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

Chapter 23 Windfall
"Fufufu, Professor Forrest."

This was the second student Sherlock met tonight who called his surname four blessings, but they both had the surname Weasley.

George and Fred are very nervous now.

None of them knew why Sherlock, who had just joined the job today, appeared here.

Of course, appearing here is not the key point. The key point is that just 1 minute ago, the two of them used their secret treasure Marauder's Map in front of the newly recruited Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

After reacting, George hurriedly hid the Marauder's Map behind him.

In the next second, he and Fred laughed together in unison.

"What a coincidence, Professor Forrest, you are still walking here so late, I didn't expect to run into you as soon as we came out."

"Yes, yes, it's already this time, and I still meet you. It's getting late, you should go back and rest early, we have to get ready to go to bed, staying up late will not grow taller."

George and Fred were sloppy, laughing and trying to fool the matter of the Marauder's Map, and at the same time they turned around and walked towards the entrance of the Gryffindor lounge.

However, their deceitful behavior certainly wouldn't fool Sherlock.

The moment they turned around, Sherlock grabbed the back collar of the two of them.

The bodies of Fred and the two froze immediately.

They swallowed their saliva and looked at each other quietly, and they could see from each other's eyes that they might not be able to escape so easily tonight.

"Uh, is there anything else you can do? Professor Forrest, we have to go back to bed. Mom said going to bed late is bad for your health."

George also wanted to make a last-ditch stand.

However, Sherlock had already stretched out his hand in front of him, and said lightly.

"Bring something here."

Knowing that there was really no way to escape, George and Fred, with mournful faces, took out the hidden Marauder's Map slowly.

They didn't dare play tricks in front of Sherlock.

At home during the summer vacation, Mrs. Weasley told them countless times how amazing their Professor Forrest was when they were students.

After graduating, I worked as an Auror for more than a year. Later, I felt that Aurors were too boring, so I voluntarily resigned from the Ministry of Magic and specialized in magic research at home.

Then, after only less than two years of research, he has already written two books related to defensive spells that are respected by many spell masters.

Among other things, it is not something ordinary people can do if he is only in his early twenties and can be the professor of the main course in a thousand-year-old school like Hogwarts.

So, they dared to bully Filch because they had been right with each other for three years, and they had already guessed that Filch was a Squib.

But Sherlock is certainly not so easy to bully, at least on the surface.

Sherlock took the parchment from the hands of the twins, and the magic on it was still going on at this time, and he saw the wonderful use of this parchment at a glance.

This is a magical map of all the locations and structures of Hogwarts.

Not only the castle, but all the buildings and land on the Hogwarts campus can be displayed on this map.

The most incredible thing is that the map can also show the real-time location of everyone in the school.

For example, now Sherlock can be seen on the map, Dumbledore is walking back and forth in his office, Filch is still running towards his residence, and Professor Flitwick is teaching the common room and astronomy class. Professor Sinistra chatting.

With this map, you can know the whole of Hogwarts like the back of your hand, which is exactly what Sherlock needs most at this time!

So he raised his head from the Marauder's Map, and stared at the twins with those oppressive eyes.

"Okay, let's discuss how to deal with the two Mr. Weasleys tonight."

George and Fred looked downcast.

They knew very well that although Sherlock talked about negotiating, the two of them had no room for retaliation. They could only pray in their hearts that he would not take away the Marauder's Map and tell their mother about it.

"You set up traps in advance, and you made Filch, the castle warden, a mess, and then took the opportunity to run out of the lounge at curfew time for a night tour, holding a Hogwarts card that looked like a contraband. Map, any of these three things is a serious violation of school rules."

Hearing what he said, when George and the others had despaired of thinking that Sherlock was going to hand them over to Professor McGonagall in a ruthless manner, Sherlock suddenly changed the subject.

"But you also know that I have a good relationship with your parents. If they know that their son has done this kind of thing in school, they will probably be very angry, so I can consider letting you go."

Immediately, expressions of surprise appeared on the faces of both George and Fred.

"I don't have to tell the school about your violation of school rules tonight, and I don't even have to confiscate your map. But in order to let you know the lesson, I will keep this map for a few days. By Christmas, if I feel You did well in the first half of the semester, so I'll give it back to you."

As soon as they heard that the things could be brought back, George and the others immediately made a promise.

"We promise to be an obedient Professor Forrest in the next few months!"

"Hope for the best."

George and Fred didn't dare to ask for too much, and it was a surprise that Sherlock promised to return the map to them in the future.

Besides, what they promised was to be honest and obedient in the next few months, and they would have to talk about it when they got the Marauder's Map back.

So the two asked cautiously.

"Can we go back to sleep now, Professor."

Sherlock handed them the Marauder's Map.

"Cancel the magic on this map."

Fred took the map obediently, raised his wand in front of Sherlock, and said a spell on the Marauder's Map.

"The prank is over!"

The moment his wand touched the map, all the lines on the parchment shrunk towards the middle, and finally converged into a dot of ink that disappeared completely on the paper, and the Marauder's Map became an ordinary one. parchment.

The opening and closing spells were all recorded by Sherlock, who took the map back from Fred's hand, and then nodded to indicate that they could go back to sleep.

At this time, the twins turned around and gave a secret signal to the portrait of the fat lady at the entrance of the Gryffindor lounge, ending the night tour that was forced to end before it even started.

Sherlock was the only one left in the silent castle corridor.

He looked at the plain parchment in his hand, and lightly tapped it with his wand.

"I solemnly swear that I will do no good!"

Then countless black lines emerged from the middle of the parchment, stretching in all directions like a snake, and finally formed a real-time map of Hogwarts.

Looking at tonight's windfall, the corner of Sherlock's mouth slightly curved into a wonderful arc.

(End of this chapter)