Just a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

"what sound!"

Harry raised his head in shock, looking around to find the place where the sound came from.

Filch was taken aback by his sudden fuss.

"What sound! Who are you talking to?"

Harry looked around around the hallway, and he heard Filch's question and asked with a puzzled look on his face.

"Didn't you hear it just now? A voice said he was hungry and murdered or something."

Filch first looked suspiciously around the corridor with Harry for a moment, but then he said impatiently.

"You're trying to trick people to distract me and run away? Stop fooling me with these tricks, Potter! You're not on the same level as those two stinky brats! Now, right now, go to the office with me right away!"

Filch didn't give Harry a chance to resist, and almost took him by the collar to the office, ready to issue him a fine.

After that, Nick, who was almost headless, wanted to help distract Filch and rescue him.

Filch, who came back in a hurry, seemed to be because Harry saw something he had put on the table.

Between fear and nervousness, he was punished to clean the corridor on the first floor of the castle for a whole week.

Harry, feeling unlucky one afternoon, left Filch's office.

He still thanked Nick for helping him, and in return promised him to invite his friends to his death anniversary dinner on Halloween.

But even back in the Gryffindor lounge, Harry's bad luck was not far away.

As soon as he climbed into the lounge, he happened to meet Seamus who was practicing magic spells.

Under Simon's "sophisticated" technique, a good repelling spell somehow exploded, blowing the already dirty Harry's hair fluffy and gray all over his face.

Harry was in a hurry and rushed into the boys' bathroom to wash himself clean, but when he came out, he accidentally stepped on the dirty clothes and slipped, resulting in mud on his body again, so he had to wash it again. .

Back in the dormitory, and talking to Ron about today's experience, Ron asked him worriedly if he was cursed, and planned to give him the amulet he had treasured for a long time to help him drive away bad luck.

But as soon as Harry took the amulet to his hand, the rope tied to the amulet broke, and the dry herbs were scattered all over the place.

"There must be a very powerful dark wizard who cursed you!"

Ron, who was helping to clean the ground, shouted.

"You must pay attention to Harry, I have been wearing this amulet for 5 years and nothing happened. You can go to Professor Dumbledore or Professor Forrest and ask them to exorcise you!"

Harry lay down on the bed in a big shape with a frowning face. He didn't respond when he heard his words, but Neville, who was alone under the quilt and didn't know what he was doing, suddenly shivered.

But no one paid attention to Neville's recent strange changes, and everyone thought that he too had a cold, and he was in a low mood and didn't want to talk much.

He didn't even eat dinner, and Harry lay on the bed so tired, his eyelids slowly glued together.

Suddenly in the darkness, he felt like something was moving beside his pillow.

Harry swallowed and felt nervously for his wand.

"Fluorescent flashes!"

He saw the dark figure running beside the pillow, and Harry's pupils dilated immediately, and the terrified expression instantly stretched to his entire face!

"Ron! Your rat is pulling on my bed!!!"

......

The day before Halloween, Gryffindor and Hufflepuff's last class in second grade was Sherlock's Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

Tom's trial had already passed for almost two months, and in the end no one could beat it.

Since then, although Tom no longer appears in the defense class,

But the legend of Tom still circulated in the second grade.

The students were saying it was an invincible cat, and the rumors were getting more and more outrageous.

Even at the end, a version emerged that Tom was actually the pet of some powerful old witch, who could do magic and ride a broom, and came to Professor Forrest's class just to help.

The second-year students have also returned to their normal classroom life.

Sherlock found a special channel from Hagrid, and obtained a lot of black magic creatures that are not so dangerous, for the students to observe with their own eyes and know how to deal with them.

Because the Halloween holiday will start tomorrow, Sherlock can also see that these second-year students are not in the mood to study.

So I told them a lesson about the ancient master of magic, Sun Wukong, who took his Muggle teacher and two idiots to the West to hunt for treasure, and encountered various black magic creatures on the way.

The students were very fascinated by what they listened to. Even after class, there were still people pestering him to ask which adventure notebook the story was from, and wanted to borrow it from the library.

Sherlock dismissed the student who asked the story, but he still had to deal with a few students who came in to make up their homework.

"It can be done very well, so why delay it until today?"

Sherlock asked Hufflepuff's student named Justin Finch, expressionlessly.

Justin shrank his neck looking at him.

"Sorry professor, I forgot about it earlier."

"There is no next time, go back."

Justin breathed a sigh of relief and bowed to Sherlock.

"Happy Halloween Professor in advance."

"I wish you a good time tomorrow too."

Harry, who was handing in his homework behind Justin, shuddered involuntarily when he heard Sherlock's blessing to him.

Just when Harry felt inexplicable, Sherlock's eyes turned to him.

"Why are you turning in your homework late again? Harry."

Harry hurried back to explain.

"Because I stained the castle floor the other day, Filch ordered me to clean the hallways for a week, and I didn't have enough time for my homework."

"That's a valid reason."

He took over the homework from Harry, looked at Harry staring at him hesitantly, and couldn't help asking strangely.

"Anything else?"

"No, it's fine, then I'm leaving professor."

"Well, go back."

Harry turned and left the Defence Against the Dark Arts professor, and for some reason, he let out a subconscious sigh of relief after he left the classroom, as if he had escaped from some indescribable doom.

Ron and Hermione, who were waiting for Harry outside the door, looked at his behavior strangely and asked suspiciously.

"Professor Forrest taught you a lesson?"

Harry shook his head. "No, Professor Forrest said I was excusable."

"Then why are you sighing?" Ron patted his shoulder and said excitedly, "Do you regret going to the death anniversary dinner tomorrow? Then we won't go!"

Hermione was very interested in this dinner party.

"Certainly not, Harry promised Nick, we have to go."

Harry didn't speak. He looked at the back of Justin, who was talking and laughing with his friends not far away, and he didn't know why he remembered that unfortunate afternoon.