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

Chapter 99 The Duke of Devonshire

Before the Hogwarts holiday started, after the final dinner, Dumbledore called Sherlock into the office alone.

He took out a letter from the drawer and handed it to Sherlock.

"If you have nothing to do during the summer vacation, you can visit an old friend of mine in this place in France, and he will give you something."

Sherlock took the letter curiously, and saw the name of the friend that Dumbledore said on the envelope.

"Nick Flamel, is this the master alchemist who created the Philosopher's Stone?" He asked in surprise.

Dumbledore was not surprised that Sherlock had heard of Nicolas' name, and his friend's reputation in the wizarding world was no lesser than his.

"That's right, it's that Nick Flamel, but he has destroyed his Philosopher's Stone now, and he is planning to deal with the remaining fragments of the Philosopher's Stone that still contain some magic power. He intends to give it to some young people. It’s just a letter of introduction, if you are interested in this, you can visit him at the above address before August.”

Fragments of the Sorcerer's Stone?

Sherlock blinked at the letter, thinking it was interesting.

Although he hasn't decided to go now, but keep the letter for now, maybe when he will become interested?

After seeing him put away the letter, Dumbledore thought for a moment, then continued.

"I remember where you live, isn't it very far from Harry's aunt's house?"

Sherlock nodded.

"Coincidentally, it's only two streets away."

Dumbledore pulled out a piece of parchment from the desk, wrote something on it, stuffed it into an envelope, and handed it to Sherlock.

"If you decide to go to Nick during the summer vacation, take Harry along with you. Then you can give this letter to his aunt, and she will let Harry leave with you."

Sherlock accepted the letter with some surprise.

"Don't you worry, what happened to Harry following me halfway?"

"Protecting one's own students is the most basic duty of a teacher." Dumbledore blinked and said with a smile, "Isn't it?"

"Well, you're right, if I go, I will take care of Harry's safety." Sherlock promised.

"One more thing, you have the right to know." Dumbledore's expression became slightly serious, "When the next term starts, you will still be the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, but I will hire an assistant professor of Defense for you .”

Sherlock froze for a moment, he asked.

"I don't mind if you hire me an assistant, but why should you hire me alone?"

Dumbledore shook his head helplessly.

"Because someone needs a job. Hogwarts doesn't have any suitable positions this year, so I can only recruit him as an assistant."

Sherlock nodded, understanding.

He carefully recalled the few plots that he still remembered. The assistant professor Dumbledore recruited for him should be the professor of Harry's third-year Defense Against the Dark Arts class under the normal plot in the original book.

On the second day after talking with Dumbledore, the Hogwarts vacation this semester officially began.

Sherlock didn't take the Hogwarts Express this time, wasting a whole day to get home.

Instead, he used apparition directly. One second he was still in Hogsmeade, and the next second he had flashed to the door of his home in Devonshire.

Although the house has not been cleaned for nearly a year, it still looks clean overall.

There is no house elf in the Sherlock family who is usually responsible for housework, but most of the furniture in the house has been enchanted, even if he is not at home, the furniture can clean the room by itself.

So when he got home, he had nothing to be busy with. He just used a few cleansing spells on some supplies that didn't have self-cleaning ability, and then sat in the study.

"One year! A whole year! You didn't come back! Do you still have my mother in your eyes! You bastard! You scum! You disgusting scum!"

In the study room, the sharp female voice was still yelling, accusing, and berating Sherlock into a sinner with a bruised body.

But Sherlock didn't take it seriously, but quietly looked at the magical portrait of the original owner's mother hanging on the wall, and tried to communicate with her.

"I went to Hogwarts to be a professor this year, so I didn't come back."

However, the witch's bitter taunt sounded immediately.

"Only you are worthy! Which principal of the magic school is blind to recruit you! You useless bastard! Trash! Trash!."

After trying to communicate to no avail, Sherlock sighed, and a piece of red silk cloth on the table slowly flew up out of thin air, and hung itself on the picture frame, covering the portrait of the original owner's mother, making her shut up.

Then Sherlock didn't take out his wand, and didn't say a spell.

All the books on the bookshelf flew out of the bookshelf by themselves, flew lightly to him, and neatly arranged and rotated around him.

This is a kind of magic that Sherlock learned without a teacher after the successful stitching of the soul.

