Just a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

After scaring his nasty cousin away, Harry stared bored at the hedge in the yard.

He's a sophomore at Hogwarts, but has to spend the summer with Aunt Petunia, who hates magic and wizards.

To be honest, when he received the Hogwarts acceptance letter from Hagrid last year, he happily thought he was about to get out of his misery.

But he didn't expect to return to this "home" where he didn't feel any warmth after the semester ended.

Today is Harry's birthday, but so far he has not received a birthday card.

He must have made friends during his year at Hogwarts.

But throughout the summer, Ron and Hermione seemed to have completely forgotten about him, and not a single letter was sent.

This made him extremely frustrated.

Aunt Petunia had just heard a panicked Daly tip her off, yelling in the living room for Harry to mow the roses in the yard, clean the windows, wash the car, mow the lawn, and tidy up the flowerbeds.

In the hot weather, Harry weakly started to work in the garden with a tool, while his fat cousin Dali, who looked like a fat pig, ate ice cream gloatingly, dangling from the side to watch. Harry cleaned the glass.

Harry wasn't in a bad mood...well, more or less probably still.

But he was actually used to this kind of unfair treatment, and even if it was a little uncomfortable, it couldn't be called sad.

The scorching sun scorched the back of Harry's neck.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead, and suddenly saw a young man running on the road outside the yard.

When he raised his head, his eyes met the young man.

To be honest, that face was very handsome, ranking among the top three among the people Harry had ever met, but with a cold expression, he seemed to be a serious man.

The eyes of the two were fleeting, as if they were two ordinary strangers accidentally looking at each other.

Apart from muttering in his mouth, Harry really had the leisure to go out for a run in this weather, and he didn't find anything wrong.

And then, his attention was drawn to a large eye hidden behind a hedge.

......

This was the first time Sherlock went out for a run according to the planned route, and then met Harry Potter.

He didn't dare to go up and say hello to the protagonist of this world, because he didn't know whether there were Dumbledore or the Ministry of Magic guarding around Harry's house.

The reason why he wanted to take a look at Harry Potter was that after Professor McGonagall left, he realized that he lived only two blocks away from No. 4, Privet Drive, where Harry Potter lived in the original book. .

Harry Potter looked no different from what he knew.

Wearing a pair of large black-rimmed glasses, dark and tousled black hair, bright green eyes, and a thin body that looks a little malnourished.

It seemed that the usual days were not going so well.

But the good or bad things that Harry Potter had, don't need Sherlock to worry about it.

He took a look at Harry just to satisfy his own curiosity, and he had a whole bunch of trouble on his own right now.

Back at home, Sherlock first went to the bathroom to take a shower, and then came to the wizard study with a towel wiping his wet hair.

As soon as he entered the door, the portrait on the wall began to swear and shout again.

"Why don't you die! You disgusting bastard! Die outside! Disappear before my eyes!  …"

Sherlock already had a good way to deal with this noisy painting. He put a curtain over the portrait, and the woman who had been cursing him would soon shut up.

Listen to the tone of the picture,

This woman is like the mother of Sherlock's body.

But he couldn't imagine what kind of mother would curse her son with such vicious language.

The family situation of the original owner looks very strange from now on.

His father was the richest man in the Muggle world with a title and social status, while his mother was like a mad woman who only made a scene.

According to the magical world, Sherlock's blood should belong to mixed blood, his mother is a wizard and his father is a Muggle.

On that day, when the old butler handed the will to him, the sentence "promise not to contact those people in the future", "those people" most likely refers to wizards.

In other words, Sherlock's father was also very disgusted with the group of wizards.

To be honest, if the wizards Sherlock encountered were all like the original owner's mother, then he wouldn't have any good feelings for wizards.

But if this is the case, how did the original owner's parents give birth to the original owner at that time?

The problem is a bit complicated, and the information that can be obtained is limited. Sherlock doesn't quite understand these things, and he doesn't have time to understand them.

After Professor McGonagall handed him the appointment letter for the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, he must not think about inheriting his cheap father's property.

Even if he got the money, he had no chance to spend it.

The most important problem facing him now is how to solve the matter of teaching at Hogwarts.

On the night Professor McGonagall left, Sherlock had actually thought of many excuses for not taking the position.

For example, be hard on yourself and break your leg on purpose.

However, although in the normal Muggle world, a broken bone is a long-term thing to recuperate, but in the magical world, a broken bone, even if a person is split, it is not difficult to reconnect.

Therefore, with Sherlock's current ability, it is obviously unrealistic to use self-mutilation to avoid employment.

He had also thought about the way to run away directly and create a missing scene.

But Sherlock found in desperation that he couldn't even hide from the owl's pursuit, let alone the wizard's. To escape was to throw himself into the net.

After thinking about the professor's position that night, he couldn't escape anyway.

Sherlock knew there was only one way to go right now.

Then honestly go to teach at Hogwarts.

Having figured this out, he himself became more open-minded.

Anyway, according to normal experience, he should have been drowned when he fell into the river in the previous life.

To be reborn into this world now is to gain a life in vain.

If you can live a wonderful life, you earn it yourself, and even if you die later because of an accident, it will not be a loss.

Besides, being a Defence Against the Dark Arts professor is not inevitable, and the chances of surviving are still very large.

So Sherlock, who thought about it, picked up the letter of appointment again and smiled contemptuously.

"Hmph, it's just a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts."