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

Chapter 269 Furong and Silk
Fu Rong looked at him with a somewhat inexplicable expression.

"Are you so kind to your students? I thought you only had special care for Harry before."

Sherlock rolled his eyes at her question.

"I treat all students equally. As a teacher, I should not only teach them knowledge, but also let them understand the principles of life."

The scene suddenly became quiet at this moment, Fleur stared at Sherlock, and Sherlock also looked at her, and the two stared with big eyes.

After the air froze for dozens of seconds, Fu Rong said angrily.

"I've come to Hogwarts now, do you have anything to say?"

Sherlock knew that this kind of thing could not be avoided or escaped, so he stood up helplessly from his chair.

"Miss Delacour, welcome to Hogwarts Castle."

Fleur didn't seem very satisfied with his welcome speech, she said with a frown.

"Do you always call your friends like this? Or are you already planning to pretend you don't know me because you haven't seen me for more than a year?"

The robe on the hanger in front of the door flew to Sherlock's side, and then put it on him.

"I call my friends very casually. Like Lupine, I always call him by his last name. Now I prefer to call him Prince. Of course, if you want me to call you Fleur, then we now You can go, Miss Furong."

Only then did Fleur show a slightly satisfied look on her face, and she and Sherlock began to tour the entire castle together.

It's just that she didn't show much interest in Hogwarts along the way, but she was very interested in Sherlock's teaching life in the school.

"I heard that the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts was cursed by that person. Are you the only professor in the past 40 years who has been in office for three consecutive terms without any accidents?"

When passing by the girl's bathroom where Myrtle stayed behind on the first floor, Sherlock told her the story of the secret room being opened at that time, which also made Fleur pay attention to him as a defense class at Hogwarts for three years. Professor, curious about things that are still safe and sound.

Sherlock shrugged.

"In the past two years, as soon as the Prophet Daily has no news topics, it will publish a report on this matter. I heard that among the reporters inside the newspaper, they even made a private bet. The bet is that I will be in the I died in my current position in the first few years of continuing to work as a professor, and it seems that no one is forcing me to survive for more than five years."

In fact, thinking about the experience of teaching in the castle for the past two years, Sherlock has always felt that he is still standing here intact, and he is indeed lucky enough.

Whether it was the basilisk in the first year of his employment, or the time travel incident in the second year, he almost survived several times.

In the next few years, Hogwarts will only become more uneven, which makes Charlotte have no idea how long she can stay in this position.

Fu Rong was on the defensive for him.

"How could they do this? How could they bet on your life? It is said that many wizards have sued the newspaper reporters of the British Daily Prophet. They don't know how they got to know the privacy of some famous wizards." , and reported it.”

Sherlock knew something about it, too, he recalled.

"The one they plan to sue is the reporter named Rita Skeeter, but the so-called prosecution is nothing more than thunder and rain. Those wizards themselves can't deal with their own troubles. Skeeter's There is a high probability that the prosecution is just intimidation."

The two chatted like this and walked in the castle. During the period, many students saw them. After all, there is no class today, and the little wizards are very free.

However, when Sherlock and Fleur were together, he deliberately kept a social distance, which did not cause any misunderstanding among the students of Hogwarts. Most people thought that he was just taking this student of Beauxbatons by the way. Visit campus only.

When passing by the castle library, Sherlock was introducing to Fleur that this is the largest library of magic books in the British wizarding world. Silk, who was blindfolded with a black ribbon, happened to come out of the library at this time with two The magic book came out.

Although the two had discussed Fiddlesticks together in the office before, Silk had obviously not completely calmed down with Sherlock.

As if she hadn't seen him, she was about to pass by Sherlock with two tomes that were like bricks in her arms.

Of course Sherlock couldn't pretend he didn't see anything.

He stretched out his hand with a smirk, helped to take the two books in Silk's hand, and said cheekily.

"For things like borrowing books from the library, it's enough to ask those senior boys to help. It's too hard for you to move it to the office so hard."

Silk glanced at him with those golden eyes hidden under the ribbon, and said coldly.

"I just want to get out for a walk."

"Good idea!" Sherlock praised, "I've always suggested that you go out for a walk more often, but the air over the Black Lake is fresher, next time you want to go out for a walk, go there. The sunshine these days is not bad. .”

Silk's voice was still very cold.

"There are few people by the lake, so it's boring to go for a walk by the lake alone."

"Then I will accompany you next time?" Sherlock said cautiously.

Silk, however, didn't listen to him at all, and walked forward with a blank expression.

"Don't bother Professor Forrest, you are too busy and don't have much time."

"Why are you busy! Not busy, not busy at all!"

Looking at the conversation between Sherlock and Silk, Fleur's expression was obviously a little weird, as if she was a little tasteless, and felt that she was an inappropriate light bulb.

It wasn't until this time that she had a chance to interject.

"Hello, Professor Silk, my name is Fleur Delacour, and I'm Sherlock's friend."

Hearing her greeting, Silk didn't show any indifference towards her, but just nodded slightly.

"Hello."

Fu Rong looked at her exquisite face, she who had always been incomparable to her own appearance didn't dare to think of any comparison at this time, but asked with a complicated expression.

"I heard that Professor Silk, you are Sherlock's girlfriend?"

"Cough cough...cough cough..."

Hearing her question, Sherlock choked on his own saliva, blushed, and coughed desperately aside.

But Silk just glanced at him lightly, and replied with a flat face.

"No, we are just ordinary colleagues. Who did you listen to?"

Hearing what she said, Fleur's face immediately relaxed completely, and she sold Harry out without hesitation.

"Harry Potter, he told me at dinner yesterday."

(End of this chapter)