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

Chapter 122 The Beginning of the New Semester

Sherlock had no objection to Dumbledore's decision.

He was indeed somewhat interested in the creature who came from Germany and made trouble in the British magic world.

After chatting with Dumbledore for a while, Sherlock left the headmaster's office.

He came to the fifth floor and learned from Dumbledore that Silk, the silent man of the German Ministry of Magic, lived in a lounge here.

Sherlock knocked on the door, but no one responded, but the door suddenly opened a crack by itself.

He hesitated for a moment, but finally pushed the door open and walked in.

The room was very dark. Although it was cloudy today, it was not so dark that it was necessary to light a lamp in the room.

Obviously the owner of the room had drawn all the curtains to create such a dark atmosphere on purpose.

The only bright place in the whole room was the table in the middle, with a candlestick on it, and the weak candle flame could only illuminate the nearby space less than half a meter away.

The witch named Silk sat quietly in front of the candlestick, and there was a light blue teacup in front of her.

Sherlock walked in with a frown. Before he could speak, Silk spoke softly.

"Please close the door."

He turned around and closed the door, and the whole room fell into silence and darkness again, only the candle on the wooden table illuminated Silk's white and smooth chin.

Even in such an environment inside the house, she still wore the hood of the robe on her head, and only the lower third of her face was exposed.

Sherlock walked to the wooden table and sat down opposite her.

"Why don't you draw the curtains?"

"When it gets dark, you can see clearly."

Sherlock noticed that there was no tea in the cup in front of her, only the bottom was covered with a layer of fine tea dregs.

Tea divination.

It is one of the most extensive and convenient divination techniques in the wizarding world, and it is also a compulsory part of the Hogwarts divination class.

This woman is obviously a fortuneteller, but she doesn't have the slightest sense of chattering like a normal fortuneteller. Instead, she speaks directly. If she can express a sentence in two words, she will never use three words.

Sherlock stared at the tea dregs in her cup for a long time, but didn't see any clues.

It's not that he has no knowledge of divination, but that he has no talent at all in it. The so-called laws of fate and the trajectory of the world are simply messy things in his opinion.

"What are you divining?"

"Its purpose."

Sherlock narrowed his eyes.

"May I know what this is?"

Sherlock seemed to raise her head slightly. Sherlock could only see the tip of her fair nose at most, and then there was a darkness under the wide hood, but somehow she felt that someone was watching her. Own.

"Are you Dumbledore's watcher?"

Her words were so straightforward that Sherlock couldn't help coughing twice.

"Ahem, you misunderstood, I am an escort who assists you in Hogwarts, making it easier to move."

Silk lowered his head again, and continued to look at the tea dregs at the bottom of the cup, and Sherlock also felt the disappearance of that gaze.

"It relies on emotions to accumulate strength." Silk's voice was cold and ethereal.

"I can't spread its information outside, but if you are Dumbledore's watcher, you can follow me when I look for it and learn about it yourself."

There was no hypocrisy, she spoke very straightforwardly, and she also explained the reasons very clearly.

This caught Sherlock a little off guard, but at the same time he couldn't help but relax.

He also doesn't like playing charades with others, since the other woman is so direct, he doesn't continue to hide it.

"Okay, if you want to do something, or find anything about it, come and find me in the professor's office on the third floor."

Silk nodded slightly.

The brief exchange between the two ended here, and Sherlock turned and left the room.

After he left, Silk still silently stared at the tea dregs at the bottom of the cup, motionless, like a sculpture made of cement in the dark.

In the evening, the sky began to rain heavily.

Various decorations have been arranged in the auditorium, and the professors basically sat down on the high platform, waiting for the arrival of the students before starting the school opening dinner.

Hagrid was sitting next to Sherlock. His big face was covered by a thick beard, and the rosiness from excitement and excitement could be clearly seen.

This year's Professor of Conservation of Magical Beasts, Professor Sylvanus Kettleburn, retired from the school safely this year.

He is indeed old enough, plus his legs and feet are disabled. When Sherlock first entered Hogwarts, he couldn't bear to see such a disabled old man still teaching.

It was Rubeus Hagrid who succeeded him.

But to be honest, Sherlock has reservations about whether he is qualified for this position.

