Just a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

Sherlock hurried up to help Dumbledore, who was standing up from the ground.

"What's the matter, professor? Why did you suddenly fall?"

In front of Dumbledore, he naturally would not show indifference, but thoughtful concern.

Dumbledore, who accidentally fell, didn't care that Sherlock saw his embarrassment, and he said with a smile while holding his arm.

"As I get older, my legs and feet are always inconvenient sometimes."

Sherlock looked back at the place where Dumbledore fell just now. It was just an ordinary staircase that could no longer be ordinary.

Although these stairs are alive, they usually like to play tricks on students, but I don't think they are brave enough to play tricks on the principal.

All high probability, Dumbledore just experienced an ordinary flat fall...

He couldn't help but complain for a while.

Unexpectedly, Principal Deng, at such an old age, still has such a cute girl attribute.

Walking to the corridor on the first floor, Dumbledore waved his hand and avoided Sherlock's support.

"I'm not old enough to keep needing you as a walking stick, Sherlock. I love the Christmas present you gave me, you're the only one who always remembers my fondness for cockroach piles and sends me a box every year. ."

A candy that looks exactly like a cockroach and can move. If the original owner had not seen it with his own eyes, who would have thought that your taste would be so strong.

Of course, Sherlock only dared to say these words psychologically, on the surface he still cared.

"Actually, I think Professor, you should also control sweets a little bit. Eating too much of too sweet is bad for your health."

"At my age, there are no other desires."

Dumbledore also winked at Sherlock jokingly, "If I can eat some now, just eat more. Who knows when I won't be able to eat any more?"

"You're joking Professor." Sherlock said with a serious face, "Your body is healthy enough to live for another hundred years."

Dumbledore laughed.

"You've learned Sherlock worse than before. You never flattered before."

"I don't have a professor now."

"Change is not a bad thing. I hope that what you just said to me was really just a compliment, not a sincere one."

They chatted and walked into the auditorium. Most of the students who stayed at the school had not come to have breakfast at this time.

Hagrid was carrying a fir tree and was looking for a suitable place in the auditorium to put it down.

Professor Flitwick of the Charms class is directing beside him, and he will add some beautiful decorations to the tree in a while.

Professor McGonagall conjured up various Christmas wreaths made of holly and mistletoe on the walls around the auditorium.

Tonight, there will be a small but still grand enough Christmas dinner in the castle.

Not only the students who stayed in the castle, but many professors at Hogwarts didn't have their own families. This is their home. Every Christmas is naturally spent in the castle.

In addition, there are ghosts. Their favorite holiday of the year is Halloween, but Christmas is still a holiday worth celebrating.

There are other staff who are not professors, but also belong to Hogwarts, such as Hagrid, the guard of the Forbidden Forest, Filch, the keeper of the castle, and Mrs. Pince, the librarian.

Therefore, although the annual Christmas banquet will not be full of people like the school opening banquet, it is still very lively.

The snow has been falling for a week. After breakfast, most of the students went out of the castle to play in the snow, or go ice skating on the frozen Black Lake.

Sherlock helped Flitwick and Professor McGonagall in the auditorium and helped set up some tricks for the auditorium.

"How about adding some stars?"

Professor Flitwick touched his chin with one hand and waved his wand at the Christmas tree, and many bright silver stars appeared on the tree.

Sherlock looked at it carefully for a moment, then shook his head.

"It's still suitable for golden stars."

He waved his wand and changed the star that Professor Flitwick had transformed into twinkling gold.

"Aha! It's nice, we can add some other decorations to it."

Flitwick waved his wand at the Christmas tree again, and the whole tree began to emit little particles of light.

The decoration and arrangement of the auditorium was not difficult. It only took less than a morning to complete most of them.

With free time, Sherlock did not intend to be busy with work and magic on this rare day of relaxation today.

He walked out of the castle, ready to take a walk along the Black Lake to relax.

Harry and Ron had just returned from the Quidditch pitch, and of course they wouldn't have any Quidditch training on Christmas Day.

It's just that there was enough snow there, and many students were playing with the snow. Both Harry and Ron were blushing, apparently just returning from a snowball fight.

"I'm sure they must have secretly used magic to cheat, and the snowball has been staring at my forehead and flew over like eyes."

"Don't talk about them, we also cheated secretly~www.novelmt.com~ I can see that you hid the big dung bomb Fred gave you in the snowball you smashed against the Slytherin people. "

While chatting, they walked in the direction of the castle, and happened to meet Sherlock who had just come out of the castle.

Sherlock and their eyes met each other's eyes, and Harry immediately avoided their eyes like a mouse seeing a cat.

But already met, obviously can't just leave like this.

So Harry and Ron could only greet Sherlock awkwardly.

"Good morning, Professor Forrest."

They dared not say Merry Christmas to Sherlock. If he came back, it would be the end of their Christmas.

Looking at the strange performance of the two troublemakers today, Sherlock raised his eyebrows slightly and asked.

"What did you do wrong again?"

Harry scratched his hair.

"No, Professor, it's Christmas, what can we do wrong."

"That's right, we've always been honest."

Of course Sherlock wouldn't believe their nonsense. In the entire Hogwarts, apart from George and Fred, only they were the two most likely to cause trouble.

But today is Christmas after all, and Sherlock didn't want to spoil their holiday mood at this time, so he said lightly.

"Just be honest all the time, let's play, I wish you all this Christmas..."

Before he could finish speaking, Harry and Ron's expressions changed dramatically, and they hurriedly interrupted.

"My stomach hurts Professor, I have to go back to the castle first!"

"I'll accompany Harry and help him get some medicine!"

The two ran back to the castle as if they were running away, leaving Sherlock, who was puzzled, who didn't understand what the **** they were doing.

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