His magic can interfere with reality in the most primitive form.

Including but not limited to moving objects, directing objects to complete uncomplicated actions, performing simple deformations on objects, and so on.

To put it simply, it is a bit similar to a weakened version of the state when he killed the basilisk.

The combat power is limited, but it is extremely convenient to use in daily life.

Sherlock selected one of the magic books that revolved around him, and then the rest of the books flew back to the bookshelf by themselves, neatly arranged in the order before.

Back home Sherlock's life is also very monotonous.

He usually stays in the study and studies all kinds of magic, especially strengthening the practice of the Patronus Charm.

In his vague memory, it seems that there will be dementors in Hogwarts when the next semester starts.

As for spells like the Patronus Charm, which are especially effective against dementors, he must of course work hard to master them.

But this kind of spell, which is extremely demanding on emotions, can't be used just by practicing, so Sherlock didn't force too much, as long as it can play a role at a critical moment.

After staying at home for two weeks.

Sherlock finally walked out of the study. He found out the will agreement given to him by the old housekeeper from the original owner's father at this time last year.

It has been a whole year since he got the will agreement.

Because of going to Hogwarts as a professor, Sherlock has never paid much attention to it, but after learning about the unusualness of the original owner's parents in Hogwarts.

Sherlock felt that he was going to meet his cheap father who had never met him this summer vacation.

Through Slughorn's words, he could hear that the original owner's parents should not be against wizards at first, and they even agreed that Slughorn should be Sherlock's godfather.

Then why did the original owner's mother turn into the crazy look in the portrait, and the original owner's father unabashedly hated wizards, forcing his son to inherit his inheritance only by staying away from wizards?

Sherlock was very curious about the hidden secrets.

He also specifically studied the status of the original owner's father's family in the Muggle world.

The Cavendish family, the British hereditary Duke of Devonshire, has produced many scientists and politicians in the normal history of this family, and has a great influence in the British political circle.

But the world Sherlock is in now is of course different from the one in his previous life.

The Cavendish family still held the title of Duke of Devonshire in England, but after the nineteenth century, the family began to decline.

The key lies in the scarcity of heirs of direct descendants. Starting from Sherlock's great-grandfather, it is a single lineage.

If there is a slight mistake in the middle and no boy is born, the title will be replaced by Cavendish's collateral blood.

Until the generation of Sherlock's biological father, on the bright side of the British Muggle world, he was already in the embarrassing situation of having no successor.

Sherlock's identity is very secretive, and no one knows that this generation of Duke of Devonshire actually has a son outside.

This shows how cruel Sherlock's father is. He is sick in bed now, obviously he will not live long, and Sherlock is his only biological heir.

But if Sherlock doesn't guarantee that he will never have contact with the wizarding world, then he would rather distribute his title and family property to his relatives.

Sherlock didn't care much about the title of Duke of Devonshire and those family properties that a normal person would not be able to spend in a few lifetimes.

For wizards with real aspirations and ideals, these fame and wealth in the Muggle world are useless at all, and they are not as useful as a useful magic notebook.

Sherlock felt that he was not so empty-handed, but he was also a wizard with pursuit, and it didn't matter what he inherited. The key was to find out why the original owner's parents had such changes, and the contrasting clues.

So he decided to call the housekeeper today to try to get in touch with his cheap father.

There was only one ring on the other end of the phone, and it was quickly connected. Before the other side could speak, Sherlock spoke calmly.

"I'm Sherlock Forrest, and I want to meet him."

There seemed to be excitement on the other side, and there was no sound for a long time. After the thick panting, an old voice tremblingly responded.

"Sorry, young master, I'm going to pick you up right now."

Sherlock hung up the phone, hesitating to meet his father in this world for the first time, probably still in the hospital, whether he should bring some gifts there.

But after thinking about the rigid relationship between the original owner and his father, he dismissed this idea.

Going there empty-handed is in line with the character of the original owner.

He didn't make him wait long, and soon there was a luxury car parked under his small building.

The old man Sherlock had seen a year ago got out of the car, and just about to ring the doorbell, Sherlock walked out of the house by himself.

"Master."

Sherlock nodded slightly.

The old man immediately stepped aside, stood aside, opened the car door respectfully, waited for Sherlock to get in, then closed the car door, got into the co-driver, and headed to the hospital in London.

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