Just a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

They walked deeper into the Forbidden Forest. After more than an hour, they finally walked out of the dense woods and came to an open view.

When they got here, Sherlock could already hear a strange sound, like the whistle of a train, which could be heard from a long distance, loud, but sometimes absent, just like breathing.

Hagrid scratched his head with a red face.

"He sleeps very well at night."

"It is indeed very good." Sherlock complained, "but the creatures that originally lived here will be unlucky. They will have to move to a place at least one kilometer away to live."

Just as they were talking, a "rustling" sound came from the bushes not far away from them. Hagrid looked in that direction with some vigilance, but Sherlock's face did not change.

After entering the Forbidden Forest, he launched his control magic, so even if the person had not appeared in front of them, Sherlock knew that this was not an enemy.

Two centaurs stepped out from behind the bushes, one of them had a handsome face, light golden hair, and his exposed upper body did not have as much hair as other centaurs.

After seeing the newcomer, Hagrid looked a little embarrassed, but he still greeted him.

"Firenze, it's so late, you haven't rested yet?"

The centaur named Firenze looked at Hagrid, his expression was kind, but he could also see the helplessness in it.

"It's hard for people to fall asleep with this noise, Hagrid, he's too noisy, the whole tribe can't stand such noise, and he tried to get close to our territory during the day, he seemed to be curious about the wooden fence outside."

The centaur next to Firenze was not as polite as him, he directly accused loudly.

"You must let him leave! This way we can't rest normally, and he showed aggressiveness, no one can guarantee that he will not rush into our tribe one day!"

Hagrid was even more embarrassed, he explained with a lack of confidence.

"Grop is still a child... He is just not very sensible now. I will teach him. I believe I can teach him well."

"Before I teach him well, we will probably be torn apart by him as toys!" The rude centaur said angrily, "We are not discussing this with you, Hagrid! The leader has already said that if you don't want him to move out, then we will use violence to expel him!"

Hagrid waved his hands in panic.

"Oh no, no, no, Eric, he is my brother. There is only such an open space next to your department in the entire Forbidden Forest. I can go to your place and explain to other centaurs, and I promise to discipline him within three days..."

Before Hagrid finished speaking, Sherlock interrupted him.

"We will find a new habitat for Grawp. This is the reason why I came to the Forbidden Forest tonight. Don't worry, he won't bother you anymore."

Firenze and Eric only turned their attention to Sherlock at this time. They didn't notice him because of Grawp's problem and because Sherlock was standing behind Hagrid and was mostly blocked by his large figure.

"You are... Professor Forrest from that school." Firenze's expression was a little surprised. He seemed to know Sherlock's name.

Sherlock raised his eyebrows. Being able to call out his name meant that the centaurs who had been living in the Forbidden Forest were not completely isolated from the outside world. They also had channels to obtain information.

"I am Sherlock Forrest. Dumbledore made a special trip for me to come to the Forbidden Forest today to deal with Grawp's matter."

Eric and Firenze looked at each other, and then they bowed their heads to Sherlock to show respect.

"Since you are here to handle it, we are willing to follow your arrangements." Firenze said softly, "May the stars guide you, Mr. Forrest." After that, the two centaurs returned in front of them and disappeared into the bushes. Sherlock stared at Hagrid. "When did the centaurs become so easy to talk to?" Hagrid was also at a loss. "I don't know. Normally, centaurs should hate and look down on wizards, but they are always talking nonsense. Maybe they saw some prophecy in the starry sky." Sherlock touched his chin in confusion. He didn't think that it was just because of his current fame in the magic world that the centaurs showed such an attitude. Harry's fame was greater than his before. When listening to their stories about their first year, the centaurs didn't show so much respect. Before Sherlock came to his senses, Hagrid asked with some concern. "How can we find a new open space for Grawp? All other places are occupied by magical animals. There is only this open space next to the centaur tribe."

"The Forbidden Forest is so big. Even if there is no open space, can't we create one?" Sherlock continued to walk in the direction of the snoring. "What about the territory of the Acromantula? I remember that place was quite big. Your brother is a pure-blooded giant. Even if he is not as tall and strong as other giants in the giant tribe, pulling up a few trees should not be much more difficult than pulling up grass for us, right?"

Hagrid showed an embarrassed look on his face.

"I haven't thought about letting him clear a clearing by himself, but he...well, he doesn't really listen to me."

Sherlock turned his head and glanced at Hagrid, who was still bruised and swollen, and couldn't help but smacked his lips, knowing that the relationship between their brothers was "deep".

"Disobedient naughty child? If you can't discipline him, then let me do it."

As they were talking, they had already arrived at the open space where Hagrid's brother Grawp was temporarily living.

The giants in this century are not as big as mountains like in other fantasy stories. The average height of giants is about 20 feet, which is more than 6 meters.

The height is equivalent to a two-story building, and Hagrid's half-brother Grawp is a small man among the giants, only 16 feet (more than 4 meters). It is precisely because of this willingness that he Hagrid, who had been bullied by the giant tribe before, found him during this trip to find the giant and brought him back to Hogwarts.

But the Forbidden Forest is not Hagrid's private property after all. The forest still belongs to Hogwarts in name. Whether this matter is public or private, Dumbledore should know about it.

On the first day Hagrid came back, he found Dumbledore and got permission from him.

But even the "short" Grawp was still a giant. Dumbledore, who knew Hagrid's character, certainly didn't leave this matter to him so easily, so he asked Sherlock to help him this afternoon. Take care of it.

Grawp was currently sleeping on the comfortable grass. His snoring was so loud that the closer he got, the more people were shaken by the sound, which made their ears ring.

