Just a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

When Harry came to the Great Hall and had lunch with Ron, Hermione, and the others, no one else noticed that he seemed to be in a state of being lost.

The entire Hogwarts students seemed to have just experienced something exciting. They were all discussing something heatedly, even Hermione and Ron were no exception.

"How could she have such courage!"

"I heard that girls in France are always so bold."

"I guess there are actually a lot of girls who want to do the same thing as her, but the best they can do is do it in private."

"You don't have to guess. I know that there are countless Gryffindor girls who invited the professor to the ball."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, she was just in front of Professor Silk!"

"Ah, shouldn't that be more exciting?"

Harry, who was originally debating whether to tell his friends about his rejection in order to gain their comfort, now felt extremely aggrieved.

Ron and Hermione acted as if they hadn't seen him come back, and had been chatting with the Gryffindor students around them about things that he didn't understand at all.

It wasn't until Harry coughed deliberately that Ron noticed him.

However, even so, he didn't notice that Harry was in a wrong mood, but said excitedly.

"It's a shame you didn't come with us just now, Harry! You missed a great scene."

Harry muttered gloomily.

"What was that scene? Professor Dumbledore suddenly announced that he was going to be the Minister of Magic?"

"It's the Beauxbatons warrior. Miss Delacour invited Professor Forrest to be her dance partner in public!"

"What did I think it was, just..." Harry was just halfway through his words when he came back to his senses and suddenly froze.

"ah!"

Move the time forward slightly by half an hour.

Sherlock was walking into the auditorium with Silk with a relaxed look on his face.

"To be honest, I wish Snape could work harder and knock me out with one punch in the future. This is very good for his body. Although he will never be able to defeat me in hand-to-hand combat, it can still make him He became a little longer.”

Silk twitched the corners of his mouth imperceptibly.

"I hope you can try to protect your face when you are beaten in the future."

Sherlock was very dissatisfied.

"It's boring for you to be like this. I'm not telling you, with his physique, even if he trains for twenty years, I can beat him ten times with one hand!"

"For your own good, say less."

On their way to class this morning, they happened to bump into Snape who had just returned from exercising outside the castle, which triggered the current topic.

As the Yule Ball was approaching, Sherlock felt that it had little to do with him.

This is a grand gathering for those young and ignorant students who have just begun to have romantic interests. He has already been an old professor for three years, so how can he think about these things.

But privately, many senior girls did secretly invite him and wanted to be his partner at the dance.

Naturally, Sherlock couldn't agree.

For teachers and students to dance together at a ball, even in a relatively open society like the UK, it seems too contrary to public order and good customs.

What's more, although Sherlock calls himself Ben San, he is actually only in his twenties, barely a few years older than the girls who invited him.

However, Sherlock never told anyone about being invited.

Partly to protect the self-esteem of those little girls, and partly because there is really nothing worth showing off.

But Silke definitely couldn't hide it. She would always find out some inexplicable things through some weird means.

They walked to the teacher's long table together. Several professors were already sitting here. Sherlock and Hilke had just sat down and had not yet picked up their knives and forks. They had little heads with silver hair like a waterfall. The girl just walked up to Sherlock in full view of everyone.

"Good afternoon, Sherlock."

The other professors, including Silk, seemed to have not seen Fleur coming over to say hello. However, if someone observed them carefully, they would find that the professors except Silk had all the words out of the corner of their eyes. Keep glancing over here.

Sherlock never cared much about Fleur's title. After all, when they first met, they were not students and teachers.

"Good afternoon, are you living comfortably in Hogwarts during this time?"

"It's a bit cold here, and the air is humid, which I don't like." Fleur seemed to have never known what politeness meant, "But the fish soup made by the house elves in the castle is pretty good, and it's to my liking."

"I will use your words to claim credit for the elves in front of Dumbledore."

Up to now, their conversation has been normal. The gossip professors who had been listening quietly for a long time were eating the food in front of them with dull expressions, as if they had missed some sweet fruit.

But Furong's next words made several teachers' hands holding the forks tremble.

"I would like to ask you to be my dance partner at the Yule Ball?"

Her invitation was very generous, without any coyness or even any hesitation like Harry did.

Not only the professors sitting in the same row as Sherlock, but also many of the students below the long table near the high platform heard what she said.

"Bang!"

It was the sound of a silver fork falling on the dinner plate, several times in a row.

Among the people around him, only Silk's expression remained unchanged from beginning to end. He was still sitting next to Sherlock, quietly eating the steak on the plate.

Sherlock himself was surprised.

Okay, look for Shuyuan www.zhaoshuyuan.com He has a beautiful face and unparalleled charm, he admits it.

But like Furong, there are really not many girls who can directly send out invitations in public.

And there was no shy expression on her face, she was calm and generous, as if she was just asking him a somewhat difficult magic question.

Sherlock's reaction was also very quick. He didn't hesitate and spoke tactfully.

"Sorry, Fleur, I have no plans to attend the Yule Ball with the students."

After hearing his words, Professor McGonagall, who was picking up the silver fork that had fallen on the dinner plate, had a satisfied smile on his face, while the other professors had expressions of regret.

There was already a buzzing sound like the sound of bees among the students below.

After being rejected in public, Fleur didn't show much embarrassment on her face. She just spoke again in an emphatic tone.

"This is an invitation sent by Fleur to Sherlock. It has nothing to do with his status as a student or professor."