Hagrid is of course a generous, kind, warm man, and he can also be the most loyal of your friends.

In terms of professional knowledge, he also has expert insights and experience on magical animals.

None of this is wrong.

However, his cognition of some magical animals is obviously different from others.

Because of his special physique, some highly dangerous magical creatures would appear less dangerous in front of him, which made him subconsciously think that this was the same for everyone.

Just like last semester, he asked Harry and Ron to find Aragog in the Forbidden Forest to learn the truth about the past.

He thought Aragog would treat Harry like him when he knew Harry was his friend.

But the reality is that if Sherlock hadn't been there, then Harry and the others would most likely have died there, becoming the spider's ration.

But Dumbledore was willing to give him a chance to try, and Sherlock also felt that maybe after Hagrid became a professor, he would understand this and change.

Soon all the students except the first grade came to the auditorium. They arrived a little later than normal time, and all of them looked shocked.

As the train approached Hogwarts, a Dementor boarded the train and checked it out.

These guys were obviously not very honest during the inspection, and it was inevitable that they would touch the students.

Fortunately, Sherlock's deputy this year, Remus Lupine, the assistant teacher of Defense Against the Dark Arts, was also in the car.

He used the Patronus Charm to keep the dementors back, sparing the students too much damage.

But when the students arrived at school, Madam Pomfrey, who got the news, ran over in a hurry to deliver chocolates to the students who were most seriously affected.

After being affected by a dementor, eating something sweet is the easiest way to relieve discomfort.

Harry passed out again on the train.

This was the second time he had seen these ghosts pass out.

The key point was that he was still in front of so many students in the carriage this time, which made him feel very shameless.

Malfoy was already laughing at him about it even before he got off the train.

So in the school infirmary, he rejected Madam Pomfrey's offer to lie down here for the night, and insisted on going back to the auditorium to attend the dinner.

Finally, after confirming that there was nothing wrong with him, Professor McGonagall agreed to his request and asked him to go back to the auditorium for dinner.

When Harry returned to the auditorium, this year's sorting ceremony was over, and before the banquet began, he announced something.

The first thing is naturally that at the beginning of this semester, dementors will guard all the exits of the school, so that students will stop the idea of ​​sneaking out, even if they are wearing an invisibility cloak.

The second thing is to introduce the two new professors.

"Because your Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, Forrest, will be busy with other things this year, so the school hired an assistant to share his teaching pressure. Professor Lupine generously agreed to help Forrest will be teaching, starting from this semester, he will be teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts for grades one to four, while Professor Forrest will continue to lead students in grades five to seven, sprinting for the next wizard level exam."

Lupine's attire looked very shabby compared to other well-dressed professors.

When Dumbledore introduced him, there was sparse applause in the auditorium. These were all the students he had protected on the train.

Harry and the three of them also applauded, but Harry frowned and said curiously.

"What will happen to Professor Forrest this year? Why does the school hire him a teaching assistant?"

Hermione shook her head, looking distressed.

"Professor Forrest didn't teach us this year. His class is the best class I've ever taken. I don't know how good the new professor Lupine is. I hope we can learn from him." Something real."

Ron was pretty confident about that.

"Based on Professor Lupine's performance on the train, he will definitely not be like the first-year Quirrell, who is an idiot who can only read textbooks."

While they were chatting, Dumbledore also announced the second new professor, Hagrid.

Harry and the others were very happy for Hagrid, because what Hagrid had always expected was to be a teacher at Hogwarts.

After the incident in the Chamber of Secrets last semester, his charges have also been cleared, and now he can use magic openly and become a teacher at Hogwarts.

After Dumbledore's brief introduction, the dinner officially began.

In the teacher's seat on the high platform, it was the first time for Sherlock to have contact with his assistant teacher Remus Lupine this year.

"First meeting, hello, Professor Lupine."

Sherlock raised his glass and touched Lupine lightly.

From the outside, Lupine was a downcast middle-aged man, and his body seemed to be a bit unwell, with an abnormal paleness on his face.

But it can be seen from the smile and words on his face that he is a mild-tempered person.

"It's not the first time, Sherlock, I should be able to call you that. Although you were very young when we met last time, you probably don't remember it, but this should be the second time we met."

(End of this chapter)