NOVEL NEXT Chapter 12 Lesson
The wizard was over six feet tall and extremely slender. A pair of gray eyes are set on an angular diamond face. His slender aquiline nose makes his appearance look particularly alert, and his square and protruding jaw reveals that he is a very perseverant person.
He was wearing a decent hunting suit, a tall felt hat on his head, and a civilization stick under his arm without a wand.
"Hello," he looked at the little wizards who were gradually gathering in front of the portrait of "The Blind Pig Tavern" with a smile, and then said in a gentle and magnetic voice: "My name is Sherlock Holmes. Some of you already know me. It doesn’t matter if you don’t, Dr. Watson should have introduced me before, and I am the main teacher of your [Grammar and Writing] course.”
Including Bourne, all the little wizards present saw this "paper man" teacher, and their eyes widened because of the novelty.
"Well done! In the first surprise test of on-the-spot reaction, every little wizard here was very witty, and everyone got an O—that's what I said, and it can't be changed even if Merlin comes."
The voice in the portrait sounded particularly excited.
"Mr. Slughorn showed enough determination and bravery; Miss Abbott sacrificed herself for others and showed weakness to the enemy by crying, which made the enemy lower their vigilance; Mr. Malfoy is indeed a scholar and knows the goblin race very well. His nature attracted more than 90% of that guy's attention with just one sentence, disrupting his subsequent evil plan..."
Although most of the little wizards had some psychological shadow over the magical portrait in front of them because of the threats they received, after hearing Sherlock's praise, they quickly forgot all about their unpleasantness.
Of course, while Sherlock was speaking, Dr. Watson also helped: a house elf followed the ghost doctor and walked into the hall with a lot of parchment rolls stamped with grades.
These rolls of paper will be sent to the nearest owl post office immediately, and then delivered to the homes of each little wizard one by one by the owl.
What is language arts? What is crisis public relations? What does everyone feel happy about?
This is!
At this moment, if he didn't want to maintain his personality, Sherlock would have wanted to put his hands on his hips and look arrogant for a while.
When he saw the little wizards cheering, Sherlock even raised his eyebrows. He really wanted to ask at this moment -
Watson, what do you think?
However, he suddenly felt someone touching his belly. When he looked down, he saw a little boy poking himself with his fingertips, and this boy was none other than Bourne.
"Well, dear Mr. Slughorn," said Sherlock, "what can I do for you?"
Bourne nodded and said, "Yes, Teacher Sherlock. That goblin Narlak hasn't finished speaking just now."
The helpless NPC had already sat back at the wine table and poured himself a glass of fire whiskey, but he just couldn't drink it.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I almost forgot." Sherlock, who noticed this situation, apologized, waved his wand, and unlocked the goblin's mouth.
Although it was only in the portrait, the look in Narlak's eyes as he looked at him...the look in his eyes that wanted to knife someone could not be hidden.
But Sherlock doesn't care much.
Ahem... He coughed twice, and then touched his neck with the wand in his hand.
"The sound is loud!"
As this spell was recited, Sherlock's voice in the portrait was suddenly amplified, suppressing the chirping chatter of the little wizards.
"Classmates!" Sherlock said: "Although the evil plan of the goblin Narlak failed, do you want to hear his original plan? If you want to hear it, quickly find a seat and sit down. I will do it soon. Let’s start the lecture.”
At the same time, some small benches and cushions also appeared in front of the portrait in the "Blind Pig Tavern", and each little wizard could choose a seat according to his or her own preferences.
Bourne also found a seat and sat down. Draco and his two friends sat next to him very "just".
"Classmates, have you ever heard of the Statute of Secrecy?" Before telling the story, Sherlock Holmes asked a question.
"That was a special decree issued by wizards to protect the weak Muggles. It was signed and came into effect in 1689." Draco Malfoy was the first to answer without raising his hand.
Another young wizard, Blaise Zabini, let out a soft chuckle. Undoubtedly, this laughter attracted glares from Draco, Goyle and Crabbe. Since time immemorial, the Malfoys have disliked anyone who contradicts them.
"That's just an excuse. In fact, it was because the Muggles launched a witch-hunting movement at that time. In order to protect themselves, the wizards united to abide by the "Secrecy Act" and actively faded out of the sight of the Muggles."
Blaise Zabini has high cheekbones, dark skin, and narrow, slightly slanted brown eyes. When he speaks, he likes to deny others first and then express his own opinions. This makes him appear very self-centered and arrogant.
With the tit-for-tat confrontation between the two people, the conversation among the other young wizards seemed to have been stirred up, and they began to share their knowledge of the "Law of Secrecy" one by one.
"After the seventeenth century, with the great geographical discoveries of Muggles, magical animals and magical plants were increasingly exposed to Muggles, which aroused the vigilance of many wizards. Because they are all precious resources in the wizarding world , in order to hide them, we wizards formulated the "Secret Law"."
This is the speech of a young wizard named "Scamander". He is related to Newt Scamander, the author of Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them. Because he was educated at home, his answer was based on "protecting magical animals and magical plants".
"Is it possible that because of the war that broke out between Britain and France that lasted for hundreds of years, wizards, in order not to be involved in it and suffer harm to their interests, formulated the "Secrecy Act" to cut off contact with Muggles?"
The little wizard who gave this answer was a little girl. She is the niece of the current Minister of Magic, Millicent Barnold, so her answers are somewhat lofty, and she even cited the "Hundred Years' War" between England and France, a point of knowledge that many adult wizards today are not familiar with.
It's like putting together a puzzle, and every little wizard's speech is like adding a piece to the puzzle.
Bourne listened with great interest.
Although he had read Harry Potter movies and novels in his previous life, his understanding of the wizarding world was still quite limited. At the very least, in those movies and novels, it has never been shown that these little pure-blood wizards have such insight.
He couldn't help but sigh in his heart: "No wonder I remember reading it somewhere. Even though some pure-blood families discriminate against Muggles, pure-blood little wizards who take "Muggle Studies" at Hogwarts are not only better than those from mixed-race and Muggle families. There are more young wizards born, and their results are even better.
This is almost the same mold as the Muggles' education model for the next generation. Children from the elite class are forced to receive more stressful elite education from an early age, while only children from the middle and lower classes enjoy the so-called happy childhood. "
Of course, the emotion only lasted for a moment. He was now more concerned about the teacher Sherlock's next plan.
He had roughly guessed that Narlak in the portrait of "The Blind Pig Tavern" was an NPC-like character, and his appearance was probably to guide the little wizards to perform some tasks.
However, because he failed to control some small habits he had developed over the years, and continued to use "Astartes-style" negotiation skills to have a friendly conversation with the NPC, Narlak's character collapsed into a mess. Therefore, Sherlock had to come to the rescue temporarily.
"[Grammar and Writing Class] is like a tactical action code; questions about the Statute of Secrecy are like tracer bullets being launched to attract fire; in the end, Teacher Sherlock will have a clue... Well, this is very similar It’s a typical gang-hopping war.”
After understanding this, Bourne was no longer sleepy. He was vaguely looking forward to what was going to happen next. After all, what Astartes could resist the temptation of a clean gang-hopping fight?
Sherlock, GKD! Bourne thought to himself. He even wanted to stretch out his arms and wave the flag loudly.