Just a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

Harry was embarrassed now.

He even wanted to take off the gauze from his head, wrap it around his face, and then lied that he was Draco Malfoy.

However, this obviously can only exist in fantasy.

The reality is that Professor Forrest not only saw who he was, but also heard the conversation between him and Ron just now.

Ron was even more at a loss, he stammered and shouted.

"Fufufu, Professor Forrest."

Sherlock, who was speechless here, didn't speak, and Filch over there scolded them with a stinky face.

"It's less than half an hour before the curfew. What do you guys want to do when you dress up like this and run around the castle?"

Harry hurriedly explained.

"We just came from Madam Pomfrey, and Professor Dumbledore asked us to go to the school hospital to deal with the fall..."

His words got smaller and smaller as he spoke, and in the end, they were not much bigger than mosquitoes.

Sherlock looked at the two of them strangely, and when he saw Harry and the others driving the flying car on the train, he recalled some scenes.

He remembered that the two of them should not have suffered such serious injuries in the original book.

"I saw you greeting me from the sky when I was on the train. I thought you could finally land safely."

Hearing what he said, Harry and Ron were even more embarrassed, and could not wait to tuck their heads into their collars.

"Just now you seemed to say you were going to take a leave of absence from my class tomorrow? Is the injury so serious?" Sherlock asked flatly.

Harry seemed to be in a hurry to speak, but he choked on his own saliva. He coughed several times before coming to explain.

"Professor I was joking with Ron, we weren't seriously injured, Madam Pomfrey didn't even leave us in the hospital for observation, she used a magic bandage to protect the wound, it would be fine in two days, it didn't affect the class, it didn't affect the class ."

Sherlock nodded slightly.

"That's good. I don't want students to ask for leave before my first class starts."

"We promise not to be absent from the professor!"

"Go back and rest."

Hearing him say this, Harry and Ron were amnesty, like two weasels who were caught stealing chickens and hurried back to the Gryffindor lounge.

"You shouldn't let their Professor Forrest go so easily. Just now these two students deliberately skipped class, and you should punish them with confinement!"

Filch seemed a little resentful that Sherlock let Harry and the others go so easily.

The main reason is that Sherlock's external image was too successful, which made Filch mistakenly think that he and Snape were the same kind of person.

I hate mischievous students, especially Gryffindors.

"They just have this idea. As long as the idea is not put into action, they should not be punished."

Seeing what he said, Filch didn't talk too much, but continued to walk towards the Gryffindor lounge with Sherlock.

On the way, they also met other little wizards in Gryffindor. Although Sherlock could see that Filch obviously wanted to punish them, but since it was not curfew time, he had no way to deal with them.

Just as he was walking to the corridor where the entrance to the Gryffindor lounge was, a rash boy suddenly bumped into Sherlock.

Just as the boy's body came into contact with him, Sherlock suddenly felt a burning sensation at the crescent-shaped birthmark on his left arm!

That feeling was too short-lived, and even made him wonder if it was an illusion created by him.

Sherlock frowned and looked down at the boy who hit him and fell to the ground.

He has a round face, a little fat body, a little messy black hair, and his face looks pale because of fear.

Sherlock stretched out a hand towards him, trying to help pull him up from the ground.

But the boy just gave him a timid look, and then got up from the ground.

"Hold, I'm sorry, Professor Forrest, I, I just ran too fast and didn't see you."

"It's okay," Sherlock said, and then he asked casually, "What's your name?"

The boy lowered his head, it seemed that he was not very courageous.

"Neville Longbottom."

"Longbottom..." Sherlock repeated the boy's surname.

He is no stranger to this name.

Because in the first plot that he is most familiar with, the boy in front of him has appeared before, and it seems to occupy a very important position in the later plot.

Just why did the birthmark on his left arm get hot again when he hit him?

The last time I had a reaction from the birthmark was when I met Malfoy and his son at the Lichen Bookstore. At that time, the burning sensation was very strong. Now I met Neville, but the burning sensation was only for a brief moment.

So what's the connection?

Because of the lack of clues, Sherlock couldn't think of anything in common between Neville Longbottom and Malfoy.

And just as he was thinking, Neville asked in a small voice.

"Can I leave? Professor~www.NovelMTL.com~ Sherlock finally came to his senses, and he patted Neville's shoulder casually.

"Go back and rest."

Hearing his permission, Neville turned around and ran to the entrance of the Gryffindor lounge, giving the order to climb in.

Watching his back disappear, Sherlock looked thoughtfully at the hand he just slapped on Neville.

After touching the boy's body again, the birthmark on his left arm stopped responding again, which made him wonder if the burning sensation just now was his illusion.

"Students in Gryffindor are reckless! They can't even see clearly when they walk. It's time to teach the children in this academy a good lesson and let them know what the rules are!"

Filch looked at Sherlock in a daze, thinking he was still minding what happened to Neville just now, so he taught Sherlock these lessons for himself.

Sherlock shook his head, not bothering about the hot birthmark.

There is a high possibility that the crescent-shaped birthmark was left by the original owner's wizard mother.

And the reason why Professor McGonagall, the Weasleys, Hagrid and Dumbledore took care of the original owner so much was probably because they were familiar with the original owner's mother.

Judging from the description in the diary, the original owner does not seem to know why his mad mother has such a close relationship with these famous wizards in the magic world.

Sherlock felt that when the right time came, he could start from this point.

Ask Dumbledore or Professor McGonagall directly about their relationship with their mother and the origin of the birthmark on their body.

The information obtained in this way must be far more reliable than just guessing by myself.

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