Just a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

"So Tracey, can I call you that?"

"Of course, sir."

"In exchange, you don't have to call me sir, just call me Sherlock."

"No problem, Sherlock."

In less than two minutes, Sherlock started chatting with the girl named Tracey.

The little girl seems to be in the period of teeth replacement now. When she talks, air is leaking from the gap between her missing front teeth.

However, this not only did not make her words difficult to hear, but made her even more cute.

"Where is this big brother?"

She tilted her head and looked at Draco, as if she was interested in him.

Sherlock did not ask Draco to introduce himself aloud, but turned to him with Tracey's eyes. Such a gaze made Draco, who had no intention of paying attention to the girl, could only say stiffly.

"Draco Malfoy."

"You look a lot like Beach." Tracey said seriously.

"Is Beach your friend?" Sherlock asked.

Draco also turned away from her arrogantly and disgustedly, as if he was humiliated by being told this by a girl.

Tracey shook her head.

"No, Beachy is not my friend. He has never been willing to play with us. Only Grandma Chris can touch him."

This "it" made both Sherlock and Draco slightly stunned, and then Tracey pointed to a sunny window and said.

"Look, that's Beech, and he's not cute at all."

On the window sill that the little girl was pointing to, there was a British blue cat lying there. It seemed to be lazing in the sun. It occasionally turned to look at the children in the classroom with eyes full of disdain and contempt. It was actually very kind to Germany. Lacko's eyes look a bit similar!

Sherlock burst out laughing, and Draco's face darkened instantly.

Seeing Sherlock laugh, Tracey also had a silly smile on her face.

Draco was the only one who couldn't hold back his anger. If Sherlock hadn't made an agreement with him before entering the door, if Tracey was a student at Hogwarts, Master Malfoy would have raised his own The wand was pointed at her and cast a curse on her.

There were some scattered branches placed in front of Tracy. The other children of the same age around her had already begun to weave flower baskets in a decent manner, but Tracy had not started yet.

"When Sister Hailey first taught me, I was watching Beach yawning, so I didn't learn how to weave it." The little girl said a little embarrassed.

Although Sherlock had previously warned him not to use magic or lose his temper in front of these Muggle children, Draco now thought he had found an opportunity to ridicule them back.

he said with a sneer.

"Because you are a stupid kid. Only stupid kids don't pay attention when the teacher teaches something, and end up failing to complete their homework."

He seemed to be expecting to see Tracey's expression of grievance that made her want to cry through these words, but in fact, after hearing Draco's sarcasm, the little girl just blinked and stared at him like this. .

After being stared at by her like this for a long time, Draco lost his composure and said with a bad attitude.

"What do you see me doing?"

Tracey tilted her head.

"Is Draco a stupid kid?"

Hearing her name,

Draco looked a little annoyed.

"Call me Mr. Malfoy!"

"Is Mr. Malfoy a stupid kid?" Tracey didn't struggle with the title, but asked in confusion.

"Of course I'm not! I'm Huo... an outstanding student in school, and I'm at the top of my grade in every exam!"

He did not lie about his grades. Sherlock, as a professor, could testify to this.

But Tracy said with a serious face.

"But learning is different from weaving flower baskets. Weaving flower baskets is a difficult thing. Mr. Malfoy may not be able to prove that he is not a stupid kid by weaving flower baskets."

Draco just laughed at such a childish statement.

"It's really a frog in the well. It's precisely because I don't know what the real world is like that I can get a sense of accomplishment from weaving flower baskets."

"But Mr. Malfoy doesn't know how to weave flower baskets?"

"Who says I can't!"

Draco seemed to be irritated by Tracey's regretful tone. He grabbed the branches in front of Tracey in his hands, and although his technique was unfamiliar, he weaved them together in a clear and orderly manner.

As the eldest son who was born with a silver spoon in his mouth, it was certainly impossible for Draco to make such gadgets that only Muggles would use to practice their craft skills.

It's just that when Sherlock was chatting with Tracy just now, because he didn't want to lower his status and get involved, he watched the children next to him clumsily knitting for a while out of boredom. Such craftsmanship is not difficult in the first place, but it's just like this. Let Della learn a lot about science.

Watching the interaction between the two, Sherlock remained silent. He just looked at Draco, who had not noticed that he had fallen into Tracy's "trap", and a smile appeared on his lips unconsciously.

This little girl is actually not as silly as she looks when she smiles. The smile with missing front teeth is the best disguise for her clever and eccentric appearance.

This provocative method naturally seemed clumsy in the eyes of adults, but it took poor Draco into the palm of his hand.

As if aware of Sherlock's gaze, Tracy raised her head and showed him that slightly funny smile again.

Sherlock had no way to expose her, he just reached out and touched her hair.

In order to prove that he was not so confused that he was the stupid child that Tracy said, he weaved the flower basket perfectly, which was much more beautiful than the other children around him.

After he finally placed the finished product on Tracy's table, there was no arrogance on his face, but just disdain.

It's just a flower basket. If it can make the eldest Malfoy proud, then he has lost his worth too much.

Tracy also did not hesitate to marvel.

"Mr. Malfoy is so amazing, he can actually make it up so beautifully!"

"snort."

Draco just snorted coldly, held his head high and said nothing.

At this time, Haili, who was inspecting the older children's works from the back row, came to them carrying the collected homework.

Tracy was surprised by the flower basket placed in front of her.

"That's a nice piece of writing, Tracey."

Tracey smiled with a missing front tooth and said with a smile.

"This is all Mr. Malfoy's fault."

Hailey smiled and nodded to Draco, expressing his gratitude.

She still thought that Draco just seemed difficult to get along with, but was actually a cold-faced and warm-hearted boy. She and Tracy weaved the flower basket together with her help and guidance.

