Just a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

Since there is a potion in the magic world that can make people lucky, then the curse of bad luck will naturally exist.

Dumbledore didn't think about the curse at all at first.

Because ordinary people have never even heard of such a black curse.

Even if someone knew that they wanted to cast a spell on him without knowing it, and counted all the wizards backwards from ancient times to the present, they would not be able to pick out a few.

But today's fortune is really too evil, Dumbledore had to conduct a comprehensive inspection of himself.

The results are clear.

There is no curse on him.

This made him ponder.

So what happened today?

Is it really just pure, his luck is too bad?

The issues involved in this aspect are too metaphysical. Even if Dumbledore is the greatest white wizard of the twentieth century, and his magical knowledge is at the peak, it is not something he can easily understand.

Just like not everyone has the gift of prophecy, and most people are unable to clear the illusory fog and see the road to the future.

Dumbledore didn't go to the bottom of things he didn't understand.

Anyway, judging from the situation in front of him, today's bad luck is not strong enough to put his life in danger.

At most, make his Christmas a little bit unhappy.

However, with Dumbledore's mentality, let go a little, this little problem will not affect his mood today.

Looking at it another way, it's fun to experience a doom-filled time and battle it out, isn't it?

Dumbledore, who was relieved, waved his wand, repaired the broken glass, and sat back on the chair with a relaxed expression.

"Dalis, can you help me go to the auditorium? I want to know how it's set up over there."

In the row of portraits of past principals on the wall, an elderly benevolent witch opened her sleepy eyes.

"I'll go right now, but you should also pay attention to Albus, and eat less of the cockroach pile. As I said earlier, you can't tell the difference between cockroaches and cockroach-like candies."

Daris disappeared from her own portrait after speaking.

Dumbledore nodded slightly, as if to agree with her words, but those old hands still reached into the candy box of the cockroach pile and took out one.

"I don't think you're a real cockroach, are you?"

His fingers exerted a little force, not the golden-yellow honey pulp was squeezed out, but a hard texture, and the six legs of the cockroach struggled more violently.

"Snapped!"

Dumbledore threw it on the ground in distress and stomped it to death, muttering.

"It's bad......"

There was a slight chuckle on the wall where the portraits of the previous principals were hung.

......

As night fell, the snow-covered Hogwarts Castle lit up with dim lights.

All the teachers and students who stayed in the school gathered here in the decorated Christmas hall.

There were not many students staying in the school, so the dinner was not divided into four schools, with students from each school occupying a long table.

Instead, both the professors and the students sat together at the same long table, waiting for the start of the dinner.

Before the meal, the ghosts of Hogwarts formed an orchestra and were singing Merry Christmas on the high platform.

The ghost Peeves, who was more naughty than any student, was also caught tonight.

Under the command of the Slytherin ghost Barrow, a group of ghosts hung it right above the stage and fitted it with a red nose and elk antlers.

It's considered waste to be used as the mascot of the ghost band.

A small banquet with a small number of people can give people a warmer feeling.

Dumbledore, the headmaster, didn't have so many tirades before the dinner began.

After simple and sincere wishes, they began to enjoy the Christmas dinner tonight.

Sherlock sat opposite Harry and Ron.

He could feel Harry's faces visibly stiffen as he sat down in this position.

They seemed to want to leave later and find a new seat to sit down, but they felt that it was rude, so they could only sit in the same place with their whole body tense, trying not to let their eyes meet Sherlock.

Sherlock looked at them strangely.

He remembered that he obviously never punished these two troublemakers?

Why every time they see themselves, it's like a mouse sees a cat, and they can't wait to find a mouse hole to crawl into.

After the dinner started, Sherlock took a piece of Christmas pudding and ate it slowly while staring at Harry and Ron.

Harry and the others were so terrified by his gaze that they even stretched out their forks to fork a sausage on their plates.

The less they wanted to talk to themselves, the more Sherlock wanted to start the conversation.

"Why are you two alone this Christmas break? Where's Granger?"

Harry and Ron's eating motions froze suddenly.

Hearing Sherlock's words, they all had a word in their hearts.

Don't ask yourself that!

Of course, thinking this way in their hearts, they still sneered and said.

"Hermione had something to do at home, so she went back."

"She also wanted to stay, but she really couldn't."

Sherlock didn't hear anything unusual from their words. He didn't remember in the original book, whether Hermione came home this Christmas, and thought that the original plot was like this.

He went on to chat with Ron about why none of the brothers had been home for Christmas.

He also told Harry that the place he was living was not very far from his aunt's house. If he had time during the summer vacation, he could come to his house to help him with his vacation homework.

Harry nodded and said, thanking Professor Forrest so much.

He actually thought in his heart that he would rather eat chaff at Aunt Petunia's house than go to Sherlock's to be "blessed".

Ron had been tense all the time while chatting with Sherlock, and he had been coveting the cake in the middle of the table for a long time.

Halfway through the banquet, he finally found a time for Sherlock to chat with Harry, leaned out, and wanted to cut a piece of cake to share on his plate.

However, the cake was a little too far from his position, and Ron's action of cutting the cake was a little laborious.

At this moment, Sherlock asked casually.

"How was your Christmas holiday?"

Ron's body trembled in fright, and as soon as he made a forceful movement on his hand, the cake that had been cut by him suddenly flew out!

The cake formed a perfect parabola on the long table and finally landed on Dumbledore who was chatting with Professor McGonagall!

The scene suddenly quieted down.

Everyone silently looked at Dumbledore with a piece of cream cake on his head.

Ron was sobbing, as if he was about to cry.

However, Dumbledore took the cake from the top of his head with a smile and put it directly into his mouth.

"It tastes very good Weasley, thank you for the gift, I suggest you try it too."

Everyone at the long table suddenly laughed, and the atmosphere became active again.

Only Professor McGonagall, who was sitting beside Dumbledore, noticed his embarrassed expression of spitting out his hair in the back.