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

Chapter 399 The Old Tsundere Monster (Two in One 4K)

Draco had really only come to him for advice on Defense Against the Dark Arts.

Even Harry and the others could see that such a move was wrong, let alone Sherlock.

As Harry and Ron said, with the current situation, the teacher-student relationship between Draco and Sherlock, although not as bad as Snape and them, is almost the same.

But the difference is that Snape took the initiative to make things difficult for Harry and the others, while Draco's own problem was on Sherlock's side.

Now he made a special trip to ask Sherlock what he didn't understand in class, it was actually as rare as Snape taking the initiative to care about how Harry's homework was done and asking if he needed his help.

But Sherlock did not make things difficult for him, but patiently explained for Draco until all his doubts were resolved.

Draco was a little nervous and anxious at the beginning, but after realizing that Sherlock didn't seem to be trying to make fun of him or make things difficult for him, he focused on the subject.

Regardless of character and tutoring, in terms of magic learning, Draco's level is actually better than Harry and Ron, and it is only slightly worse than Hermione.

Part of this is naturally due to the magical education that the Malfoy family gave him since he was a child, and part of it is that Draco himself has never relaxed.

At Hogwarts, he had been provoking Harry, mocking Ron, and insulting Hermione, but he never relaxed in his studies.

It wasn't until near noon that Sherlock explained all the questions to him.

"If there is anything you don't understand in the future, you can come to me at any time."

When he said this, Sherlock's words suddenly stopped, and he stared into Draco's eyes, which made Draco, who was already a little guilty, subconsciously avoid his gaze.

"However, Malfoy, or if you don't mind, I can call you Draco directly. I can do my duty as a teacher to teach you, so are you willing to also take on the responsibility of a student and help you at some point?" Am I a little busy?"

Draco averted his eyes.

"What, what's the matter?"

Sherlock had already retracted his gaze at this time, and he said while sorting out the materials on the desk.

"Don't worry, I'm not trying to embarrass you. It's really just a little favor, but it's not now. If you don't want to, I won't force it."

Draco eventually left Sherlock's office.

For this student's sudden sex change, Sherlock only thought for a moment, then shook his head and walked out of his office.

This year's Christmas is very lively.

Before the dinner began, more than half of the students were seated on the long tables of the four colleges in the auditorium. Only the long table of Slytherin seemed a little empty, with a few students sitting on it.

The teacher's seats on the high platform were full as in previous years. Few of the professors at Hogwarts had families and careers, and almost all of them, male or female, were bachelors, so they spent Christmas at school every year.

Christmas dinner doesn't have as many rules as the opening dinner, the ghosts have just finished their Christmas extravaganza, the students are rowdy, and there is laughter everywhere.

As the headmaster, Dumbledore's greatest advantage is that he never had so much talk in such a happy festival. He smiled and told everyone a few funny jokes before announcing the start of the banquet.

A much richer meal than any usual banquet appeared on each long table, and the already hungry students raised their knives and forks and began to fill their stomachs that had become empty after a day of playing.

Harry was very satisfied with the roasted elbow that appeared in front of him. While he was cutting the crisp skin of the elbow, he happily chatted with Ron and Hermione about the Quidditch team training arrangements for the next semester after Christmas.

However, when he glanced over the long Hufflepuff table inadvertently and saw the intimate figures of Cedric and Cho Chang, he couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.

He didn't show this loss. After all, Harry is not such a sentimental person. Although Qiu Zhang was his first crush, but this kind of feeling that he didn't even start with, after knowing that it was impossible, he Also let go of a lot.

Even Ron, who was closest to him, didn't notice any problems, and only Hermione, who was delicate, noticed some.

This is enough to show how well Harry usually hides.

Harry was frustrated in love, and on the professor's seat on the high platform, Sherlock was helping Silk cut up the steak.

"The frying is a bit old, and the sauce is a bit too salty. Of course, it tastes okay, but it's far worse than what you make."

Sherlock put the steak cut into small pieces on Silk's plate, and Silk looked at him quietly with blinking eyes.

"I'll go to the kitchen to cook for you tomorrow?"

"How can I let you cook alone? I'm fine during the holidays. Let's go with you and help you out."

"No, you have already worked hard in class."

"What's so hard about it? Besides, don't you also have to teach students? It doesn't make sense that you must take care of me, although you are indeed one year older than me."

"Then let's go to the kitchen together tomorrow." Silke's mouth was raised, she smiled happily, her eyebrows and eyes seemed to be smiling.

Sherlock smiled happily too.

He's been active since that night at Eddie's grave, thinking it through, and for no reason it's been Silke's emotional pay until now, and he's just waiting to reap the rewards.

They were all happy, but Snape, sitting next to Sherlock, was not at all happy.

"cough cough"

He coughed twice, attracting Sherlock's attention, and then stared at him with contemptuous and unkind eyes.

"If you catch a cold, stay away from me, and don't cough at me here."

Seeing Sherlock's attitude that a dead pig is not afraid of boiling water, Snape's face darkened even more.

But he couldn't say anything to the two who were exuding the sour smell of love, and he himself was not a good thing.

"Draco saw you today?"

Snape went straight to business in a low voice.

Hearing this, Sherlock narrowed his eyes and forked himself a grilled sausage.

"He came to me in the morning to ask some questions about Defense Against the Dark Arts."

