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

Chapter 18 Dumbledore
"I thought you'd come to Hogwarts early, Sherlock."

The old man who looked harmless and friendly was naturally Dumbledore, the headmaster of Hogwarts.

"Sit down here, I will introduce you to the students later."

He gave Sherlock a seat to his left.

After Sherlock sat down beside Dumbledore, he answered Dumbledore's first question.

"Come to school late because I want to perfect my teaching program and teach at home."

When speaking to Dumbledore, he naturally didn't have the same indifferent tone as before, and anyone could even hear the respect in his tone.

If it is said that the original owner has special feelings for anyone, Dumbledore is the only one in the description in his diary.

His respect for this old man, known as the greatest white wizard of the twentieth century, is enough to describe him as admiration.

Hearing his words, Dumbledore praised.

"Adequate preparation will allow you to settle into who you are more quickly."

At this time, the freshmen are still crossing the lake.

The old students who had already sat in the auditorium chatted cheerfully with the classmates who hadn't seen the whole vacation, and the professors were also whispering.

During the period before the sorting ceremony, neither the students nor the teachers had any restrictions.

Dumbledore looked at Sherlock with his bright blue eyes, and spoke with a smile.

"Actually, I still didn't think you were ready to take over the professorship at first, Sherlock."

Sherlock showed a posture of listening to teachings, and continued to listen to Dumbledore's words.

"Last time, when you came to Hogwarts to apply for a job with me, I told you that what you lack is not any knowledge of magic, but the heart that an adult wizard should have."

"The heart is not strong enough. Even if you learn the most powerful magic, it's just a superficial thing. I don't feel relieved to hand over the position of professor to you."

"However, after the accident happened to Gilderoy Lockhart, the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, who was originally scheduled, I had to examine my vision again."

"You always think that I am omnipotent and omniscient, but in fact, it's like I can misunderstand people when choosing professors. Sometimes I may not be right."

He crossed his hands on the table, but he didn't give the impression that he was putting on airs.

His words were still gentle, as if he was chatting with a junior who was close to him, and he mistook yogurt for milk a few days ago and added it to his coffee.

"So it may be that I am too harsh on you. After all, strength may easily become stronger, but if a person wants to become truly stronger in his heart, it is useless to rely on words."

"So I think you should be given a chance."

At this point, he finally stated the purpose of having this conversation with Sherlock.

"The letter of appointment that Minerva sent you is not complete, and I would like to add something to you here."

"Hogwarts officially hired you to be the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, only this year."

"This year is also an internship period for you. After you finish teaching this year, I will consider whether to continue to let you take up this position. If I still think you are still not ready by then, then I will select the professor next year. You replace it."

Hearing what he said, Sherlock, who had been keeping his mind empty, finally couldn't help but secretly vomited in his heart.

Do you have self-knowledge?Principal Deng!
Who can stick to the second year of teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts?
Even I can only pray, hoping that I will end this year's dangerous work with a lot of spare parts, but you actually told me that next year you will consider whether to replace me?
Waiting to dismiss the phantom I become after death?
Of course, it was impossible for Sherlock to say what was in his heart, and Dumbledore didn't have the time to peek at his messy thoughts, and think about any weird things.

Sherlock said with a serious and sincere expression.

"Professor, I will not disappoint you. I believe that next year I will receive a formal tenured professor appointment letter from Hogwarts."

Dumbledore looked at the new students led by Professor McGonagall who were about to undergo the sorting ceremony, and he spoke softly.

"I hope that by this time next year, you'll tell me with your own mouth that you haven't let yourself down."

The conversation between the two ended here, and the sorting ceremony was about to begin. Everyone fell silent and listened quietly. The old hat responsible for classifying which college each freshman should go to was singing.

When meeting Dumbledore for the first time, Sherlock felt that he should have dealt with it.

Even though this old man who seemed to be pretty good based on the impression of his brief exchange, in fact, he was really an old bastard behind his back, as maliciously speculated in the movie commentary.

It is also unlikely that he is peeping into the mind of the person he is talking to all the time, right?
During the conversation just now, Sherlock didn't feel any discomfort in his body. He sincerely believed and hoped that there was nothing strange, and walked around his mind.

And just at the beginning of the sorting ceremony, on the professor's seat, there was a man with greasy hair like kelp and a black robe. His face was pale and gloomy, and he looked like a big bat. The middle-aged wizard sat up from his seat and left the auditorium.

When he passed Sherlock, Sherlock inadvertently glanced at him.

Those eyes were like a pool of stagnant water, empty, silent, and desolate, just like the breath emanating from his whole body.

It feels even more ominous than the Thestrals, who can only see their real body if they have seen death.

There seems to be only one professor in Hogwarts who has such a temperament in Sherlock's vague memory.

Potions Professor Snape.

Is he a decent or a villain in the original book?

After thinking about it for a long time, he couldn't recall the final characterization of this person. Sherlock shook his head, and simply stopped thinking about it. Anyway, it's right to try to deal with him as little as possible in the castle.

With the end of the sorting ceremony, the opening dinner also began. At this time, Snape, who was like a big human bat, suddenly came back in a hurry.

He bowed his head and whispered a few words beside Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall, and Sherlock, who was sitting next to him, vaguely heard the surnames "Potter" and "Weasley".

Then Professor McGonagall's face turned livid with anger, she stood up from her seat and walked to a small room next to the auditorium.

Dumbledore restrained his smile, and walked in with a serious expression 3 minutes after Professor McGonagall left.

Sherlock could probably guess that the reason for their expressions was probably that Snape had discovered Harry and Ron who came to school in a flying car.

But none of this had anything to do with him, because at this moment he was dealing with the small talk of Professor Flitwick, who was in charge of teaching Charms.

(End of this chapter)