Just a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

Sherlock didn't want to embarrass Fleur or anything else by rejecting Fleur in front of so many people.

But similarly, it was impossible for him to agree to her request.

"I'm sorry." His expression was serious, "I think you can invite other more outstanding students to be your dance partners, Fleur. I have no intention of dancing with anyone at this year's Christmas dance."

No matter how generous she was on purpose, she would inevitably show a frustrated and sad expression after being rejected by Sherlock twice in a row.

"Are you deliberately looking for this excuse to reject me?"

Sherlock raised his eyebrows.

"I don't deny that I'm rejecting you, but that's no excuse. I really have no intention of dancing at the ball, and besides, I can't dance at all."

Fleur looked a little unwilling now. She glanced at Silk who was sitting next to Sherlock, opened her mouth, as if she wanted to say something, but still didn't say what she wanted to say, and left with a disappointed expression.

She obviously had no intention of continuing to have lunch and left directly from the auditorium.

After she left, the students in the entire auditorium were like a frying pan exploding, and almost everyone was talking about what happened just now.

The professors sitting at the long table on the high platform couldn't chat as freely as the students because Sherlock was right next to them, but Flitwick sighed with a smile on his face.

"Sherlock is really popular. Whether he was a student or a professor now, he is still popular."

Sherlock pursed his lips and did not complain.

Are you really sure that Sherlock was likable when he was a student?

He ignored Flivy's kind teasing, but turned his head and glanced at Silk, not seeing any strange emotions in her calm expression.

"She likes you."

Just when Sherlock turned to look at her, Silk suddenly said in a voice that only the two of them could hear.

Sherlock touched his forehead helplessly.

"It can't be called liking it, right? Maybe it's because I saved her once. Although this kind of hero saving beauty plot is vulgar, it does make her have a good impression of me."

"What about you to her?"

Hearing her question, Sherlock couldn't help but wince.

"What are you asking? Didn't my refusal just now show my attitude?"

"She is in seventh grade now and will graduate at the end of this semester. By then she will no longer be a student. If she still expresses affection for you, will you still refuse?" Silk's voice was very calm, like Like asking about a trivial thing.

Sherlock said without hesitation.

"You know I'm not a coy person. If I really had a crush on her, even if she was still a student now, I wouldn't have refused so directly just now. Of course I can't say what will happen in the future, but I really can't say no now. Just treat her as a little girl who needs education, nothing else."

But Silk was very dissatisfied with his words. He gently wiped the corners of his mouth with a table cloth and stood up from the chair.

"You are not coy, but there is no one in the whole Hogwarts who is more pretentious than you."

After saying that, she left the auditorium alone.

Sherlock was left staring with an aggrieved look on his face. He vented his temper on the sausages on the plate and muttered at the same time.

"Who am I provoking?"

Fleur's invitation to Sherlock but being rejected was a blast.

But after returning to the Gryffindor common room, Ron and Hermione finally found out that Harry had also been rejected.

Ron smacked his lips and said.

"There isn't much time left. The Christmas dance is in less than three days. We must find a dance partner, otherwise we will be laughed to death by the other boys."

Harry held his chin with his hand in anguish, as if he hadn't gotten over the sadness of being rejected by Qiu Zhang.

Hermione, who was still holding a book and reading, reminded them without raising her head.

"You really need to find your dance partner as soon as possible. The girls in Gryffindor are almost all picked out. There are more boys than girls."

Harry was immersed in his own emotions and had not heard anything about Hermione's words, but Ron did hear a different meaning.

"You also found a dance partner!" he asked in shock.

Hermione frowned dissatisfied.

"Is it weird for someone to invite me?"

"Who is it? Neville?" Ron showed full curiosity.

At this time, Harry also reacted. He also looked at Hermione with such shocked eyes, as if he had seen something unbelievable.

"We don't know why!"

Hermione held her head high and turned the book upside down on her lap.

"Because you two are arrogant, arrogant, and stupid enough!"

Harry and Ron didn't feel angry after being scolded. They were still curious about who invited Hermione to be their dance partner.

However, Hermione still refused to let go and was unwilling to tell them. They probably would have to wait until the day of the ball to find out.

Harry and Ron finally had to find a partner to attend the dance on their own. Although they never asked, they both still had Hermione as a guarantee.

Three days passed quickly.

On the morning of Christmas Day, Harry was woken up by Dobby who came to visit him, and everyone in their dormitory was opening their own Christmas gifts.

Sherlock also came out of his office early.

He looked outside at the lawn that was already covered with thick white snow and stretched lazily.

Coincidentally, Hilke had just come down the stairs at this time and bumped into him.

"Merry Christmas. Find Shuyuan www.zhaoshuyuaｎ.com" she said softly.

A smile broke out on Sherlock's face, and he was about to reply.

"Merry Christmas..."

"You don't need to say your blessings. If you can, you don't have to say Merry Christmas to others today." Her expression was serious, not like she was joking.

This made Charlotte very puzzled.

"What did you predict?"

Hilke paused. She seemed to think that the excuse Sherlock had come up with was a good one, so she followed his words.

"Just remember my advice."

Sherlock has never been a stubborn person, and he especially does not doubt Silk's talent for divination, which has been unquestionable since she was a child.

Since she said it was best not to say blessings today, the worst she could do was not say anything. Anyway, it was just a matter of one sentence.