Just a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

"Fufufu, Professor Forrest..."

This is the second student Sherlock met tonight. He called his surname four words for blessing, but they all had the surname Weasley.

George and Fred are very nervous now.

They don't know why Sherlock, who just joined today, appeared here.

Of course, being here is not the key, the key is that just a minute ago, the two of them used their secret treasure Marauder Map in front of the newly recruited Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

After he reacted, George hurriedly hid the Marauder's Map behind him.

The next second, he and Fred laughed heartily together.

"What a coincidence, Professor Forrest, you are still walking here so late. I didn't expect to meet you as soon as we came out."

"Yes, yes, it's already this time, and I can still meet you. It's not too early. You'd better go back to rest early. We're going to sleep too. Staying up late will not grow long."

George and Fred were sloppy, jokingly trying to fool the Marauder map, and at the same time they turned around and walked towards the entrance of the Gryffindor lounge together.

However, their behavior of hiding their ears and stealing the bell certainly won't deceive Sherlock.

The moment they turned around, Sherlock grabbed the back collars of the two of them.

Fred's body froze instantly.

They swallowed their saliva and looked at each other quietly. They could see from each other's eyes that they couldn't escape so easily tonight.

"Uh... Do you have anything else to do? Professor Forrest, we have to go back to sleep. Mom said going to bed late is not good for your health."

George also wanted to do the last stubborn resistance.

However, Sherlock had already stretched out his hand in front of him and said lightly.

"Bring something here."

Knowing that they really couldn't escape, George and Fred both wept and grimaced, and took out the hidden Marauder's map.

They didn't dare to play tricks in front of Sherlock.

During the summer vacation at home, Mrs. Weasley told them countless times how powerful their Professor Forrest was when he was a student.

After graduating, I worked as an Auror for more than a year. Later, I felt that Aurors were too boring, so I voluntarily resigned from the Ministry of Magic and devoted myself to studying magic at home.

Then, after less than two years of research, he has already written two books on defense spells that are respected by many spell masters.

If nothing else, just in his early twenties, he can be a professor of the main course in a thousand-year-old school like Hogwarts, which is not something ordinary people can do.

So, they dared to bully Filch because they had been against each other for three years, and they had already guessed that Filch was a squib.

But Sherlock is definitely not so easy to bully... At least it seems that way.

Sherlock took the parchment from the twins. The magic on it was still going on at this time. He could see the magic of the parchment at a glance.

This is a magical map of all the locations and structures of Hogwarts.

Not only the castle, but all the buildings and land on the Hogwarts campus can be represented on this map.

The most incredible thing is that the map can also show the real-time location of everyone in the school.

For example, Sherlock can now see on the map, Dumbledore is walking back and forth in his office, Filch is still running towards his residence, and Professor Flitwick is teaching the common room and astronomy class. Professor Sinista chats.

With this map, you can know the whole of Hogwarts like the back of your hand, which is exactly what Sherlock needs most at this time!

So, he looked up from the Marauder's map and stared at the twins with those very pressing eyes.

"Okay, let's discuss how to resolve the matter tonight for the two Mr. Weasleys."

George and Fred looked pleasing to the eye.

They knew very well that although Sherlock was talking about discussing it, the two of them had no room to pay back.

"You set up a trap in advance, made Filch the keeper of the castle, and then took the opportunity to run out of the lounge during the curfew time for a night tour, holding a Hogwarts that looked like a contraband. Maps, any of these three things are serious violations of school rules."

Hearing him say this, George and the others already thought in despair that Sherlock was going to hand them over to Professor McGonagall unselfishly. Sherlock's words suddenly changed.

"But you also know that I have a good relationship with your parents. If you let them know that their son has done this kind of thing in school, they will probably be mad enough, so I can consider making an excuse for you."

Immediately, expressions of surprise appeared on the faces of George and Fred.

"I don't have to tell the school about your violation of the school rules tonight, and I don't even have to confiscate your map. But in order to let you know the lesson, I will keep this map for a few days. By Christmas, if I feel You did well in the first half of the semester, so I'll give it back to you."

As soon as they heard that they could get it back, George and the others immediately made an oath and made a promise.

"We promise to be an obedient Professor Forrest in the next few months!"

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George and Fred didn't dare to ask for too much. Sherlock's promise to return the map to them was a pleasant surprise.

Besides, they only promise to be honest and obedient for the next few months, and it will be another matter when they get the Marauder's Map back.

So the two asked cautiously.

"Can we go back to sleep now? Professor."

Sherlock handed the Marauder's Map to them.

"Cancel the magic on this map."

Fred took the map honestly, raised his wand in front of Sherlock, pointed at the Marauder's map and said a spell.

"The prank is over!"

The next moment his wand touched the map, all the lines on the parchment contracted in the middle, finally converging into a single ink dot that disappeared completely on the paper, and the Marauder's map became an ordinary parchment.

The opening and closing spells were all written down by Sherlock. He took the map back from Fred's hands, and then nodded to indicate that they could go back to sleep.

At this time, the twins turned around and said the code to the portrait of the fat lady at the entrance of the Gryffindor lounge, ending the night tour that was forced to end before it even started.

Sherlock was the only one left in the silent castle corridor.

He looked at the unremarkable parchment in his hand, and lightly tapped it with his wand.

"I solemnly swear that I will not do good deeds!"

Then countless ink-colored lines emerged from the parchment, stretching around like a snake, and finally formed the entire real-time map of Hogwarts.

Looking at the unexpected harvest tonight, the corner of Sherlock's mouth slightly raised a wonderful arc.

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