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

Chapter 17 Entering Hogwarts
Not only Sherlock, Harry and Ron were driving a flying car in the sky, but many other little wizards on the train saw it.

This really set off a huge discussion among the crowd.

But these have nothing to do with Sherlock who is alone in the car.

After making sure that he couldn't recall any more plots, he reopened the suitcase and took out a third-grade Defense Against the Dark Arts textbook, flipping through it and taking notes on it.

His teaching plan has already taken a preliminary shape, although at his level, he must not be able to teach any advanced magic.

But a normal classroom still has to be done.

The sun rising high in the sky gradually slanted westward.

At noon, Sherlock just bought a piece of chocolate from the snack cart to fill his stomach, and then continued to improve his lesson plan.

Night soon filled the entire sky.

At this time, the crew of the train also informed the people in the whole car through the radio that they would arrive at Hogwarts in 10 minutes.

Sherlock stood up from his seat, stretched his waist, put the book and quill back into the suitcase, then took off his daily clothes and changed into wizard robes.

The speed of the train became slower and slower, and finally came to a complete stop.

Standing among a group of young wizards, Sherlock stood out from the crowd and got off the train with the crowd.

In front of the dilapidated small platform, a figure much taller than ordinary people was already standing here waiting.

After seeing the students getting out of the car, he said loudly in that rough voice.

"Freshman! Come to me!"

The freshmen, who were at a loss at first, immediately found their backbone and gathered towards this obvious landmark.

Suddenly, that "landmark" seemed to have made some major discovery, and he walked quickly towards Sherlock's direction.

"Oh! Sherlock! It's really you! I've heard about you coming to Hogwarts to teach, but I didn't expect you to come by train!"

The person responsible for guiding the new students is naturally the key keeper of Hogwarts and Hagrid, who is also the guard of the Forbidden Forest.

He walked up to Sherlock and hugged him very warmly.

It wasn't really a hug, because when he hugged Sherlock, Sherlock's face could only be pressed against his belly.

"Professor McGonagall just gave me the ticket." After breaking away from Hagrid's embrace, Sherlock said lightly.

The relationship between Hagrid and the original owner also seemed to be very familiar, and he was not so surprised now.

After all, this is Hogwarts, where the original owner studied for seven years. He may not have many friends, but he will definitely have one or two acquaintances, and the other professors at Hogwarts will definitely know him.

The freshmen following Hagrid were all looking at Sherlock with curious eyes. They could hear from Hagrid's words that the handsome but indifferent person in front of them was their professor. I just don't know which subject to teach.

"Go to the castle quickly, Dumbledore is waiting for you in the auditorium!"

Hagrid waved goodbye to Sherlock with a smile, and then walked to a path in the nearby woods with the Freshman Gate.

Sherlock followed the old students to the other side, where there was a large group of ugly horses with black fleshy wings pulling carriages.

The second-grade students returned to school for the first time today. In most people's eyes, they didn't seem to see those ugly horses, they could only see carriages.

"Can you see these cart-pulling creatures, Professor Forrest."

It was Hermione who asked Sherlock.

Since Harry and Ron had gone off to fly the flying car, she was now alone.

After passing her question, Sherlock just recalled the name of this magical creature, and also recalled that he had seen the introduction of this creature through a book dedicated to introducing magical animals when he was at home.

Thestral, a magical animal with an unknown meaning, only those who have seen death with their own eyes can see its true face.

Sherlock has never seen any human death scene, no matter in his previous life or through time travel here.

The only past that can be explained is that he himself died once, which is obviously more confronting death than seeing other people die.

Facing Hermione's question, he replied softly.

"Being able to see this creature is not a good thing."

Hermione saw Sherlock's performance in Diagon Alley, and knew that his character was not really as cold as he appeared on the surface, but was actually a very nice person.

"Harry and Ron are too daring!" Hermione couldn't help complaining angrily as they got into a carriage pulled by a Thestral with Sherlock.

"They only know how to be fun and show off, but they don't know how much trouble that flying car will cause Mr. Weasley if others see it!"

Sherlock is quite interested in chatting with this little girl. Compared with Harry and Ron, two troublemakers, Hermione is obviously much more sensible than them and even other people of the same age.

"If they knew that, they wouldn't be called Harry Potter and Ron Weasley."

Thestrals pulled them to the gate of Hogwarts, Sherlock and Hermione got out of the carriage, and the students walked into the school and finally into the castle under the leadership of their prefects.

Sherlock followed behind these students to prevent himself from getting lost in the castle and avoid making a big joke.

When he came to the door of the auditorium, he finally couldn't help feeling nervous.

Walking through this door, he will meet the principal of this magic school, one of the ceilings of combat power in the whole story, and also the most scheming person (subjective impression from the movie commentary).

Whether or not he will reveal his flaws or tell lies depends on whether he can pass his level.

Sherlock breathed a sigh of relief, followed behind the students, and walked into the hall of the auditorium.

There are four long tables in the center of the auditorium, and the young wizards who enter here sit on different long tables according to the positions of their respective colleges.

Thousands of candles floating in the air above the tables illuminate the dining room, and the four tables are set with glittering gold plates and goblets.

There is another long table on the table at the top of the restaurant, which is the teacher's seat.

When Sherlock looked there, all the Hogwarts professors sitting at the long table were also looking at him.

Among them, sitting in the middle is an old man with a large white beard and strangely shaped half-moon glasses.

The amiable old man, who looked like the old man next door, looked into Sherlock's eyes with a smile, and waved to him at the same time.

(End of this chapter)