Just a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

Dudley stood there in despair, as if he had lost his soul.

Harry didn't have much energy to pay attention to his cousin, but turned to look in the direction where the silver crow was flying.

Sherlock was walking towards Harry from under the dim streetlight with a solemn expression.

"What, what is going on?" Harry said in disbelief, "Professor Forrester? Why are there dementors here? They are still attacking me!"

The silver crow flapped its wings and landed on Sherlock's shoulder. The light, like the ripples of running water, brought a warm breath to people.

"I'm afraid there is some big problem that none of us could have imagined."

Sherlock frowned and said, he raised his head, and in the night sky not far away, there was an owl rushing towards them like a cannonball.

As a short-sighted person, Harry's vision at night is certainly not as good as Sherlock's.

He had not forgotten his cousin and helped to lift Dudley up from the ground with great effort as he seemed to have lost consciousness.

"And Professor? Why did you know that I was attacked?" Harry asked breathlessly, "This should be five minutes away from your home."

Sherlock had already received the letter from the small owl. He opened the letter with a serious expression and answered.

"Because starting from this summer vacation, Dumbledore has handed over the task of protecting you to me. The people who were previously responsible for this were Mrs. Figg who lived on Wisteria Road, and a wizard named Mundungus Fletcher. After giving this task to me, that Fletcher left, and Mrs. Figg still lives here, which was originally her home."

"That Mrs. Figg who keeps a bunch of cats!" Harry raised his voice out of shock, "She is a wizard? Aunt Petunia even asked me to stay at her house when they went out! She has never Tell me this!"

Sherlock looked at the contents of the letter and frowned deeper and deeper. Finally, he seemed to sneer disdainfully and threw the letter aside.

The parchment spontaneously ignited in mid-air, and then quickly turned into a trail of ashes.

"To be precise, she is a squib. Of course she can't tell you this, just like the Ministry of Magic won't tell you that they have set up the area where you live as a key surveillance area. Otherwise, how could this letter arrive like this? quick."

Sherlock said coldly, then he took out a bottle of potion from his pocket and handed it to Harry, asking him to drink it for Dudley.

"The elixir of joy can make his mental condition much better, but don't give him too much. Two sips are enough."

As Harry fed Dudley the medicine, he was still full of questions.

"Then why are dementors coming? Is this an order from the Ministry of Magic?"

After Dudley drank the potion, his face was obviously much better. He looked at Harry and Sherlock in fear, his lips trembling, not daring to say a word.

"Stand up and walk. We will take you home and tell your parents something by the way."

Sherlock was obviously speaking to Dudley. The little fat man almost trotted away towards his home with red eyes, and Harry and Sherlock followed him quickly.

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Only then did he answer Harry's question.

"No matter who the magical government is under, they will not send dementors to harm you. Moreover, Scrimgeour has just taken over as the new Minister of Magic, and Fudge has stepped down to become a consultant in the Minister's Office. The entire Ministry of Magic is undergoing a war With the transfer of power, those people have no energy to do such things."

They didn't take two steps forward when they saw the Dursley's house, Sherlock said calmly.

"When you get back, you should go upstairs and pack your things immediately. I will negotiate with your aunt and uncle. I will probably receive another letter soon, and I will take you away then."

Harry suddenly became excited.

"Leave! Great! Where will we go? To your house?"

"Don't think about this now, wait until you pack your things."

When they were talking, they had already arrived at the door of the Dursley's house. Dudley opened the door directly, shouted "Mom and Dad" and rushed in. Harry and Sherlock also walked in.

Aunt Petunia's surprised voice came from inside the house.

"Oh, our little baby Dudley is back. He has never called his parents so affectionately before."

However, when Vernon and Petunia all came out, Dudley's round body like a meat ball threw himself in front of them and complained loudly.

"He, they used that on me! Dad! Harry! He used that to teach me a lesson! And his professor made Harry drink a potion of who-knows-what on me!"

Feeling her son's trembling body, Petunia's face paled instantly, while Vernon's face turned red and he picked up a bat next to him!

"I knew it...I knew it! No matter how good we are to you, you are just a white-eyed wolf! Penny! Go to the police now! What did you do to my son! What did you feed him? poison!"

Sherlock winked at Harry and told him to go upstairs first.

At this moment, outside the window of Dursley's house, another owl shot like a bullet in the direction of Sherlock. It threw a letter at Sherlock furiously, and then from another window. Flying away, the whole process went smoothly without any stagnation.

Sherlock opened the envelope unhurriedly in front of Vernon's threat.

This letter is not as short as the previous one. Find it at Shuyuan www.zhaoshuyuan． com He looked like this for about twenty or thirty seconds. Vernon was just threatening, and Petunia wasn't really stupid enough to call the police.

In the end, Sherlock put the letter away without burning it. He stood opposite Vernon and said in a cold voice.

"The current situation is very bad, and I am not in a good mood. You know I am not Harry, and the Ministry of Magic has very low restrictions on adult wizards, so if you don't want to offend me and ask me to use some special means, it's best to give it now Shut up and listen to me."

His threat was effective. Vernon was not a fool after all. He was disgusted and afraid of magic, especially wizards.

The Dursley family of three huddled in the corner, watching in horror as Sherlock made a casual move, and their chair seemed to come alive, jumping up behind him and letting him sit down.

"Harry didn't do anything to your son. He was disturbed by the Dementors. These things came to trouble Harry. The little fat guy was just implicated. I gave him some joy potion. Let him feel better, otherwise you will have to drag him back like a pig to death."