Just a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

Sherlock didn't know what happened at Hogwarts.

At eleven o'clock in the morning, Sherlock and Professor McGonagall, who had finished today's course, gathered together in Dumbledore's headmaster's room, preparing to go to an unknown location.

"I must first emphasize to you that Sherlock, after the complete fall of the mysterious man, there will be no order of the Phoenix, we are just a group of like-minded friends who get together occasionally, not an organization specially created for a certain purpose. "

In Dumbledore's headmaster's office, Professor McGonagall said with a serious look.

Sherlock nodded flatly on the surface, indicating that he knew it, but he couldn't help but complain in his heart.

Unexpectedly, the usually outdated and upright Professor McGonagall would also be flexible in certain things.

But it's better not to emphasize it like this. Anyone with a slightly normal mind knows that what you say is more confirmation of certain things.

Dumbledore, who was standing up from his chair, heard what Professor McGonagall said and couldn't help but shake his head with a smile.

"You don't have to, Minerva, you can tell him more clearly."

He turned his gaze to Sherlock. Those sapphire blue eyes were clear and bright, but they contained some special meaning.

"The last time you came to me to apply for membership, I told you about Sherlock. The original purpose of the Order of the Phoenix was to fight against him and his followers. We have many partners, wizards, squibs, Aurors, barmen and even thieves, but we all have one ideal in common, and that is the power to bring him down."

"You know what happened after that. He failed, and his forces disappeared. Therefore, the magic world, especially some officials of the Ministry of Magic, were very worried about the power of the Order of the Phoenix that they could not control, so in order to reassure them, I It was decided to temporarily silence the Order of the Phoenix at that time, fading out of people's sight."

"But I didn't disband it, people would come back from various places every once in a while, partying and chatting, talking about their lives, keeping everyone in touch at all times, until when necessary, the one that has disappeared from people's eyes. The Order of the Phoenix will reappear intact, do you know why?"

Facing Dumbledore's question, Sherlock just thought for a moment and came up with the answer, and he spoke softly.

"Because the danger hasn't really been eliminated, there's still a chance that person will come back."

Dumbledore affirmed his words, but changed one of the words with a serious expression.

"It's not a possibility, but a certainty. I don't want the entire magic world to be helpless by that time, so we need to gather strength."

Sherlock nodded solemnly.

After the real contact with Dumbledore, his impression of the old man is gradually changing.

At first, because the first impression came from the movie commentaries that added private goods, he thought that the headmaster of Hogwarts was a person with a deep sense of scheming.

But judging from the time spent getting along, he does have a scheming and a city government, but it doesn't make people feel disgusted at all.

The undisputed Dumbledore is a very charismatic old man. He will do a lot of things in private without you, but you can completely believe that everything he does will not be harmful to anyone.

At the same time, on some things that others think should be concealed, he will trust you and tell you the whole story, explain the reasons to you clearly, and know why he did it.

He does not hide that he will make some unknown preparations, nor does he hypocritically show his kindness and integrity.

Overall, Sherlock felt pretty good.

Dumbledore stretched out his arm, and the phoenix, who had been standing on the golden branch beside the door, stood on his shoulder with his flaming wings outstretched.

"Grab my sleeve Sherlock."

Sherlock and Professor McGonagall stood on the left and right of Dumbledore, respectively.

They grabbed his sleeves together, and then, with a long cry from Phoenix Fox, the golden-red fire surrounded them.

The next second, in front of a dilapidated and shabby house, the three of Sherlock reappeared here.

As soon as their feet stepped on the firm ground, they heard a happy voice from a distance.

"Come on Arthur, Dumbledore and the others are here, and everyone has already arrived. Bring out the apple pie I made in it, set the tableware, and the banquet can start immediately."

This voice was very familiar even to Sherlock.

Soon he knew where Dumbledore had taken them - the Weasleys' home.

Mrs. Weasley, who stepped forward to greet her, had a smile on her face, but after seeing Sherlock, she was suddenly stunned.

Dumbledore smiled and walked over with Sherlock and Professor McGonagall.

"What's the matter, Molly, Sherlock Forrest, don't you know him anymore?"

Mrs. Weasley came back to her senses. She looked at Sherlock, then turned to look at Dumbledore, and her voice even stuttered.

"No, no, Dumbledore, we met in Diagon Alley during the summer vacation, but you said that you will bring a new friend today, and this person is Sherlock?"

Sherlock felt a little strange about her abnormal performance. Judging from the enthusiasm that Mrs. Weasley showed to him in Diagon Alley, she should not be happy to know that she had joined the Order of the Phoenix and became a like-minded partner, right? ?

Dumbledore shook his head slightly and patted her on the shoulder.

"Wait a minute, I'll explain the reason to everyone during the dinner."

Out of absolute trust in Dumbledore, Mrs. Weasley didn't say much. She smiled again and looked at Sherlock.

"It's the first time you've come to my house as a guest. Come and visit. Bill is back today to prepare for Christmas. I'll let him show you around."

Sherlock could feel that her smile was a little reluctant, but he didn't ask any more questions at this time, and the answer would be revealed when the dinner started.

Hearing Mrs. Weasley's cry, a tall man walked out of the house and the red hair characteristic of the Weasley family, with a long ponytail and an earring on his ear, looked cool from the outside. young wizard.

When the wizard saw Sherlock, a bright smile appeared on his face.

"Long time no see, Sherlock, although you may not be very familiar with me, can I call you that?"

Sherlock nodded. Judging from Mrs. Weasley's title and the wizard's age, he had already guessed that this was the eldest son of the Weasley family - William Arthur Weasley.

But everyone called him Bill Weasley.