It's just a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

Chapter 119 Harry who ran away from home

Harry woke up at 8:1 am on August 1st.

His brain triggered a sense of protection. Fortunately, he used a coma to protect him from his birthday and dragged him until the early morning of the next day.

Anyway, he didn't know what happened when he was in a coma.

When Harry woke up, Sherlock and Kingsley were staring at him. Harry looked at them in confusion at first, and then jumped up from his chair suddenly.

"Where's the cloaked monster! And the horse face! Where's the horse face!"

Sherlock looked at him suspiciously.

"The monster in the cloak is a dementor. It is the jailer of Azkaban. It has already left. As for the horse face... what is that?"

Harry danced excitedly, using his own face to describe them.

"It's a monster with a face that looks exactly like a horse, pink curly hair, and a terrifying smile!"

After hearing what he said, Sherlock and Kingsley looked at each other, and they both saw a speechless look in each other's eyes.

"You should be talking about Tonks. She is a natural disguised Animagus who can change her face into any shape." Kingsley muttered, "Tell me why she turned into a horse?" Face to scare you?"

"She's not a monster, but a human!" Harry gasped, obviously still in shock.

Sherlock patted him on the shoulder and comforted him.

"Don't be so nervous Harry, this is the Ministry of Magic, or the Ministry of Magic's Auror Command, there is no safer place than here."

Harry regained his composure after a while, scratching his hair.

"That's right, this is the Ministry of Magic. Wait! Why is my hair so sticky!"

With a terrible expression on his face, he stretched out the hand that had just touched his hair to his nose and smelled it, and he smelled a sweet chocolate smell.

Tonks was too nervous, and the Cleansing Charm wasn't applied properly, leaving a part of Coco on Harry's head.

Sherlock almost laughed when he saw Harry's embarrassment, he raised his wand and said.

"Okay, Harry, you can choose two cleaning methods now, one is a cleaning spell, and the other is that I will conjure some water for you and you can clean it yourself."

Harry said sullenly.

"Let's use a cleansing spell, I don't think it will be clean with just water."

Sherlock helped him clean his hair again with a cleansing spell, and it was only at this moment that Harry realized that it was all because of his own naivety.

He really thought that Sherlock's crow's mouth had disappeared. There must be some other special reason for the temporary failure on the French road that day.

At this time, in the entire Auror headquarters, there are only a few Aurors who are still on the night shift, and everyone else has gone home from get off work.

Harry had only now met Kingsley, knowing that he was an Auror from the Ministry of Magic.

"Let's go, I'll take you to a nice Muggle restaurant for supper. When we came back from missions, we always liked to eat there."

Kingsley took them to a 24-hour restaurant in London and treated them to a big meal.

By the way, in order to make up for Harry's birthday, they asked for a small cake and planned to sing him a happy birthday song together, but they were forced by Harry's life and tried their best to dissuade them from it.

Harry, who survived successfully and safely, was finally sent back to the Dursleys' home by Sherlock exhausted, during which time he successfully interrupted a certain professor's "I wish you a good night's sleep" curse spell.

But Harry's doom doesn't seem to be over yet.

On the second day, Aunt Marge woke up and found Harry who had returned to the Dursleys' house, and she spoke sarcastically to him.

Harry never spoke back, he had long been used to these words, and he couldn't feel any kind of anger in his heart.

Afterwards, he came out of his room once during lunch, and stayed in his room for the rest of the time, dismantling the birthday present that Hermione, Ron and Hagrid sent him with owls last night.

Hermione, who was in France, had sent him a broomstick repair kit via owl, much to Harry's delight.

He'd always wanted to go to Diagon Alley to buy this, but had no chance. He didn't expect Hermione to give it to him as a birthday present.

Ron sent him a local specialty magic item from Egypt—the pocket looking glass. According to him, this thing can detect whether there are untrustworthy people around for the wizard, and if there is, an alarm will sound.

Hagrid gave Harry a book that could bite people, and it took him a long time to subdue the book before it rushed out of the room and got himself into trouble.

He had received Sherlock's gift yesterday, a new birdcage for Hedwig, and Hedwig looked very satisfied with it inside.

But Harry couldn't stay in the room all day, and at dinner time he could only come out to have dinner with Aunt Petunia's family and that annoying Aunt Marge.

