Just a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

To learn Apparition does not need to provide too much identity information, the real verification of identity is to wait until the time of taking the Ministry of Magic Apparition exam.

So Sherlock forged a simple fake identity for himself when he signed up for the cram school.

"Yes, I still remember that when I was in sixth grade, my head and body were separated. Fortunately, there was a teacher from the Ministry of Magic nearby to help in time."

Sherlock looked terrified.

Cavill waved his hand.

"You can rest assured with me. Before you came, you should have investigated the situation on my side. I taught more than 100 adult wizards to obtain Apparition Certificates, and there was no accident in any of them."

After a simple chat, Cavill didn't continue to talk to Sherlock, he seemed to be a resolute person.

"Okay, Watson, since you've already been taught about Apparition, you should still remember what the three-D principle of this spell is?"

Before Sherlock came, he had naturally seen through all the knowledge on paper.

"Goal(), determination(), calm()."

"Yes, in fact, not only Apparition, but all other spells basically need this kind of mentality, but it's more obvious in Apparition."

Cavill gave him a demonstration in front of Sherlock.

"Apparation."

He waved his wand, and his figure suddenly disappeared in place, followed by a sound like a whip hitting the air, and in the next second, he accurately appeared in the wooden ring ten meters away.

Then he Apparated again and returned to Sherlock.

"Actually, you can't see any skills young people just by looking at it. The most important thing about this magic is to understand it by yourself. No matter how nervous you are, you must maintain your mentality."

Cavill signaled that Sherlock could try it himself.

Sherlock had already memorized the spell and the way of swinging his staff, the only thing lacking was getting started.

The effect of his spending money on cram schools is like buying an insurance for himself. If there is a split accident, someone will help him save it.

Sherlock pulled out his wand and exhaled softly, while Cavill was still emphasizing points to him.

"Remember! The three-D principle! You just need to do it, don't be too nervous, even if it is split, I can help you reconnect your body."

After staring at the location of the wooden circle, determining the target, and at the same time making up his mind that he would definitely reach this place, Sherlock waved the wand in his hand.

"Apparation."

The spell is activated!

He felt like his body was caught by something and was about to fly in one direction!

Sherlock didn't panic, he still remembered the "calm" in the three-D principle.

He turned around slightly in place, and then he could clearly feel that his body began to become nothing.

The next moment, he seemed to have passed through thousands of mountains and rivers, and he seemed to be motionless.

When he turned around completely and stood calmly in place, Sherlock found that he had teleported to the side of the wooden ring.

"Clap clap clap!"

Loud applause came from where he was standing before, and Cavill looked at him in amazement.

"I don't think anyone should be so boring, joking with me with real money. Looking at your performance, it doesn't look like a beginner at all!"

Sherlock looked at the wooden ring next to him. His Apparation was not perfect, and the final landing point was about one meter away from what he had imagined.

"It's because your goals are still a bit lacking, and you can try again."

Cavill summed up the reasons for the mistake to Sherlock and asked him to do it all over again.

The second Apparition is perfect,

But after Sherlock teleported into the wooden ring, before the smile on his face bloomed, he couldn't help holding his waist and retching.

Cavill helped him get a cup of hot tea from the house and handed it to him.

"Now I believe that you are new to Apparition. Some newcomers are always uncomfortable with this feeling, but it will get better after you get used to it."

Sherlock took the hot tea from him, said thank you, and asked.

"This kind of Apparition meets the standard, right?"

"Of course, with your performance just now, as long as you don't make mistakes in the exam, it's easy to get a certificate from the Ministry of Magic."

"Under normal circumstances, how long does it take for an adult wizard to learn this spell?" Sherlock asked casually, taking a sip of his tea.

"Normally, it takes a month of continuous study time. I met a very talented young man who only spent three days. Yours is a special case among special cases."

Cavill shrugged and said: "Young people like to hear compliments. Usually, after the wizards who come to me to study, I will say that they are rare geniuses and make them happy. But you are indeed the one I see. The most exaggerated wizard ever."

Sherlock himself, of course, knew the best about his situation.

He knew that his magical talent was not exaggerated at all, but the original owner had already learned this magic spell. He seemed to be learning it for the first time, but it was actually the equivalent of picking up unfamiliar skills and practicing them again.

Cavill saw the way Sherlock was thinking, and he was thinking about tuition fees, so he patted him on the shoulder and said.

"Don't worry, I originally planned to charge you thirty-six Galleons to teach you for a week. Since you learned it in less than a day, you don't have to pay for the rest of the money, so I will stay here for lunch by the way. Bar."

The tuition fee was first paid for twelve Galleons when Sherlock signed up, and the remaining twenty-four Galleons were paid after the end of the study and the Ministry of Magic certificate respectively according to the agreement.

Sherlock could hear from Cavill's mouth that he wanted to make friends with himself by waiving the rest of the tuition.

He naturally had nothing to be unhappy about. Anyway, the other party was with John Watson, and he had nothing to do with Sherlock Forrest.

The next time, Sherlock kept practicing Apparition, teleporting back and forth on the lawn in front of the hut.

When it was noon, Cavill, who had fried the steak, called him into the room, and placed two glasses of brandy on the table by the way.

"I basically drink a little bit of alcohol every meal, you can drink whatever you want or not."

Sherlock didn't mean to touch alcohol, it wasn't because he didn't drink, but because he wasn't used to drinking with someone he had just met for a day.

It can be seen that although Cavill looks rough, he is a familiar person, especially after drinking, he talks more and more.

"...The Aurors are really bad now. When I was young, I was also a dark wizard hunter fighting on the front line. When the mysterious people were at their most rampant, I was still with those Death Eaters. fought."

He smothered the brandy in his glass and took the one that Sherlock didn't touch.

"Honestly, fighting the Death Eaters was the worst time of my life. I almost died." He reached out and gestured with his index finger and thumb for a distance.

"At that time, there was only such a short gap between the life-threatening curse and me. Fortunately, someone pushed me away in time, but then that person also died."

Cavill sighed.

"I don't even know the name of the man who saved me, he just died in a battle."

Cavill is not only a natural drinker, but his alcohol intake is also average. After drinking two glasses of brandy, there was no change at first, but when the stamina came up, his face flushed and he quietly asked Sherlock.

"Have you heard about the Hogwarts thing recently?"

Sherlock narrowed his eyes and nodded calmly.

"I heard something."