Just a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

Three days before the Christmas break, Hogwarts began to snow.

The snow fell heavily, and in less than two hours, the entire castle was covered with a pure white coat. The students who finished the day's class ran outside excitedly, and they had a game this afternoon.

Harry Ron and Hermione, the three of them, were not in the mood at this time, and ran out to play in the snow like other students.

They were sitting on the seats in the empty classroom with mixed emotions, staring blankly at the overwhelming snowflakes outside.

Although Harry and Ron were both very excited about the fulfillment of Sherlock's crow's mouth at first.

But when they calmed down, they became like Hermione and realized how incredible this was.

"Is it possible, I mean possible, this snow has nothing to do with Professor Forrest. After all, it actually snows every year until around Christmas, but this year the snow came a little later."

Hermione pretended to be relaxed.

She really couldn't accept this fact, no matter whether it was eleven years of science or two years of magic, there was no precedent to tell her that people can be so omnipotent, and even the weather can change with just one word. .

Harry and Ron looked at her strangely.

"Don't deceive yourself, Hermione. What you said about Professor Forrest was a coincidence, but today's weather was obtained by Professor Forrest's experiment, and the facts are in front of us."

Harry spread his hands and said.

"If you still don't believe it, we can even test it again."

Hearing Harry's words, Ron was also excited at this time.

When they found out that the flag Sherlock had set up turned out to be the opposite of what he said, they were now addicted to playing.

"Yeah, we can test it again. Professor Forrest is in the castle anyway."

The three did what they said, and this time Hermione didn't stop them. She really couldn't believe it was true.

As long as one test fails, it proves that the so-called crow's mouth is all coincidence, not some strange talent.

The three of them sneakily gathered in front of Sherlock's office. They discussed it for a long time at the door, and finally decided to let Ron in this time.

Ron cleared his throat outside, tidied up his robes, and when he was ready, knocked gently on the door of Sherlock's office.

"Come in."

He pushed open the door and walked in. Sherlock looked away from the seventh grade homework and looked strange when he saw Ron.

"What the hell are you trying to do?"

Seeing that he hadn't spoken yet, Sherlock had already begun to suspect, and Ron hurriedly said as planned outside.

"Professor, when I went back to write my homework, I found some knowledge about Boggart. I didn't understand it in class. Could you tell me more about it?"

Sherlock stared at Ron with a look that seemed to penetrate the heart. Fortunately, Ron's psychological quality was strong enough. He did not avoid Sherlock's eyes, but swallowed and nodded sincerely. .

"What part did you not understand?"

Sherlock just thought that Harry and the three bear children were acting a little strange today, but after all, he still didn't know how to read the mind, so he couldn't see what was going on in Ron's mind. Facing the questions raised by the students in the class, he didn't know what to do. Of course to give confusion.

"You said that Brock is a magical creature that has no specific aggressiveness and only intimidates people. So what does it usually rely on to survive?"

The question Ron asked was helped by Hermione to figure it out. When Sherlock was talking about this in class, it was just passing by, without specific details. It was appropriate to ask it after class.

It doesn't look awkward either.

Sherlock didn't hear anything unusual from the question, and he sorted out his thoughts and began to explain to Ron.

"No one has seen the real look of Brock, and the appearance it shows is changed by seeing the most feared things in people's hearts, and it is precisely this that they rely on for survival - fear, Brock uses Fear feeds on..."

Sherlock spoke very carefully, and Ron seemed to listen carefully. Finally, after he finished speaking, he thanked Sherlock very politely.

"Thank you Professor." Then he added a sentence after it seemed natural, "If Filch doesn't bother me later, then I believe I will finish this homework soon."

Sherlock looked at him suspiciously.

"If you didn't break the rules of the castle, how could Filch bother you?"

Hearing Sherlock say this, the excitement on Ron's face couldn't be suppressed.

"You mean Filch isn't going to bother me before Christmas, is he?"

Sherlock took out the seventh grade homework again for correction, and said without looking up.

"Unless you've made a mistake, don't worry about Filch he'll get you in trouble. The castle keeper may be unreasonable at times, but most of the time he's playing by the rules."

After getting what he wanted, Ron couldn't stand it anymore in his seat, he stood up to say goodbye to Sherlock, and then trotted out of the office.

Sherlock looked at his back who couldn't wait to leave, sighed and shook his head, and continued to correct his homework, while monitoring Neville's movements on the Marauder's map at all times.

After Ron ran out of Sherlock's office, he immediately found Harry and Hermione waiting in the corridor.

"Professor Forrest said if I hadn't made a mistake, Filch wouldn't have bothered me before Christmas!"

Hermione said seriously.

"This is the best way to test whether everything happened and whether it has anything to do with what Professor Forrest said. Because under normal circumstances, if Ron didn't make a mistake, Ron would probably not be troubled by Filch. "

At this time, Ron was not afraid or worried at all. Even if he knew that if Sherlock's crow's mouth really came true, Filch would punish him, and he couldn't suppress his excitement at this time.

"Yes, we haven't violated the school rules at all during this period of time. How could Filch trouble me?"

Harry and the others said as they walked towards the Gryffindor lounge.

Since Ron's appointed time was before Christmas, they had to wait for the results these days.

But before they had just reached the stairs to Gryffindor Tower, Filch glared at his bulging fish-like eyes and blocked their way angrily.