Just a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

As the Christmas holidays approached, the atmosphere of the students in Hogwarts gradually became more relaxed.

Of course, the little wizards have not forgotten the previous two attacks, but they can go home soon and temporarily leave the Hogwarts Castle, which may encounter danger at all times, which has released a lot of their depressed mood.

"I heard that Percy also signed the list of detention this time? What is he going to do with his detention?"

At lunchtime, in the Great Hall, Harry asked Ron curiously while cutting the grilled sausage on the plate.

Ron tipped his head mysteriously and whispered to Harry and Hermione.

"I guess Percy seems to be in love."

Hermione blinked, she asked in a slightly gossip tone.

"with who?"

"I don't know." Ron shook his head, "but I suspect it's a girl from Ravenclaw. I can always see him strolling around Ravenclaw towers some time ago."

Harry's fork with the sausage stuck in his hand was thinking.

"You said that Professor Forrest has such favorable conditions, and there are so many girls chasing him, but he still does not have a girlfriend. Is it because he always thinks that he can find a girlfriend at any time, so this leads to Not now?"

Ron's eyes widened, as if he had heard some shocking secret.

"It's not impossible."

Hermione tapped the plate with a spoon in dissatisfaction.

"Hey, respect! We have to give Professor Forrest a minimum of respect! If the professor hears your thoughts, he will definitely punish you to accompany Malfoy to clean the toilet."

Harry and Ron looked at each other, and they winked at each other, apparently not taking Hermione's words to heart.

Of course they would respect Sherlock in their hearts, but Hermione herself was too rigid.

"When will we start the third test?" Ron asked impatiently.

Harry also looked eager to try.

They are obviously addicted to this kind of thing, as if they found out that Sherlock is actually a wishing grail, but when making a wish, you have to ask him to say the wish in reverse.

Hermione counted the time, she said hesitantly.

"Probably this afternoon. I've finished writing half a foot. When I write some more, I'll go to the office to find the professor."

Ron urged.

"Your writing is too small, it doesn't matter if you write bigger, so the speed can be a little faster."

"If it's just for completion, what's the point of writing homework?" Hermione glared at him, "I remind you, if my homework is handed in ahead of time this time, you don't want to learn from me anymore, you have to write it all by yourself. ."

Faced with Hermione's threat, Harry and Ron didn't care.

Compared with not copying homework, testing whether Sherlock has God-like ability is obviously more attractive to them.

In the afternoon, Hermione came to the library with a half-written piece of one-foot-long parchment, with Harry and Ron following her.

But the two of them were empty-handed and brought nothing.

"It's my fault that you brought your homework together to write because you can be more conscious!" Hermione said angrily.

Harry spread his hands.

"How can the most important thing be doing homework now? We need to study Professor Forrest's crow's mouth, and the scope of the influence is the first and foremost."

He said with a serious face.

"If the professor really has the ability to make the sun rise in the west, then our test right now is saving the world."

Ron also seemed to have found an excuse for what they were doing, and said with a bright face.

"Yes, we are saving the world!"

Hermione looked helpless, and she couldn't refute anything.

In disguise, Harry was right.

If Sherlock finds out that the upper limit of his crow's mouth is extremely high before he talks nonsense, this is indeed saving the world in another sense.

For an afternoon, Hermione was seriously looking for various materials in the library, writing the homework of Defense Against the Dark Arts during the Christmas holiday.

A foot of parchment paper is about 30 centimeters long, much larger than normal A4 paper.

In addition, Hermione's own writing is very small, which makes her spend a lot of time on homework.

Around four o'clock in the afternoon, Hermione basically filled the entire parchment with words. She looked at her homework with satisfaction, then turned to look at Harry, who was lying on the table in a bored daze and almost fell asleep. .

"Have you all found out? Professor Forrest is in his office now?"

Harry yawned and rubbed his eyes.

"I asked George and the others in advance. The professor only has their classes in the afternoon. It is estimated that the get out of class has already ended at this time."

"Then we can go now."

Immediately Harry and Ron were both refreshed.

"Have you finished writing?"

"There are still two lines left to meet the professor's one-foot requirement. Let's go over first and make up after these two lines."

They left the library flanking Hermione, and then walked to Sherlock's office.

The closer to the holiday, the busier Sherlock's work gets.

The homework in the lower grades is fine, as long as they choose the topic of the thesis.

But senior grades obviously can't do that.

In the past, Hogwarts had never had such a thing as a "test book". If Sherlock wanted students in the fifth grade and above to learn the tactics of the sea of ​​questions.

First of all, he had to make up the sea of ​​questions himself.

This is undoubtedly a huge project. In order to distribute the compiled exercise books to the students before the Christmas break, Sherlock is basically busy with this except for class time these days.

He felt that Dumbledore would give him an excellent teacher award this year to commend him as a good employee who worked hard and never complained.

Just as Sherlock was holding a quill in his hand, and an automatic shorthand quill was scrambling to write, Hermione knocked on the door and walked in.

Sherlock rubbed his sore wrist and looked up at the little girl who walked in lightly.

"Miss Granger, what's the matter?"

Compared to Harry and Ron, Sherlock's perception of Hermione is much better than them.

Active in class, never perfunctory in homework after class, complete quality and quantity, usually diligent and conscientious, self-discipline.

What teacher would not like such a perfect student?

But Sherlock ignored him, no matter how perfect Hermione was on the surface, she was still a Gryffindor at heart.

Every little lion has a restless heart.

Hermione, who can mix with Harry Ron, is no exception.