Hailey took the flower basket and left, and no matter how stupid Draco was, he finally realized something was wrong at this time.

He stared at Tracy angrily with a sullen face.

"You set a trap for me!"

Tracey looked confused. She blinked her big eyes, as if she didn't understand what Draco was saying.

"Mr. Malfoy wants a condom? But Tracey doesn't have one."

Seeing her like this, Draco began to hesitate again.

He wondered if he was simply overthinking it. After all, how could such a young child deceive him?

In the end, he could only retract his suspicious gaze and continue to maintain his arrogant posture.

Sherlock finally couldn't hold back his laughter. He ruffled Tracey's hair, and then took Draco's arm.

"Okay, I'll see you later, Tracey, now we ask to help Mrs. Chris prepare lunch."

The little girl waved to them politely, and Sherlock led Draco towards the kitchen.

After helping Mrs. Chris and Haley deliver lunch to the children at noon, during the afternoon lunch break, Sherlock and Draco helped clear the snow from the previous few days in the yard.

Since they couldn't use magic, they spent an entire afternoon cleaning the yard.

Although Draco showed a million dissatisfaction during this period, he did not slack off and worked with Sherlock to clean up all the snow.

They worked until evening before they ended their volunteer work for the day.

Before leaving the orphanage, Mrs. Chris selected two flower baskets from the children's handiwork in the morning and gave them to them as a souvenir.

And what Draco got happened to be the one he had knitted by himself today.

In order to make it easier to use Apparition to leave, Sherlock took Draco away from the orphanage, looking for an inaccessible place.

"How are you feeling today?" Sherlock asked as they walked on the road.

Draco said with a cold face: "It's terrible."

"But these children are not as low-level and stupid as you think, aren't they?" Sherlock said with a smile, "Tracy is a full ten years younger than you, but she still coaxed you to help her complete the handiwork. Operation."

Hearing Sherlock's words, Draco looked shocked, and then his expression turned angry.

"She is really lying to me!"

"As a noble species like a pure-blood wizard, how does it feel to be fooled around by a little girl who is losing her teeth? Draco." Sherlock said with a smile.

Draco looked furious and his face turned red. If it weren't for the fact that Sherlock was right next to him, he might not be able to bear it now and would have to go back to Tracey for revenge.

Of course Sherlock would not give him this chance. After finding a suitable position, he directly grabbed Draco's arm and took him back to the gate of Hogwarts and back to the castle. .

"That's it for today. If you have any questions about your homework in the future, you can continue to come to my office and ask me. And don't forget to think carefully about what I said to you today."

Sherlock and Draco separated in the corridor in front of the castle foyer.

The Slytherin common room was underground. Draco still had a cold face and returned to the dormitory with the flower basket he had woven in his hand.

His roommates, Goyle and Brak, were not here, and it was almost dinner time. According to their habits, they should have gone to the auditorium early to guard. `interestingw

Draco raised the flower basket in his hand. When he saw this thing, the scene where he was played around by the child named Tracy in the morning appeared in his mind unconsciously.

This made Draco couldn't help but feel embarrassed. He raised his wand and subconsciously wanted to use a crushing spell to destroy this thing that represented shame.

But just when he was about to recite the spell, Draco accidentally saw a note sandwiched between the branches of the flower basket.

He hesitated for a moment, then finally put down the wand in his hand, reached out and took out the note from the flower basket.

There was only one short sentence on the note, and it seemed that the person who wrote it only knew these few words.

[Thank you, Mr. Malfoy. 】

At the end of the thank you, there is also a crude cat face drawn.

With that disdainful and arrogant look in his eyes, you can immediately identify him as the blue cat Biki who doesn't like to play with children.

Draco stared at the note in his hand, his eyes unblinking, not knowing what he was thinking.

Finally, he put the note back into the flower basket. Instead of destroying the flower basket, he put it in his desk cabinet.

...

As soon as Sherlock returned to the office, he saw the ghost of Gryffindor - Nearly Headless Nick floating in front of his door, as if waiting for him.

"Sir Nicholas, what do you want from me?"

After Nick saw Sherlock, a smile suddenly appeared on Nick's generous face.

Although he is a Gryffindor ghost, his relationship with Sherlock has always been good. After all, he likes to hear others call him Sir Nicholas.

"It's not me who has trouble with you, Professor Forrester, but Dumbledore. He asked me to come find you just after noon today, and you are finally back."

Hearing that Dumbledore was looking for him, Sherlock did not stop. He just went to the office and put on his wizard robe, and then walked towards the principal's office.

He knew very well what Dumbledore had been busy with recently. He could only find him because he had made new discoveries about the traces of Horcruxes.

When Sherlock came to the principal's office, Dumbledore was looking down at a document from the Ministry of Magic or the International Federation of Magic. When he saw Sherlock knocking on the door and walking in, a smile appeared on his face. uuread a book

"You took that Malfoy child out today?"

"I took him to a Muggle orphanage to be a volunteer for a day, hoping to give him something to think about. I feel that today's experience should be an unforgettable experience for him."

They didn't talk much about Draco, and Dumbledore soon got to the point.

"As for what I told you before, one of Voldemort's Horcruxes I discovered has now been located."

This is undoubtedly good news.

According to their inference based on Slughorn's memory, there were a total of six Horcruxes produced by Voldemort. The three that had been paid for had been destroyed, and the remaining ones had basically been located.

Except for Nashji, who has always been by Voldemort's side and has no way of accessing it yet, which Horcrux hidden in the Room of Requirement cannot escape in Hogwarts. In the end, only the one discovered by Dumbledore is left. Piece! The fastest new update is provided for you by Nothing But the Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor. Chapter 402: Poor Draco was played in the palm of his hand to read for free.

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