Just a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

"Seven days! You've been out for seven days! You disobedient child! You didn't come to say hello to me right away when you got home after going out for so long! Instead, you were hanging out at home! Unfilial son! White-eyed wolf!"

The sharp female voice did not stop, cursing constantly, but no one came out of the room behind the door.

Sherlock quickly recovered from the shock.

From the tone of the voice, he could roughly guess that the speaker should be the original owner's mother, but the mother's attitude toward her son was not very good, and the abusive words were ugly.

And it can be heard that she should be very angry now, but even though her emotions are so irritable, she still has no intention of coming out of the room.

Instead, he kept insulting Sherlock.

"Why did I give birth to you then? You wild bastard! It's because of you! Your father abandoned me! You calamity! You haven't come back for seven days! Come in and clean me up!"

Sherlock frowned at her nasty insults.

He is not a fool, and of course he has discovered something wrong by now.

This scolding woman, the room behind the wooden door without the doorknob, together with the whole room looked a little abnormal.

Looking at the dim yellow light behind the door, and after hesitating for a moment, Sherlock did not choose to respond to the person who was suspected of being the original owner's mother, but decided to enter the room to take a look.

There is no doubt that this is the home of the original owner.

And if there is a problem in his home, it means that the original Sherlock must also have a problem.

Now that they have become a person, and want to inherit a stable life in this world, Sherlock naturally has to figure out his own problems.

He lightly walked to the door without a handle, and the yelling behind the door continued. He took a deep breath, adjusted his state, pushed the door open completely, and walked in.

The room behind the door is not big.

It is similar to a normal bedroom, about 20 to 30 square meters.

There is a row of wooden bookshelves on one side of the room, which are covered with thick tomes, and it should be a study here.

It was not some chandelier hanging from the ceiling that illuminated the whole room, but five candles.

What made Sherlock stunned was that these five candles were not placed on any table, but were actually supported by candlesticks, which completely violated Newton's law of universal gravitation, and just floated quietly in mid-air!

After entering the door, he finally saw the true face of the woman who was constantly yelling.

It wasn't a real person, it was a picture hanging on the wall opposite the door!

The woman in the photo had her hair loose and looked crazy and irritable. She stared at her eyes as if they were about to pop out of the painting, and kept scolding dirty words in her mouth.

"Maggots! Wild dogs! What kind of expression do you have! You won't even bark when you see me!"

All the words she said, not even a single letter entered Sherlock's mind. He had established a materialist worldview for more than 20 years, and at this time, he was severely impacted by everything in front of him.

He walked over to the photo of the woman with an unbelievable expression, reached out and touched the framed photo, confirming that it was indeed just an ordinary paper photo, not some pre-recorded one that was played. video electronic screen.

If the matter of time travel can barely be explained by a scientific phenomenon that has not been discovered by human beings, then the candles flying in mid-air and the paper photos that emit kinetic energy can only be explained by supernatural events or magic. to explain!

It was only at this time that Sherlock realized it later.

I am afraid that the world I have traveled to is not just the simple Britain at the end of the 20th century.

It wasn't just the room he was in and himself that was at fault.

The world he is now in is probably the biggest problem!

Just when Sherlock was stunned, on the desk below the photo, a teacup suddenly jumped to the side of the teapot.

At the same time, the chair in front of the desk also jumped to his side, as if waiting for him to sit down.

The furniture in this study seemed to have a life of its own, and they knew how to serve him without Sherlock's orders or guidance.

At this time, a candle floating in the air also slowly flew to the position of the bookshelf, and he finally saw the titles of the books that were full of books on the bookshelf.

"Defend the Darkness: Advanced Defense Magic", "Encyclopedia of Dark Magic Creatures", "Maintain Your Wand", "The Flexible Use of Transfiguration in Actual Combat", "Defeat Evil: Defense Spell", "Shut Your Brain" ......

Sherlock's gaze skipped the titles of the magic books until his gaze settled on the title of the book at the top of the bookshelf.

His pupils shrank suddenly!

Because the title of that book is Hogwarts: A School History!

Hogwarts!

Perhaps words like defensive magic and black magic are relatively unfamiliar to Sherlock, and they are not very distinguishable.

But the term Hogwarts is basically known to anyone who has some knowledge of foreign films or Western literature!

This is a magical story about a boy named Harry Potter who survived the disaster, and his friends to defeat the Dark Lord Voldemort.

And Hogwarts is where the main line of the story takes place, the wizarding school where the protagonist Harry Potter studied magic for seven years!

In the previous life, because he was an orphan, Sherlock didn't read this book when he was a child. It is basically a well-known magic story all over the world.

But in high school, in order to improve his English, Sherlock's English teacher lent him an original English version of Harry Potter's first book to pass the time in his spare time.

Although he didn't buy books to read the stories that followed, but after he went to college, he got a rough understanding of the following plots through the self-media of various movie explanations.

Therefore, he is not ignorant of the story that is going to happen in this world, but he also does not know how specific it is. He only knows the general direction of the story.

Most importantly, this result was something Sherlock never expected.

He originally thought that what he had traveled to was just an ordinary world, that he was a rich second generation who was about to accept a large number of inheritances and titles, and that he would enjoy financial freedom and a carefree life in the future.

But who would have thought that he was still a wizard!

Just when Sherlock was stunned by this incident, he suddenly remembered something.

The letter I just received in front of the house, "H" surrounded by lions, snakes, eagles, and badgers...

That's not the Hogwarts crest!

Sherlock held the letter in one hand from the moment he entered the room, and only at this moment did he realize where the letter came from.

He stared at the home address and his name written in dark green ink on the envelope, his throat rolling gently.

If I remember correctly, the standard for Hogwarts to recruit students is children over eleven years old, and the date of birth on his current driver's license clearly states that he was born in 1972.

By the year 1992, it was exactly twenty years old.

So this letter will definitely not be an admission letter.

So what is it?

Without any extra guesses, in order to answer his doubts, Sherlock directly opened the envelope and took out the only piece of parchment inside.