us something, whether we are bald old men or young men with scars on their knees, we need to put something in our heads. , some interesting stuff, because now it's empty and full of air, dead flies and trivial details..."

Madam Pomfrey looked at Sherlock's performance in shock.

"How many Patronus Charms has he used? How could it be so serious?"

Silk was also very worried looking at Sherlock's current state.

"I'm not sure exactly, but it should be more than two hundred rounds."

"Two hundred rounds! Are you kidding!" Madam Pomfrey muttered, "You must help me control him, I want to check his condition!"

Silk nodded, and then grabbed Sherlock's hand.

Although Sherlock was still dancing when his hand was caught, he still followed her to the examination room of the school hospital obediently.

Madam Pomfrey studied Sherlock for a long time, her brows tightening and relaxing, and finally she put down the wand in her hand and sighed.

"It is true that the Patronus Charm is extremely excessive. This is beyond the range that normal wizards can bear. Any other wizard would have gone crazy at this time, but Sherlock is just overflowing with emotion."

As she spoke, she looked at Hilke seriously.

"I don't know what you did and why you used so much of the Patronus Charm, but his situation is very dangerous. I can see that he has used it after he realized that his emotions were not right. A large amount of sadness medicine was used to correct it, but instead of suppressing the emotion, it caused a stronger rebound. "

"If this situation becomes the norm, even if his spirit is far higher than that of ordinary people, there will eventually be a day when he can no longer hold on!"

Silke's face didn't seem to have changed much, but in the sleeves of her robe, her hands were tightly clenched into fists.

"I will keep an eye on him in the future and never let him use such an excessive amount of Patronus Charm again."

Madam Pomfrey shook her head helplessly.

"It seems useless to you. When he returns to normal, I will give him this warning again. Now he has to take a lot of grief medicine. He must suppress this emotion and stop it from rebounding."