Just a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

Chapter 8: only 1 choice



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

He is a sophomore at Hogwarts, but has to live with Aunt Petunia, who hates magic and wizards, during the summer.

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

This made him extremely frustrated.

Aunt Petunia had just heard a panicked Daly tip her off and was yelling in the living room for Harry to trim 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 his tools, 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 didn't have any sad feelings... well, more or less there might still be some.

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

The scorching sun made the back of Harry's neck hot.

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 stern person.

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 caught by a large eye hidden behind a hedge.

......

This was the first time that 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 Dumbledore or the Ministry of Magic were 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 seems that the usual days are really not going well.

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

He looked at Harry just to satisfy his own curiosity, and he had a lot of trouble on his own right now.

Back home, Sherlock first went to the bathroom to take a shower, 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 curse again.

"Why don't you die! You **** that makes me sick! Die outside! Disappear before my eyes!  "

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

Listening to the tone of the portrait, 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 original owner's family situation looks very strange from now on.

His father is the top rich man in the Muggle world with a title and social status, while his mother is like a mad woman who only makes a lot of noise.

According to the magic 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 all the wizards Sherlock encountered were 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?

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 letter of appointment 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 wouldn't have the chance to spend it. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com

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

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

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

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

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

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

But Sherlock found in despair 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 this professor's position that night, he couldn't escape no matter what.

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

Then honestly go to teach at Hogwarts.

After thinking about this, he himself became more open-minded.

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

Now, being reborn into this world is a complete waste of life.

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

Besides, being a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts is not a certain death, and the chances of surviving are still very big when you think about it carefully.

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

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

​​


Tip: You can use left, right, A and D keyboard keys to browse between chapters.