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

Chapter 58 Interrupting Spellcasting
Sherlock hurried up to help Dumbledore who was standing up from the ground.

"What's the matter, Professor? Why did you suddenly fall down?"

In front of Dumbledore, he would naturally not show a cold side, but caring and caring.

Dumbledore, who accidentally fell, didn't care at all that Sherlock saw his embarrassment, and he said with a smile while holding his arm.

"As I get older, my legs and feet are always inconvenient at times."

Sherlock looked back at the place where Dumbledore fell just now, it was just an ordinary ladder that couldn't be more ordinary.

Although these stairs are alive, they usually like to play tricks on students, but they probably aren't brave enough to play tricks on the principal.

With high probability, just now Dumbledore experienced an unremarkable fall on the ground.
He couldn't help but complain in his heart.

I didn't expect Principal Deng to have such a cute girl attribute at such an advanced age.

Walking to the corridor on the first floor, Dumbledore waved his hand, avoiding Sherlock's support.

"I'm not old enough to always need you as a crutch, Sherlock. I love your Christmas presents, only you always remember that I love to eat cockroach piles and send me a box every year .”

A candy that looks exactly like a cockroach and can move. If the original owner hadn't seen it with his own eyes, who would have thought that your taste would be so strong.

Of course, Sherlock only dared to say these words psychologically, on the surface he still cared about them.

"Actually, I think Professor, you should also moderate your sweets now. Eating too much sweets is not good for your health."

"At my age, there is no other desire."

Dumbledore also winked at Sherlock jokingly, "I can still eat some now, just eat more, who knows when I won't be able to eat any more?"

"You are joking, Professor." Sherlock said with a straight face, "Your body is healthy enough for you to live another 100 years."

Dumbledore laughed.

"You have learned Sherlock worse than before, and you never flattered before."

"I don't have a professor now either."

"Change is not a bad thing. I hope that what you just said to me is really just a compliment, not sincere."

They chatted and walked into the auditorium. Most of the students who stayed in the school hadn't come to have breakfast at this time.

Hagrid was carrying a fir tree and was looking for a suitable place in the Great Hall to put it down.

Professor Flitwick of the Charms class is directing by his side, and he will add some beautiful decorations to the tree in a while.

Professor McGonagall made all kinds of Christmas wreaths made of holly and mistletoe on the walls around the auditorium.

Tonight, there will be a small but grand Christmas dinner in the castle.

Not only the students who stayed in the castle, Hogwarts and many professors did not form their own families, this was their home, and Christmas would naturally be spent in the castle every year.

Then there are the ghosts, whose favorite holiday of the year is Halloween, but Christmas is still something to celebrate.

There are other staff who are not professors but also belong to Hogwarts, such as Hagrid, the warden of the Forbidden Forest, Filch, the castle administrator, and Mrs. Pince, the librarian.

So although the annual Christmas banquet will not be full of people like the school opening banquet, it is still very lively.

It had been snowing for a week, and after breakfast, most of the students went out of the castle to play in the snow, or went skating on the frozen Black Lake.

Sherlock helped Flitwick and Professor McGonagall in the auditorium, helping to arrange some tricks for the auditorium.

"How about some stars?"

Professor Flitwick touched his chin with one hand, and lightly waved his wand at the Christmas tree, and many bright silver stars appeared on the tree.

Sherlock looked at it carefully for a moment, then shook his head.

"It's still suitable for golden yellow stars."

With a flick of his wand, he changed Professor Flitwick's conjured star to shimmering gold.

"Aha! That's great, and we can add some other decorations to it."

Flitwick waved his wand again at the Christmas tree, and the whole tree began to emit light particles.

The decoration of the auditorium is not difficult, and most of them are almost completed in less than one morning.

With free time, Sherlock didn't plan to be busy with work and magic on this rare relaxing day.

He walked out of the castle, ready to take a walk along the Black Lake to relax.

Harry and Ron had just returned from the Quidditch pitch at the time, and of course they wouldn't be doing any Quidditch practice on Christmas Day.

It's just that there is enough snow there, and many students are playing in the snow, and both Harry and Ron are flushed, obviously just returned from a snowball fight.

"I'm sure they must have secretly cheated with magic. The snowball flew over my head like it had eyes."

"Don't talk about them, we also cheated secretly. I can see that you hid the dung bomb that Fred gave you in the snowball you threw at the Slytherins."

While chatting, they walked towards the castle, and happened to run into Sherlock who had just come out of the castle.

Sherlock and their eyes met, and Harry immediately avoided his eyes like a mouse seeing a cat.

But we have already met, obviously we can't just leave like this.

So Harry and Ron could only greet Sherlock awkwardly.

"Good morning, Professor Forrest."

They dared not say Merry Christmas to Sherlock, and if he came back, it would be the end of Christmas for both of them.

Looking at the strange behavior of these two troublemakers today, Sherlock raised his eyebrows slightly and asked.

"What did you do wrong again?"

Harry scratched his hair.

"No, Professor, it's Christmas, what can we do wrong."

"That's right, we've always been honest."

Of course Sherlock would not believe their nonsense. In the whole of Hogwarts, apart from George and Fred, they were the two most likely to cause trouble.

But today is Christmas after all, and Sherlock didn't want to spoil their holiday mood at this time, so he said lightly.

"It's enough to be honest all the time, go play, I wish you play this Christmas"

Before he could finish speaking, Harry and Ron's expressions changed instantly, and they hurriedly interrupted.

"My stomach hurts Professor, I have to go back to the castle first!"

"I'm going to accompany Harry and help him get some medicine!"

The two ran back to the castle as if fleeing, leaving only Sherlock with a puzzled face not understanding what the hell they were doing.

(End of this chapter)