"No matter how stupid you are, you should be able to see something is wrong, right?"

"Just tell me what you know, what's going on with Voldemort?"

Snape took a deep breath, lowered his voice, and spoke in a voice that only the two of them could hear.

"At the beginning of the day, he specifically left Lucius alone for a conversation. I don't know the content, but not long after that conversation, Draco's mother Narcissa found me, and she asked me to take care of her more at school. son."

"She didn't tell you specifically what to take care of?"

Snape seemed to think that Sherlock's question was superfluous, he said a little irritably.

"Of course she didn't tell me this. I don't think she actually knew. She just felt something from Lucius, so she came to me as a precaution."

Sherlock was silent for a few seconds, he slowly cut the sausage on the plate into pieces, and then continued to ask.

"What do you think of Draco?"

Snape was a little surprised by Sherlock's question, he frowned and asked back.

"What do you want to do?"

"I don't want to do anything, I just want to get an evaluation of this student from you. After all, you have been his dean for four years and you have taken good care of him, so what do you think of him?"

Snape gently put down the knife and fork in his hand, he knew that Sherlock would definitely not ask such a worthless question.

Snape never lost his way when it came to business.

"He is very bad." Regarding the students who usually take care of him, he commented mercilessly, "His badness has been inherited from his father. People who are taller see him, and he speaks viciously and behaves rudely to those he looks down on."

"However, his badness is actually only superficial."

Sherlock looked sideways at Snape.

"How to say?"

"No matter how bad the Malfoy family is, what they value most is their family." Snape said indifferently, "According to what Dumbledore said, no matter how bad the family is, no matter how bad they are, they won't be so bad." .”

"Lucius, I don't comment, but Draco is indeed like this. He is actually a child who has not been taught well. He was instilled by his parents to think he should be superior to others since he was a child, so he behaved like this outside. I listen Said that when he and Potter first met, they wanted to make friends with Harry, but he also insulted Weasley at the same time, and finally let Potter choose Weasley instead of him. I felt slighted, and it was only then that I became hostile to Potter."

"In Slytherin, he has two followers, Goyle and Crabbe. There is nothing to say about these two students, but although Draco usually treats them as his younger brothers, he actually attaches great importance to them. The friendship between the three."

"Friendship?"

"Yes, friendship. Maybe Goyle and Crabbe have their own ideas, and this idea has also been inherited from their parents, and they didn't treat Draco so purely, but Draco didn't regard them only as his subordinates." Or a follower, but a friend."

Saying the word "friend" from Snape's mouth always seemed a bit awkward.

But of course Sherlock's current focus is not on this, he continued to ask.

"In other words, Draco isn't actually bad from the bottom of his heart, but just lacks normal education?"

Snape seemed to have seen Sherlock's thoughts, he asked in a cold voice.

"You want to correct him?"

Sherlock shook his head.

"Correction can't be said, but no matter what kind of tasks he received from Voldemort, as a student in my class, I still don't want to see a child who can still be saved and go astray in the future."

"I don't think you should be so merciful at a time like this." Snape said with half sarcasm and half warning.

Sherlock looked at him seriously.

"Do you think that as a teacher, the teaching of the character of the students is to show kindness?"

Snape snorted and remained silent, but Sherlock didn't stop talking.

"I've actually always felt that there was something wrong with your teaching style, Severus, and there are some things I can say about our relationship. I know that sometimes you behave like that in class so that others can I can see your dislike of Gryffindor and Harry. Of course, maybe you don’t like Gryffindor as a house. But as a teacher, what you usually do is to impart magical knowledge to students Is it that simple?"

Snape's voice was flat.

"if not?"

Sherlock took a deep breath.

"Haven't you ever considered that for a full boarding school like Hogwarts, their moral and ideological education is the most important thing?"

"These are naturally given to them by their parents."

"But as you said, if they are all parents like Draco, what they teach is wrong?" Sherlock stared into Snape's eyes, "We don't talk about others, but you. When you were in school, didn't you think about asking a teacher to help you stop Sirius and James' behavior and correct their ideas?"

Snape was silent, his hands hidden under the long table unconsciously clenched into fists, because the fingers were too hard, the knuckles turned white.

"Rely on the teacher? When will the teacher be able to control them!"

"You see, even if you think so yourself, the students now must have the same thoughts as you did back then. I can't find a teacher when I encounter such a thing, it will make me lose face in front of my classmates, and even if I find a teacher It doesn't solve the final problem."

"I don't know why no professor in Hogwarts has ever mentioned this matter for so many years, or someone has noticed it, but they didn't say it. The school's teaching work for students should be to teach adults more than If you teach people to be talented, if you can't even do it as a human being, then no matter how powerful magic you learn, no matter how talented you are, it will only bring disaster to the wizarding world, just like Voldemort now. Regarding this point, I think you should feel more than I do Go deeper, Severus."

Snape stood up from the long table, looking like he wanted to finish talking with Sherlock and leave the Christmas dinner early.

"I've already reminded you of everything I know. Just pay attention later. As for what I should do, I don't need you to teach me."

After finishing speaking, he quietly left the teacher's long table and walked out of the auditorium.

Looking at the back of him leaving, Sherlock held up the knife and fork helplessly shrugged, and said to himself.

"It's up to you whether you want to listen or not, anyway, you are an old tsundere monster."

(End of this chapter)