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

Chapter 8 The Only Choice
After scaring his obnoxious cousin away, Harry stared blankly at the hedge in the yard.

He is a second-year student at Hogwarts, but he has to live with Aunt Petunia, who hates magic and wizards, during the summer vacation.

To be honest, when he received the Hogwarts acceptance letter from Hagrid last year, he happily thought that he was about to escape from the sea of ​​suffering.

But he didn't expect to return to this "home" where he didn't feel any warmth when the semester was over.

Today is Harry's birthday, but he hasn't received a birthday card yet.

He must have made friends during his year at Hogwarts.

But Ron and Hermione seemed to have completely forgotten about him during the whole summer vacation, and they didn't send a single letter.

This made him extremely frustrated.

Aunt Petunia had just heard a tip from a flustered Dudley and was yelling in the living room to make Harry trim the roses in the yard, clean the windows, wash the car, mow the lawn, and do the flower beds.

In the hot weather, Harry weakly took tools and began to work in the garden, while his fat cousin Dali, who was as fat as a fat pig, was eating ice cream gloatingly, dangling from the side and watching Harry wiped the glass.

Harry wasn't feeling bad, well, maybe he was, more or less.

But he has already gotten used to such unfair treatment, even if it feels a little uncomfortable, it can't be called sad.

The scorching sun was burning the back of Harry's neck.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead, and suddenly saw a young man running on the road outside the yard.

When he raised his head, his gaze met the young man.

To be honest, that face was very handsome, ranking among the top three people Harry had ever met, but with a cold expression, he looked like a serious person.

The eyes of the two were fleeting, as if two ordinary strangers accidentally looked at each other.

Apart from grumbling to himself that someone really has the leisure to go out for a run in this weather, Harry didn't find anything amiss.

And then, his attention was caught by a big eye hidden behind a hedge.

This was the first time Sherlock went out for a run along the planned route, and then met Harry Potter.

He didn't dare to go up and say hello to the protagonist of this world, because he didn't know if there were Dumbledore or people from the Ministry of Magic guarding around Harry's house.

The reason why he wanted to take a look at Harry Potter was that after Professor McGonagall left, he discovered that the place where he lived was only two streets away from No. 4 Privet Drive, where Harry Potter lived in the original book. .

Harry Potter looked no different from what he knew.

Wearing a pair of big black-rimmed glasses, black and matted black hair, bright green eyes, and a thin body that looks a little malnourished.

It seems that the usual life is really not very good.

But whether Harry Potter's life is good or not, Sherlock doesn't need to worry about it.

He'd just had a look at Harry to satisfy his own curiosity, and he had a lot of trouble with him right now.

Back home, Sherlock went to the bathroom to take a shower, and then came to the wizard's study with a towel to wipe his wet hair.

As soon as he entered the door, the portrait on the wall began to curse and shout again.

"Why don't you die! You bastard who makes me sick! Die outside! Disappear before my eyes!"

To deal with this noisy painting, Sherlock already had a good solution. He put a curtain over the portrait, and the woman who had been cursing him would soon shut up.

From the tone of the portrait, this woman is like the mother of Sherlock's body.

But he couldn't imagine what kind of mother would curse her son with such vicious words.

The original owner's family situation looks very strange so far.

His father was a top rich man with titles and social status in the Muggle world, while his mother only made noise like a madwoman.

According to the wizarding world, Sherlock's blood should belong to mixed blood, his mother is a wizard, and his father is a Muggle.

And that day, when the old housekeeper handed over the will to him, the phrase "promise not to contact those people in the future", "those people" very likely refers to the wizard.

In other words, Sherlock's father is also very disgusted with the group of wizards.

To be honest, if all the wizards Sherlock met were like the original owner's mother, then he would not have a good impression of wizards.

But if this is the case, then how did the parents of the original owner give birth to the original owner?
The problem is a bit complicated, and the information that can be obtained is limited. Sherlock doesn't quite understand these things, and he doesn't have time to figure it out.

After Professor McGonagall sent him the letter of appointment for the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, he must not think about inheriting his cheap father's property.

Even if he got the money, he had no chance to spend it.

The most important problem facing him now is how to solve the problem of teaching at Hogwarts.

On the night Professor McGonagall left, Sherlock actually thought of many excuses for not accepting the position.

For example, be cruel to yourself and break your leg on purpose.

However, although in the normal Muggle world, a broken bone is a matter of recuperating for a long time, let alone a broken bone in the wizarding world, even if a person is separated, it is not difficult to reconnect.

Therefore, with Sherlock's current ability, it is obviously unrealistic to use self-harm to avoid going to work.

He also thought about running away directly and making a scene of disappearance, such a way of breaking the jar.

But Shylock found in despair that he couldn't even avoid the owl's pursuit, let alone the wizard's, and fleeing would be a trap for himself.

After thinking about the position of this professor that night, he couldn't avoid it no matter what.

Sherlock knew that there was only one way to go right now.

Then go to Hogwarts to teach honestly.

After figuring this out, he himself became more open-minded.

Anyway, according to his normal experience, he should have been drowned when he fell into the river in his previous life.

Now reborn into this world, it is completely a waste of life.

If you can live a wonderful life, you have earned it, even if you die later due to some accident, it is not a loss.

Besides, being a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts is not certain. If you think about it, the chance of surviving is still very high.

So Sherlock, who was thinking about it, picked up the letter of appointment again, and smiled contemptuously.

"Hmph, it's just the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts."

(End of this chapter)