Just a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

The little episode of meeting Harry and Ron did not disturb Sherlock's mood to go out to relax.

Every year until around Christmas, when the temperature drops low enough, a thick layer of ice forms on the surface of the Black Lake.

From the upper floors of the castle, it gives the impression that a mirror is embedded in the snow.

When Sherlock came to the lake, there was a desire to take a walk on it.

But there are still several students around in twos and threes. In order to maintain the character, he can only try his best to restrain this desire.

When he strolled around the lake to the beater willow that was smashed by Harry and Ron when school started, he suddenly heard what seemed to be a student arguing in front of him.

"What are you doing here, Weasley?" a sarcastic, frivolous voice called.

It was Draco Malfoy, and by his side he was accompanied by two of his henchmen, Goyle and Crabbe, who would always be by his side.

And the person he provoked was the third son of the Weasley family, Percy Weasley.

Percy looked extremely indignant at Draco's words.

"You need to show some respect to the prefect!" he said. "I don't like your attitude!"

Draco smiled disdainfully.

"You are the prefect of Gryffindor, you don't need to hold me down with that status."

His voice was suddenly lowered, and there was joy in his tone.

"You should already know that your father was fined 50 Galleons for your idiot brother. This must be all your family's possessions, right? It's pathetic, so what is your mother's Christmas present for you today? A cold sandwich? Haha!"

Goyle and Crabbe laughed in sympathy.

Seeing Percy's face contorted with anger, Draco was much happier now.

Since he was punished by Sherlock and cleaned the toilet on the first floor of the castle until January 1st next year, these days have not been good days at all.

Even if he went to Snape and begged him to come forward to avoid his punishment, Snape just said indifferently that he deserved it, which made Draco's mood even worse.

A few days ago, because of Harry and Ron driving the flying car to Hogwarts, the Ministry of Magic finally punished Mr. Weasley under the operation of Draco's father Malfoy.

Although they did not satisfy their father and son's wishes, they also fined Mr. Weasley 50 Galleons (almost three months' salary).

Coupled with meeting Percy today, Draco couldn't help but bring up this matter, and humiliated Percy severely to vent his anger.

"It's a pity that the Ministry of Magic didn't fire your father, or your whole family would be drinking the Northwest Wind!"

Draco vented all the anger he had been feeling these days into vicious words, cursing at Percy.

"The thinking of that Slytherin descendant should also change, not only to clean up those bloody filthy scumbags at Hogwarts, but also to clean up you pure-blooded scum, you and your four Stupid brother and sister, they all deserve to die!"

Percy's face was flushed to the extreme. Even his conformist temper made him unable to bear such humiliation. He angrily raised his wand and aimed it at Draco.

"Passed out!"

A red beam burst out from his wand, swaying and shooting towards Draco at a speed that the naked eye could not observe in the air!

Draco didn't expect Percy to attack like this at all, looking at the curse flying towards him, a look of horror appeared on his face, and he didn't have time to dodge.

Fortunately, Crabbe on one side grabbed his shoulder and led him to the right, evading Percy's curse.

The Stunning Charm passed Draco's ear and finally hit a piece of glass on the outer wall of Hogwarts Castle.

There was a crisp cracking sound.

"How dare you cast a spell on me!"

Draco's voice sharpened with disbelief.

Everyone knows that Percy Weasley's character is the most well-behaved among the Weasley brothers and likes to follow the rules, so Draco dares to provoke him like this.

But I don't know if his words went too far, or because Percy was in a bad mood recently, he actually violated the school rules and attacked Draco first.

After reacting, Draco, Goyle, and Crabbe pulled out their wands with grim expressions.

Although Percy was three years older than them, there were so many people on Draco's side that the spell was not afraid of him at all.

Seeing that Percy was about to collapse, a cold voice sounded aside.

"What do you want to do?"

Hearing the familiar voice, Draco and the three of them suddenly froze when they raised their sticks. They looked angrily at Sherlock, who was walking slowly, with an indifferent face. The villain complained first.

"Professor! That Weasley guy attacked us first! You'll deduct his points! And punish him for cleaning the toilet!"

"Are you teaching me what to do?"

Sherlock's voice was cold, like the ice on the Black Lake, as cold as if it could freeze people to death.

Draco was immediately frightened by his momentum, pursed his lips, and dared not speak again.

Sherlock watched this conflict from beginning to end. He didn't show up when Percy cursed Draco just now, just to want Percy to teach him a lesson.

It's a pity that the spell didn't hit, and Sherlock came forward to help Percy out of the siege.

According to the school rules, Percy was the first to shoot. If he punished Draco, Percy would definitely not be able to run.

So Sherlock just said something coldly after that.

"What are you still doing here? You want me to deduct points for Gryffindor and Slytherin!"

Draco gave Sherlock a vicious peek, and then walked towards the castle with his two followers.

Percy also left in the direction of the castle in a depressed mood. When passing by Sherlock, he thanked him in a low voice.

"Thank you, Professor Forrest."

Sherlock nodded and said nothing.

Looking at the backs of them leaving, he finally shook his head helplessly.

As a fully closed boarding school, there are not many conflicts between Hogwarts middle school students, and there are also signs of school violence from time to time.

But Sherlock had just arrived at the castle for less than half a year, and he couldn't do much. He could only help the persecuted party when the time was right.

He raised his head and squinted, looking at the last place where Percy's Stunning Charm hit, a window on the eighth floor of the castle.

From the location, it looks like...

Dumbledore's Headmaster's Office!

......

Putting down the quill in his hand, the aged Dumbledore relieved his body, which had become somewhat stiff from sitting for a long time.

He frowned and looked at the desk and thought for a long time, but he didn't come up with an official document that he should make. He squeezed a Bibi Duo Bean from the candy box beside him and put it in his mouth.

"Pooh!"

Before chewing twice, he spat out the multi-flavored bean with a painful expression.

This is the 7th time. The box of multi-flavored beans selected by the old man seems to be all pepper-flavored and ear-wax-flavored, and few of them are normal.

Dumbledore's luck began to go downhill today after he finished opening the Christmas presents in the morning.

First, I fell down when I went downstairs, and when I returned to the office, I received a lot of official letters from the International Federation of Wizards.

On Christmas day, there is actually a lot of mess waiting for him to deal with!

Needless to say, the candy tasted wrong. There was even a real cockroach that climbed into the cockroach pile of candy boxes that Sherlock gave him, and almost made him eat it!

Just when the unlucky old head Deng got up from his chair and was about to take a walk in the office.

"boom!"

A bright red spell suddenly shattered the glass on his window!

Dumbledore stood in front of the broken window like a clay sculpture, and the cold wind from outside the window slapped his wrinkled face, as if bad luck was mocking him.

With a dignified face, he pulled out the Elder Wand and carefully examined his body.

Something was wrong today, maybe someone cursed him!