Just a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

"what sound!"

Harry raised his head agitatedly, 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 corridor, and when he heard Filch's question, he asked with a puzzled face.

"Didn't you hear it just now? There was a voice saying he was hungry and killing people or something."

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

"You're trying to deceive people to distract me and run away? Stop using these tricks to fool me Potter! You're not on the same level as those two stinky brats! Now, immediately, 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 a fine to him.

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

And Filch, who came back in a hurry, seemed to be because Harry saw something he 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, who felt unlucky one afternoon this 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 Gryffindor's 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 "exquisite" technique, a good repelling spell somehow exploded, blowing the already dirty Harry's hair fluffy and turning grey.

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

Returning to 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 covers and didn't know what he was doing, suddenly shivered.

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

He didn't even eat dinner, so 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. Suddenly, Harry's pupils dilated, and his terrified expression instantly stretched to his entire face!

"Ron! Your mouse pulled on my bed!!!"

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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 has passed for almost two months, and in the end, no one can beat it.

Since then, although Tom no longer appears in the defense class, the legend of Tom still circulates in the second grade.

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

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

The second graders 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, so that the students can observe them with their own eyes and know how to deal with them.

Because the Halloween holiday starts 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 magic master 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 was sent away by the student who asked the story, but he still had to deal with a few students who came to make up their homework.

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

Sherlock asked with a blank expression to Hufflepuff's student named Justin Finch.

Justin shrank his neck looking at him.

"Sorry professor, I forgot before."

"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~www.novelmt.com~ Harry, who was handing in his homework behind Justin, shivered involuntarily when he heard Sherlock's blessing to him.

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

"Why did you turn in your homework late again? Harry."

Harry hurried back to explain.

"Because I stained the castle floor a few days ago, Filch ordered me to clean the corridors for a week, and I didn't have enough time to do my homework."

"That's an excusable 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'll leave Professor."

"Well, let's go back."

Harry turned and left the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. For some reason, after he left the classroom, he subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief, as if he had escaped from some indescribable bad luck.

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 laughing and chatting with his friends not far away. For some reason, he remembered that unfortunate afternoon.