Just a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

"Do you remember when last semester just started, we met the witch in black robe who was looking for Professor Forrest in the auditorium? That's her!"

Silk's outfit was very conspicuous in Hogwarts at the beginning. After Harry's reminder, Hermione and Ron only recalled the figure shrouded in black robes.

"That sister's name is Shilk?"

Hermione didn't know what to call her, so she just called her sister like Harry.

"Professor Forrest said it was Vera Silk. She was very beautiful, more beautiful than all the girls at Hogwarts, but she seemed to be blind and blindfolded with a ribbon."

Ron's eyes gleamed with gossip.

"She's Professor Forrest's girlfriend? Haven't heard of any professor at Hogwarts who has a family!"

Harry shook his head, hesitantly.

"The sister said that her relationship with the professor is a friend, but it's not clear if it's not a friend of that kind of relationship."

"Even if that kind of relationship hasn't reached that kind of relationship, they are definitely not ordinary, they all live together."

"We can see if the professor brought her when we go to the Quidditch match tomorrow."

"good idea!"

The three of them chatted about Sherlock's gossip on the sofa, and soon Mrs. Weasley had dinner ready. There were already many people in the Weasley family, and now that there were two more Harry and Hermione, it became even more lively. .

After dinner, they went to bed early, and just after midnight, when it was still dark, Mrs. Weasley shook them awake, ready to head to the Quidditch World Cup venue.

Sherlock didn't need to be in such a hurry.

He slept until noon, and when he woke up, there was a sound of "ping, ping, pong, pong" coming from the kitchen. Sherlock was not surprised by this.

Since the last time Shilk failed to cook, he has been very entangled in this matter, like if he can't cook, he doesn't deserve to sit at the same table with Sherlock to eat.

Walk into the kitchen whenever you get the chance, with a cookbook floating around, figuring out how to cook a creamy soup or not fry the eggs.

But as smart as she is, there are also places where she is not good at.

After entering the kitchen, the keen intuition that was born seemed to disappear. When to put the seasoning, when to turn over, when to use a large fire, and when to use a small fire, I was completely confused.

In the end, Sherlock was needed to help her clean up the mess.

"Why do you have to be obsessed with learning to cook? It's better to leave this kind of thing to me."

Silk leaned against the wall and pursed his lips, watching Sherlock skillfully instructing the kitchen knife to cut the broccoli into small pieces, remembering when he taught himself origami planes at the Leaky Cauldron.

"What time do we leave?" she asked softly.

Sherlock glanced at the clock in the living room and estimated the time.

"Let's go after dinner. We have to set up a tent when we get there, although it won't take long."

"Your student has passed?"

"You mean Harry? They do have to go very early, after all, they have to use the door key. We are camping right next door to the Weasleys' camp, and I can introduce them to you when the time comes. Not an obedient baby, but cute, and Mr. and Mrs. Weasley are nice people."

Now that Shilk chose to take root in England, Sherlock didn't want her to be the same taciturn person as before.

After all, it is necessary to meet more friends, and the character will be cheerful.

They simply settled for lunch and went directly to a desolate swamp using Apparition.

In normal times, there are few people here, even in broad daylight, few people choose to come here for a picnic, but the forest deep in the swamp is very lively at this time.

The guard in front of the entrance is a middle-aged man. There are many wizards walking around. He is obviously a Muggle.

"Good noon, Mr. Roberts." Sherlock stepped forward to greet him.

The Muggle named Roberts glanced at him, his eyes were a little confused, and it took two or three seconds to react after hearing the greeting.

"Oh, yes, good noon, this gentleman, did you book a tent?"

His performance was obviously the aftermath of having been cast a lot of forgetting spells in a short period of time, and Sherlock didn't know if it was the idea of ​​the wise leader of the Ministry of Magic to find a Muggle here to sell tents.

"Sherlock Forrest, I booked two tents for one night."

Roberts stared at Sherlock beside Sherlock for a while. He had never seen such a beautiful girl, much prettier than the stars in the movie, but unfortunately she was blind.

He shook his head, and after regaining his senses, he found Sherlock's name on the pre-order sheet attached to the pole.

"Pay now, Mr. Forrest."

Sherlock looked at the dazed Muggle and took a few pounds from his pocket to give to him.

Just as Roberts was looking for money, an astonishing explosion suddenly sounded behind him.

The huge Irish Quidditch team emblem, a clover pattern suddenly exploded, countless flashes of green light, and sparkling things flew everywhere.

Cheers sounded, and several wizards in green robes ran out of the woods, shouting non-stop.

"Ireland must win!"

Behind them, there was a burst of louder cheers from the fog-covered forest at the same time, mixed with suppressed boos.

Roberts was visibly frightened when he saw those magical creatures with green wings that looked like sequins from a distance, but were actually magic fairies up close, trembling and pale lips.

"Oh my God! I knew it wasn't right! It was so weird! It was so weird..."

Just as he shouted, an Auror suddenly descended from the sky, pointed his wand at Roberts, and said sharply.

"Forget it all!"

The spell hit Roberts with precision, and he stayed where he was, while the five Aurors surrounded the crazy Irish fans, waving their wands and casting a Stunning Charm on them.

Those wizards dressed in green cloaks and green pointed hats, dressed like Peter Pan, fell to the ground one by one, and they kept shouting before they fell to the ground.

"Ireland must win! Victory belongs to England!"

The Aurors swiftly dealt with these fanatical fans, and the leading captain yelled angrily.

"Fine me if I can't be locked up in Azkaban! I'm going to punish them until they go bankrupt! Damn it! It's already busy enough, and these people will make trouble!"

Sherlock and Shilk, who were eating melons on the side, looked at each other and smiled knowingly.

If nothing else, at least it's really lively here.