Just a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

Badley Barberton Village.

This small village in Wiltshire has always had little contact with the outside world.

There is a seemingly abandoned courtyard in the center of the village, with an ancient war monument erected in the center and several benches for villagers who come here to rest during their free time.

Tony is a long-term resident of the village of Barberton.

His ancestors have been working as barbers in this small village, and even he himself is no exception. Because he runs the only barber shop in the village, coupled with his superb skills and eloquence, he has always been called Teacher Tony.

In such a small village, Teacher Tony has very little wealth. He not only owns a barber shop, but also has two properties passed down from his ancestors.

With such a rich family background, he couldn't help but set his sights much higher, and he looked down upon girls of the same age in the village.

He always thinks that he should find time to cast a net to fish in big cities. Those beautiful and fashionable urban beauties are more worthy of his status.

Today is the weekend, and Teacher Tony gives himself a day off every day. Because he has a monopoly on haircutting rights in the village, he also has the capital to rest whenever he wants.

But before he had just walked out of his home and wanted to take a stroll to the war memorial, thinking about his dream of going to a big city and continuing to be Tony's teacher in the future, he suddenly froze on the side of the road.

His gaze was like a small sampan caught in the whirlpool in the sea, fixed firmly in one direction.

There was a young man and woman walking over.

Teacher Tony is not gay. Although he admits that the man is equally handsome and otherworldly, even slightly better than him, but in terms of attractiveness, he cannot compare to the man holding his arm and walking beside him. Silver-haired girl.

That beautiful figure is like the most perfect masterpiece from heaven. Just looking at it from a distance is so fascinating.

Teacher Tony feels like he has found true love.

Feeling that his heart had been captured, he completely ignored the men around the silver-haired girl. He felt that he should be bolder and go up and confess his love bravely.

In fact, it wasn't just him. Along the way between Silk and Sherlock, every male who saw Silk behaved no better than Tony.

She has half Veela blood in her body, and she can usually suppress the natural charm, but only for wizards, while Muggles have no good way.

Just when Teacher Tony was about to put down his body, his brain was spinning rapidly, trying to organize a verbal confession.

He was pleasantly surprised to find Hilke walking in his direction.

In fact, it was Sherlock and Silk walking towards him together, but there was no sign of Sherlock at all in his eyes.

"Mr Tony Barberton?"

Sherlock squinted his eyes and looked at the red-faced Muggle who looked extremely excited, and called out his name.

And the next second after he opened his mouth, Teacher Tony seemed to become a human being. The excitement receded as if cold water had been poured on him. His red face calmed down again, and then he said seriously.

"I'm Tony."

"Is No. 31 your residence?"

"It's my house, but I don't live there now. An old man rented the house."

The arrogant teacher Tony was uncharacteristically well-behaved, and he knew everything Sherlock had to ask.

Sherlock's tone was still so calm.

"Oh, that's great. Could you please lend me the key to room 31? I can return it to you soon."

"You can use it as you wish."

After he made the request, Tony took out a key from his pocket and handed it to him without hesitation, as if it was not the first time he had met Sherlock today.

"Thank you for your generosity. Goodbye then."

After taking the key, Sherlock and Hilke turned and left together, heading towards the center of the village.

Just after they left, Teacher Tony seemed to wake up from a big dream, scratching his flamingo-like hair with a blank look on his face.

"What do I want to do when I go out?"

At this time, Sherlock and Silk had found Room 31 together.

"Did you just use the Imperius Curse on that Muggle?" Silk asked worriedly.

Sherlock shrugged.

"Why do you imagine me to be so bad? That's just another variant of Legilimency. I've used this spell a lot these days, and I've gained some insights. This Muggle is lucky enough to experience it, and it won't offend. Magical Law.”

Of course Silk didn't care whether Sherlock had violated magical laws. She was just worried about what bad effects it would have on himself if Sherlock used the Unforgivable Curse.

Arriving at the door of House No. 31, it looked no different from other houses in the village.

It was just a very ordinary Muggle house. If no one had received the news in advance, no one would have thought that a wizard would live in it.

Sherlock didn't stop. He walked to the door and directly inserted the door key into the lock and opened the door.

The room was quiet, as if no one was there.

But there was another cup of steaming hot tea on the dining table in the living room. It was obvious that someone was sitting at the table drinking tea just now.

Sherlock didn't say anything. He directly spread out his control area, and soon looked at an ordinary chair next to the dining table.

"Professor Slughorn, do you still have to hide even if I come?"

He looked at the chair and asked with a smile.

But even if he spoke, the chair still didn't respond. It wasn't until a few seconds passed that Sherlock's eyes didn't move away. After realizing that he wasn't deceiving him, the chair twisted for a while, and then a fat man, An old man with a walrus-like beard appeared in front of Sherlock and Silk.

"Ah, it turns out to be Sherlock. How did you know that I live here? Come on, come and sit down first. And this beautiful lady, please sit down."

Slughorn acted as if he hadn't been avoiding Sherlock just now. He warmly invited the two of them to sit down and poured them tea himself.

"You are now famous in the magical world. In the past few months, I have seen news about you almost every day. Sherlock, I am really happy. You have not lived up to your mother's expectations for you. "

He seemed to have deliberately taken the topic into his own hands, and continued to ask without giving Sherlock the slightest chance to speak first.

"Who is this beautiful lady next to you?"