Just a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

It was past nine o'clock when Sherlock and Filch walked past the entrance to the Gryffindor lounge together.

Filch looked at the pocket watch in his hand, and then raised a paraffin lamp, illuminating the castle corridor that had begun to dim.

"No, they must be planning other tricks this year!"

After staying near the Gryffindor lounge for a long time, Filch couldn't catch the person he wanted, so he could not help but murmured something.

It can be seen that in the confrontation between the Weasley twins, he was often at a disadvantage and was always led by the nose.

"Well, Professor Forrest, since we haven't caught the people we want to catch here, we'll go to the Slytherin lounge to take a look, and those students are not very honest. "

He muttered in his mouth, walking ahead with the paraffin lamp to show Sherlock the way.

Just as Filch walked to the corner of the corridor and stairs, a strange voice suddenly sounded.

The sound was very strange, as if someone had triggered some pre-set device, the sound was small and slight, but Sherlock was immediately alert.

He subconsciously took a few steps back.

Filch wasn't so lucky.

The preset magic was triggered, and five small **** suddenly rolled out from somewhere on the walls on both sides of the corridor!

They rolled on the ground at an extremely fast speed, circling around Filch, shrinking and shrinking, as if they were deliberately teasing him!

The moment the ball appeared in Filch's eyes, his expression instantly turned terrified. At this time, he could already predict his own fate.

"Do not!"

With a shrill call, the five **** finally gathered around Filch and exploded!

"Bang!"

The sound of the five small **** exploding was not loud, and the area affected was very small, but an unbearable stench instantly filled the entire corridor!

A burst of yellow-brown smoke with strong visual impact completely enveloped Filch!

Sherlock, who had already taken a few steps back, now covered his nose with his cuff, frowned and couldn't help but took a few steps back.

"Are you okay? Filch"

Filch didn't respond to him, but the hysterical scolding had revealed that he didn't seem to be in a good state at all.

"Damn! Damn! Damn! Those two bastards! I have to catch them! I'm going to whip them! Punish them with handcuffs for a year! Get them fired!"

The stench, like smoke from a cesspool, gradually dispersed, and Filch's miserable appearance was revealed.

His body was covered with feces and yellow dirt, his expression was furious, and he seemed a little helpless, standing in the middle of the corridor with two hands full of sticky objects.

Such a nauseating stench makes it hard not to wonder what that yellow sticky object is.

Filch seemed to be about to explode with anger, but his rich experience in dealing with this kind of thing left him with some sanity.

"Professor Forrest, tonight's patrol is expected to end here. I have to go back and clean up these things on me."

After he finished speaking, without waiting for Sherlock to answer, he fled from here carrying the paraffin lamp in a hurry.

Sherlock was very helpless watching his disappearing back.

Well, he underestimated the strength of the twins before.

Filch is no longer at a disadvantage, but is bullied.

Of course, the plan to let the castle keeper familiarize him with Hogwarts today was in vain.

Until now, he only knew where Gryffindor's lounge was, and he still didn't know anything about the rest of the castle.

Sherlock paced in front of the Gryffindor lounge, waiting for the stench in the corridor to dissipate almost before passing, while hesitating whether to take him for a walk around the castle by himself, or at least get acquainted with it. structure.

But he was worried about meeting Professor McGonagall or Dumbledore on the way. He couldn't explain why he didn't sleep in the middle of the night and wandered around the castle.

And just when Sherlock was struggling with a headache, the entrance to the Gryffindor lounge suddenly opened silently, and a small chatter came from inside.

"He must have left, so many big dung bombs exploded together, at least let him soak in the pool for a night."

"I guessed he was here to watch over us tonight, did he really think we were going to deal with him like last year? It's ridiculous, Weasley never treats the same people with the same pranks!"

"Okay, that's enough here. We should turn on the Marauder's map. The people in the lounge can't see us anymore."

George and Fred cautiously climbed out from the entrance. Sherlock was standing silently under the candlestick on the same side of the entrance. They didn't notice him.

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

George drew his wand. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com chanted the incantation, and tapped the worn and disfigured parchment in his hand.

Suddenly, a strange change appeared on the parchment, but from Sherlock's perspective, he couldn't see the change on the parchment.

"Hoohoo! The King of Night Walkers at Hogwarts is back! We're back in the castle after two months, so where should we go next?"

"I think we should go to the statue of the hunchbacked witch first. There are not enough materials for making big dung bombs. We hid some there last year."

"That's right, in order to deal with Felki tonight, we used up our last inventory, it's time to replenish..."

"Wait Fred!"

George, who was observing the situation on the parchment, suddenly interrupted Fred.

He pointed to a certain place on the parchment with his finger, and said in a trembling voice.

"Look at this."

Fred shifted his gaze to George's finger.

That was the corridor in front of the entrance to the Gryffindor lounge where they were now, and their names were displayed on it.

But beside them, there was a somewhat unfamiliar name close to them, and even some of the letters overlapped.

"Xia, Sherlock Forrest..."

Fred swallowed and read out the name on the Marauder's map. At the same time, he turned his neck mechanically with George and looked towards the direction on the map where Sherlock's name was marked.

In the shadow below the candlestick, Sherlock, who had been silently watching them use the Marauder's map, quietly looked at the eyes of the two unlucky ones, and asked calmly.

"You are looking for me?"

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