"I can't wake him up!"

Hagrid, who stood in front of him like a dwarf, struggled to punch Grawp twice with his fists. But as he said, his brother had a good sleep quality and was not bitten by mosquitoes like this. Feeling like waking up.

This was of course the reason why Hagrid obviously didn't want to strike hard. Sherlock waved his hand at Hagrid, signaling him to step back, and then snapped his fingers at Grawp.

The next second, Grawp's upper body seemed to be suddenly pushed up by some huge force, and he sat up from the ground.

If he doesn't wake up like this, then don't call him a giant, just call him a giant pig.

The snoring stopped suddenly, and Grawp opened his stone-sized eyes in a daze, looking down at Sherlock and Hagrid.

After a full five or six seconds, he seemed to have reacted. He roared very dissatisfied and irritably, then raised his fist and smashed it to the ground.

Fortunately, he still saved some face for Hagrid. He just beat the ground to vent his anger, and had no intention of attacking Sherlock and the others.

The ground shook twice. Although it was not to the point of shaking the earth, it still made people tremble under their feet.

Sherlock frowned and looked at Grawp, who was like a child and had an unsound mind.

"Can he communicate?"

Hagrid said: "You can communicate, but he usually doesn't want to communicate with me. I've been trying to think of ways to teach him English since I brought him to the Forbidden Forest."

Sherlock nodded.

"As long as he can communicate, tell him now and ask him to go to the Acromantula's former territory and clean it up by himself, and he will live there from now on."

"He probably won't be able to agree. He was very satisfied with this place when I brought him here." Hagrid said hesitantly.

"Just do what I say first."

Hagrid followed what Sherlock said and tried to communicate with Grawp and told him the general meaning.

But the result was just as he said. Grawp didn't look very happy. He shook his big head and babbled something that Sherlock couldn't understand. But even if you had to guess, you could guess that he was refusing. .

Hagrid shook his head helplessly at Sherlock, but Sherlock didn't show any disappointment on his face. He directly grabbed a lot of wands from his pocket, and the last two hundred wands were all suspended in the grid. Around Luopu, the tips of the sticks were pointed at him.

Hagrid was immediately shocked.

"Sherlock, he can still be saved!"

"Don't be nervous." Sherlock comforted Hagrid, "I will keep a good balance and will not let him get hurt. I will only let him know what it means to be obedient."

Grawp is a giant, but giants are not fools. With so many wands pointing at him, he naturally feels Sherlock's hostility.

He stood up from the ground, roared, and waved his big hand, as if to drive away mosquitoes, trying to drive away the wands floating around him.

But before he could make any move, hundreds of wands struck out in unison!

The next moment, Graup was floating in the air.

He looked extremely panicked. The feeling of floating without being able to touch the ground made him feel insecure. His body struggled desperately in mid-air, but it was all in vain.

Hagrid watched with his mouth wide open as Sherlock subdued Grawp so easily. He could imagine that Sherlock would be very strong, but it was a bit too exaggerated to leave a giant powerless to fight back.

After all, although the giants are not very smart and their bodies are huge, their reactions are very slow and they are easily hit by magic spells, but they also have magic resistance that is no less than that of fire dragons.

Spells like the Levitation Spell would be difficult to be effective on giants without a hundred and eighty wizards casting the spell together.

And now it was the first time that Hagrid saw Sherlock's ability to cast spells with multiple wands.

Sherlock didn't care about Hagrid's shocked look. In the past, even if he used two hundred wands together to use the floating spell, he couldn't control the giant. This was not because the giants were too heavy, but because they were The magic resistance is too high.

It was not until recently that he completed the third soul suture using the remnant soul in the locket. His magic power was greatly strengthened, and his control over magic was much better than before, and he was able to enhance the spell to its current level.

He led Grawp directly towards the Acromantula's territory. Grawp was certainly dishonest along the way. He kept struggling and roaring like a drowning man, but it was all in vain.

Hagrid followed Sherlock like this, and the two of them took Grawp to the territory of the Acromantula.

This place had been burned to ashes more than three years ago, but recently, relying on the nutrients left by the plant ash, some new plants have grown.

The reason why Hagrid did not choose this place at first was because the terrain here was not flat, with potholes everywhere, and there were many roots of trees that had not been completely burned, making it very troublesome to take care of.

Sherlock directly threw Graup, who had basically given up struggling, into a big pit.

Grawp, who had regained his freedom, felt that he could stand strong again. He believed that Sherlock had been able to control him before because of his sneak attack. As long as he was mentally prepared, he would definitely not be subdued so easily again.

Grawp roared and wanted to rush up from the pit, pointing his hand in Sherlock's direction, as if he wanted to catch him in his hand.

Sherlock just waved his hand expressionlessly, and hundreds of wands around him acted together to cast a repelling spell.

An incomparably huge force collided with Grawp who was trying to rush out of the pit, knocking him upside down and rolling back to the bottom of the pit like a meat ball.

Grawp shook the dirt from his hair, and with only one thought, he rushed towards Sherlock again.

Not surprisingly, he was knocked to the ground again. After repeating this five times in a row, the extent of his fall to the ground became larger and larger each time. The fifth time, he even sat on the ground and slid back seven or eight meters. After stopping, Graup finally became honest and lowered his head to show his resignation.

This is the rule within the giant clan. Whoever has the bigger fist has the right to speak.

"Now let me tell him, if you want to live here, you have to sort out an open space for yourself."

Hagrid repeated Sherlock's words in a gentle tone.

In this way, the two of them took advantage of each other, and managed Grawp to be submissive. At least now he could listen to what Hagrid said to him.