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

Chapter 31 Sherlock's Blessing
Money can do whatever it wants.

Even in the magic world, as long as the society is stable, this sentence can be established.

Like Draco Malfoy.

Last year, because of Harry's extraordinary Quidditch talent in flying lessons, Professor McGonagall recruited him into the Gryffindor team and became the youngest Seeker in Hogwarts in a century.

This made Malfoy, who didn't get Harry's friendship on the train that had just arrived at Hogwarts, completely jealous.

So in the second grade, Malfoy, who felt that his Quidditch level was not enough to join the Slytherin team, begged his father to activate the "money ability".

Donated seven new brooms to the Slytherin team in his own name, allowing Snape to make an exception and promote Malfoy to the team's Seeker position.

The complacent Malfoy will of course find time to show off in front of Harry.

This morning is the perfect timing.

It's just that his showing off didn't work very well.

Harry's friend, Hermione, a girl from a Muggle family, pointed out sharply that Malfoy's entry into the Quidditch team was due to his father's wealth, not his own strength.

This made him couldn't help cursing out that extremely ugly swear word.

"Nobody asked you, you stinky little Mudblood!"

Suddenly, the faces of all the people around who knew the meaning of the word changed.

Ron couldn't help it even more on the spot, angrily pulled out his wand and cast a spell on Malfoy.

However, he forgot that his wand was broken. Not only did the spell not hit Malfoy, but it affected him and became the laughing stock of the field.

When Malfoy scolded Hermione, Sherlock had already quietly arrived behind the group of students.

Seeing that Ron was hit by his own spell, he walked in from behind the crowd.

"Excellent snot curse Weasley, if you used this effect in my class, I would give Gryffindor five points."

Sherlock's indifferent voice immediately silenced everyone on the field.

As soon as he finished speaking, he stretched out his wand and used an advanced universal solution to Ron, saving him from the embarrassment of constantly vomiting slugs.

Then he turned his gaze to Malfoy.

To be honest, he knew that the child wasn't very bad in nature, but the wrong family education turned him into a typical bear child.

Unfortunately, Sherlock hates brats the most.

"Twenty points for Slytherin, Mr. Malfoy, you have to clean up all the boys' toilets in the castle in the next week, and Professor Snape will know about it, and I will tell him personally at dinner tonight .”

Sherlock's voice was cold, and his eyes seemed to be able to freeze people into ice.

Malfoy just exchanged a glance with him, then subconsciously moved his eyes elsewhere.

He looked very aggrieved, but he couldn't do anything to Sherlock, so he could only leave the Quidditch field with a sullen face and the Slytherin team.

Sherlock was not born and raised in the wizarding world, and he didn't quite understand how much the word "mudblood" among wizards hurt those wizards who were born in Muggle families.

But he knew that Malfoy's meaning to Hermione was the same as the discriminatory meaning of "the stinking foreigner is here to beg for food" by the bus aunt with the sky pattern.

As hateful as that aunt was, Malfoy's behavior is now as disgusting as it is.

For the "just ruling" after Sherlock appeared, Harry and the others naturally cheered.

Ron blushed, he was still immersed in Sherlock's praise for him, and stammered thanks.

"Thank you, Professor Forrest."

Sherlock only left them a cool and handsome back.

"The weather is good today, I wish you a happy time on the court."

The female members of the Gryffindor team watched him leave with eyes full of fascination.

"I wish I could marry Professor Forrest after graduation," murmured Batsman Aliya.

Chaser Angelina scoffed.

"You've been thinking about these things since you're only in the fourth grade. Even if you have the chance to marry Professor Forrest, I should be the first. After all, I'm graduating next year!"

"Hmph, you won't be able to see Professor Forrest after you graduate, but I can see him every day at school!"

They had an infighting over who had a better chance of getting Sherlock, and Captain Wood just wanted to train quickly at this time. He couldn't wait to win this year's Quidditch champion.

However, just as they were about to get on their broomsticks and return to the sky above the stadium, dark clouds suddenly covered the originally clear sky.

A blinding flash of lightning flashed across the top of Harry's and his group's heads, and then big raindrops fell down, soaking their robes and soaking up the mood they had just gotten up to practice.

Wood was wailing to the sky, complaining about the weird weather.

Harry wiped the rainwater off his face and murmured to himself.

"Evidently Professor Forrest just wished us a good time."

For Sherlock, the conflict on the court was just an episode of today.

He passed through Hogwarts Castle from the Quidditch pitch, and was about to go out to Hogsmeade through the main entrance when it suddenly began to rain heavily.

He still hasn't gotten used to the unpredictable weather in England.

Fortunately, the convenience of magic can be reflected in all aspects of life.

Sherlock found an old broom from the utility room on the first floor, waved his magic wand to turn it into a large umbrella, and at the same time used a waterproof and moisture-proof spell on his robe.

Holding up the big umbrella, he walked slowly into the rain curtain.

The summer rain will make the air fresher and the temperature more suitable, which is very suitable for going out with an umbrella.

Although it was his first time walking the road to Hogsmeade, he was very familiar with it.

The credit, of course, goes to the Marauder's Map confiscated from the Weasley twins.

That map was so useful that Sherlock had to admire the ingenious ideas and creativity of the person who made it.

Because there was no time for Hogsmeade Week for senior students, and the sudden heavy rain, there were not many pedestrians in this wizarding town.

Going straight along the main road, Sherlock easily found the three broomsticks that Professor McGonagall mentioned.

He pushed open the main door of the bar, and a warm and sweet smell came out from inside.

Under the soft orange light, wizards in twos and threes sat drinking and chatting at the small round table. After Sherlock entered the door, a familiar voice greeted him.

"Here, Sherlock."

(End of this chapter)