Just a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

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When Harry came to the Great Hall and had lunch with Ron and Hermione, the others didn't notice him as if he had lost his soul.

The entire Hogwarts students seemed to have just experienced an explosive event, and they were all discussing something enthusiastically, even Hermione and Ron were no exception.

"How could she have such courage!"

"I heard that girls in France are always so bold."

"I guess there are actually many girls who want to do the same thing as her, but at most they only dare to do it in private."

"You don't have to guess, just from what I know, the Gryffindor girls who invited the professor to the ball are already too many slaps to count."

"Tsk tsk tsk, she was in front of Professor Silk just now!"

"Ah, shouldn't that be more exciting?"

Harry, who was debating whether to tell his friends about his rejection to get their comfort, is now extremely aggrieved.

Ron and Hermione didn't seem to see him coming back, chatting with the surrounding Gryffindor students about things he didn't understand at all.

It wasn't until Harry coughed hard and deliberately that Ron noticed him.

However, even so, he did not realize that Harry was in a wrong mood, but said excitedly.

"It's a shame you didn't come with us just now, Harry! You missed a wonderful scene."

Harry grumbled sullenly.

"What was that scene? Professor Dumbledore suddenly announced that he was going to be Minister of Magic?"

"A warrior of Beauxbatons, Miss Delacour invited Professor Forrest to be her dance partner!"

"I thought it was something, just..." Harry was just halfway through his words, and his whole person came back to his senses, and suddenly he was stunned.

"what!"

Move the time back a little by half an hour.

Sherlock was walking into the auditorium with Shilk with a relaxed face.

"To be honest, I hope Snape can step up his fitness and knock me down with one punch in the future. It's good for his body. Although he can't do the scene where he beat me by hand, he can still make it. He became a little longer."

Shilk twitched the corner of his mouth imperceptibly.

"I hope that when you are beaten in the future, you can try to protect your face as much as possible."

Sherlock was very dissatisfied.

"You're boring like this. I didn't say it. With his physique, even if he practiced for 20 years, I could hit him ten times with one hand!"

"For your own good, just say a few words less."

On their way to class this morning, they happened to bump into Snape who had just returned from exercising outside the castle, which sparked the current topic.

Sherlock felt that he had little to do with the approaching Christmas ball.

This is a grand event for those students who are young and ignorant and who are just beginning to love.

It's just that there are indeed many senior girls who have secretly invited him, wanting to be his dance partner at the dance.

Sherlock naturally couldn't agree.

Teachers and students dancing together at a ball or something, even in a relatively open society like the UK, it seems too contrary to public order and good customs.

What's more, although Sherlock pretends to be a three-year-old, he is actually in his twenties, not a few years older than the girls who invited him.

But Sherlock didn't tell anyone about being invited.

It's partly to protect the self-esteem of those little girls, and partly it's really nothing to brag about.

But Silk can't hide it, she always knows some inexplicable things through some strange means.

They walked to the teacher's long table together, where several professors had already sat down, and Sherlock and Silk had just sat down, and they had not picked up the knife and fork. The girl just walked up to Sherlock in front of everyone's eyes.

"Good afternoon, Sherlock."

Other professors, including Shilk, seem to have not seen Furong who came to say hello, but if someone observes them carefully, they will find that all the professors except Shilk are out of the corner of their eyes. Keep looking over here.

Sherlock never cared much about Furong's name. After all, when they first met, they were not students or teachers.

"Good noon, are you comfortable living at Hogwarts during this time?"

"It's a little cold here, and the air is humid, so I don't like it a little." Furong seemed to never know what politeness was, "but the house-elves in the castle made a good fish soup, which suits my appetite."

"I'll take your word for the elves to take credit for Dumbledore."

Up to now, their conversations are still normal. The professors who have been quietly listening to the gossip for a long time are also eating the food in front of them with a dull look, as if they have missed some sweet fruit.

But Furong's next sentence made the hand holding the fork of several teachers tremble.

"I thought, could I invite you to be my dance partner at the Christmas ball?"

Her invitation was very generous, without the slightest twist like Harry's, or even any shyness.

Not only the professors sitting in the same row as Sherlock, but even the students near the long table on the high platform, many of the students below heard what she said.

"Bang!"

It was the sound of the silver fork falling on the plate, and it was a series of sounds.

Among the people around, only Hilke's face did not change from beginning to end. He was still sitting next to Sherlock, quietly eating the steak on the plate.

Sherlock himself was surprised.

Well, he is a man of beauty and charm, he admits it.

But like Furong, in a large audience, she sent out an invitation directly. There are really few girls who can do it~www.NovelMTL.com~ and she doesn't have a shy expression on her face, she is generous, like she is just asking. He had a somewhat difficult magic question.

And Sherlock's response was also very quick. He didn't hesitate and said politely.

"Sorry Fleur, I have no plans to go to the Christmas ball with the students."

Hearing his words, Professor McGonagall, who was picking up the silver fork on the dinner plate again, had a satisfied smile on his face, while the other professors looked regretful.

The students below had already heard a buzzing sound like the chirping of bees.

After being rejected in public, Furong's face didn't show any embarrassment, she just said it again in an emphatic tone.

"This is Fleur's invitation to Sherlock, and it has nothing to do with the status of students and professors."

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