Aunt Marge's words grew more and more outrageous during the meal because of the wine she had been drinking.

She went straight to humiliating Harry's parents.

"It's always been like that with dogs, you see. If there's something wrong with the bitch, there must be something wrong with the puppies!"

The wine bottle in Aunt Maggie's hand suddenly burst open.

Petunia and Vernon were taken aback. They knew what had happened. Vernon turned pale and kept trying to change the subject, while motioning for Harry to go back to his room.

Dudley opened his mouth wide, staring blankly at all this.

Harry's hands were trembling constantly, he lowered his head, trying not to let the people on the table see his face.

He had to be patient, not only because underage wizards couldn't use magic outside of school, but also because he needed Aunt Petunia to sign the parental consent form that allowed him to leave school during Hogsmeade week in the third year.

He must honestly endure these humiliations, the humiliation to him and his parents!
Until Aunt Marge said contemptuously that his father was a worthless, useless, lazy beggar, Harry finally couldn't continue to pretend that he didn't hear anything.

He had a fierce quarrel with Aunt Maggie, and then the magic power in his body could no longer be controlled, turning her into a hydrogen balloon and floating to the ceiling.

The Dursleys' house was in complete disarray, and Harry couldn't contain the rage any longer.

He rushed back to his room, packed everything into boxes, and planned to escape from here.

Vernon stopped him.

"You're not allowed to leave!" he snarled. "Make it right!"

Harry pulled his wand out of the pot and pointed it at Vernon, he said out of breath.

"That's what she deserves! You'd better stay away from me!"

Harry never dared to rush past Vernon who was blocking him, and walked into the dark, quiet street alone carrying the box and Hedwig's cage.

Full of anger, he ran to the door of Sherlock's house, but no matter whether he rang the doorbell or shouted Sherlock's name, no one responded to him.

Sherlock isn't home tonight.

Harry could only continue to drag the box and continue walking aimlessly along the street.

Until a magic bus drove in front of him.

Sherlock stayed at home all day long, but specially chose the time of night to go out and find a deserted open space to test the effect of some large-scale and powerful spells under the floating wand casting system.

Of course, he would not conduct this kind of experiment in his own home, and it would be easy for Muggles to find out during the day, so he specially selected this time period to conduct the experiment.

The two wands were flexibly floating around him, and the farthest distance Sherlock could control them to reach was about ten meters.

If it was any farther away, the control magic would lose its effectiveness directly, causing the wand to fall to the ground.

But the distance of ten meters is enough for him to make many special attempts flexibly.

Spreading the wand and floating to the limit distance of ten meters, Sherlock recited the spell.

"Thunderbolt explosion."

"boom!"

A huge explosion sounded in the open space, and the orange flame illuminated an area with a radius of more than ten meters, and also illuminated Sherlock's face.

The normally weakened Explosive Curse cannot exert such great power.

But like this kind of spell, the quantity is equal to the quality. The power of the two explosive spells is superimposed, and the movement produced is enough to be equal to the explosive spell under normal casting.

And if more wands are controlled later, under the continuous bombardment of this kind of magic, it must be a very artistic picture.

After a series of tests in the field, Sherlock returned home in the middle of the night.

In the following days in August, he started his life at home again.

Usually the main activity is to study various defense against the black arts books in the study room, and now his theoretical level of defense has basically reached the level of the original owner.

Especially the two books written by the original owner, together with some notes and materials left by the original owner during creation, he now has a thorough understanding.

If it was said that last semester he still had to rely on constantly producing test papers and doing questions in order to barely cope with the Defense Against the Dark Arts class in the senior grades, now he can already give some more in-depth theoretical explanations.

There is no need to be stage fright in high-end magic theory.

Of course, whether to change the way of thinking about lessons for the senior grades depends on the results of the students' wizard level exams after the semester starts.

If the exam-oriented education method can also show good results in wizard exams, then Sherlock does not intend to change his teaching methods, but will only add some interesting things on the basis of the original classroom, so that The learning of Defense Against the Dark Arts is more lively and interesting.

In this way, August passed quickly, and on August 31, Sherlock was ready to leave for Diagon Alley.

Go to Ollivander's wand shop and get back the 50 wands that you placed a deposit on.

(End of this chapter)