Just a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

Bill walked into the Burrow with Sherlock, two years apart in age and two grades apart when they were at Hogwarts.

"I heard you also got twelve O's in the wizarding exam? Then you went to the Auror at the Ministry of Magic?"

The Weasley family's children, except for George Fred, the fourth and fifth, have a bit of a headache, but the eldest two brothers, Bill and Charlie, are mild-mannered people.

It's just that the eldest pursued his independence and finally chose to go to Gringotts, Egypt to be a spell-breaker. The second liked rough power and went to Romania to become a dragon trainer.

Facing Bill's question, Sherlock nodded flatly.

"I wanted to go to the Ministry of Magic to apply for the combat department of the Auror Command to gain experience, but they thought it would be more suitable for me to keep the civilian department to study magic. Finally, because of differences in the position, I resigned after more than a year. ."

Bill shrugged.

"Actually, even if you're not an Auror, it's pretty good to be a spell-breaker. Our job isn't to sit in the office and wave your wand in a boring way, but to go out and have a lot of adventures."

"Being a defense professor at Hogwarts is my greatest ideal. I only applied for the Auror because Professor Dumbledore felt that I was not qualified at the time. Now I have become the position I want to do."

Naturally, Sherlock, the original owner's most peaceful ideal, could not easily change his words, and Bill expressed his sigh.

"I didn't expect that Professor Dumbledore would actually hire a young man in his early twenties as a professor, especially a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, which is enough to show that he believes in your ability."

"It's natural."

"However, about your joining the Order of the Phoenix, my parents, including others, seem to have different opinions from Professor Dumbledore. It is estimated that they will have a dispute over this matter when the dinner is over."

Sherlock frowned slightly.

"Why is that?"

"I don't know, but the dinner will start soon, and you should know the reason soon."

The Burrow is called the Burrow, but it only looks shabby and shabby. In fact, it can usually accommodate seven children and a pair of parents. The number of rooms and the size of the living room are not small.

After Bill took Sherlock around the Burrow briefly, they walked out of it and came to the garden.

A long table about ten meters long has been placed here, and a light-colored tablecloth is laid flat on it. In addition to the sumptuous food, three vases are placed at the same distance. flowers of different colors.

A lot of people have already come to the garden, there are about twenty or thirty in total.

Sherlock saw a crippled old man with one leg, a magic eyeball, and a fierce look on his face, and a tall, bald, dark-skinned middle-aged wizard with golden earrings.

Standing and chatting with them was a young witch with a pale face in the shape of a peach heart. She had bright emerald green hair, bright black eyes, and was wearing the eccentric sisters shirt that most rebellious girls of this age liked. Clearly a lively person.

And when Sherlock saw the trio of the three old, young and middle-aged, the dark-skinned wizard also noticed him.

He saw that Sherlock's eyes were a little heavy, but he couldn't hide the surprise in his eyes. He stopped talking with the disabled crazy old man and the young witch, and walked quickly to Sherlock's side.

"It's been a long time since I saw Sherlock. The last time we saw each other was two years ago, when I said goodbye to you at the Ministry of Magic."

The middle-aged wizard seemed to know that his character was relatively cold, and he didn't like to be too intimate with others, so he just gave Sherlock a hug.

Sherlock did not evade,

He recognized the sorcerer who had a very distinct appearance.

This person appears in the original owner's diary and photos.

Kingsley Shacklebolt, one of the Aurors who was close to Dumbledore, also took great care of the original owner in the Ministry of Magic, and was one of the few people who the original owner was willing to contact.

And that disabled crazy old man was also someone Sherlock had seen in the original owner's diary.

Alastor Moody, one of the famous Aurors of the British Ministry of Magic.

He is best known for not using the Unforgivable Curse in battle with the Death Eaters in the 1970s, at the height of Voldemort's power, and for reintroducing many Aurors who had joined the Death Eaters. .

His crippled eyes and legs, as well as the scars all over his body, were left over from his heroic battles with Death Eaters and Dark Wizards.

From the fact that he was willing to persuade the Auror who became a Death Eater to change his ways, it can be seen that Moody was a brave, tolerant and conscientious wizard when he was young.

But as he got older, he slowly became suspicious and short-tempered.

However, in the Ministry of Magic, he is very compatible with the original master. He believes that if the original master's ability is to join the Auror's combat department, he will definitely become a bright new star in the Ministry of Magic in the future. Department to submit an application.

It is precisely because of this that the relationship between the original owner and him is even better than that of Kingsley.

After Kingsley came to Sherlock, Moody gathered with the young witch beside him.

"I haven't seen Sherlock for a long time. I heard that you have become a professor at Hogwarts."

Moody's voice was hoarse and rough, matching his appearance.

"I have long known that your ability is sufficient for this position, but if you continue to stay in the Auror Command, you will definitely have a brighter future."

"My ideal is to be a professor at Hogwarts, and even the Minister of Magic doesn't have a bright future in my eyes."

When Moody heard Sherlock's words, not only did he not get angry, but he laughed.

"Even two years later, you still look like the same old person."

Kingsley introduced the young witch to Sherlock.

"This is Nymphadora Tonks, a year younger than you, Hufflepuff, who just graduated from Hogwarts last summer and is now taking part in Auror training. She's very talented. Yes, she will be an excellent Auror in the future, and at the same time have the ideals and ambitions of integrity, so I brought her to meet Dumbledore by the way of the party today."

He wanted to introduce Sherlock to Tonks again, but Tonks eagerly interrupted what he hadn't said yet.

"You don't need to introduce Senior Forrest to me. I already knew him in the second grade, and even confessed to him in the fourth grade."

As soon as her words came out, the surrounding wizards stared, not knowing what to say for a while.