Just a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

Since there is a potion that can make people lucky in the magic world, the curse that makes people suffer from bad luck naturally also exists.

Dumbledore didn't think about the curse at all at first.

Because ordinary people have never even heard of such a black curse.

Even if someone knew, they wanted to cast a spell on him without knowing it, and if they counted all the wizards backwards from ancient times to the present, they wouldn't be able to pick out a few.

But today's fortune is really too evil, Dumbledore had to conduct a comprehensive inspection of himself.

The results are clear.

There is no curse on him.

This made him fall into deep thought.

So what happened today?

Is it really just pure, his luck is too bad?

The issues involved in this aspect are too metaphysical. Even if Dumbledore is the greatest white wizard of the twentieth century, and his knowledge of magic is at its peak, it is not something he can easily understand.

Just like not everyone has the gift of prophecy, and most people are unable to clear the illusory fog and see the road to the future.

Dumbledore didn't go into the things he didn't understand.

Anyway, judging from the situation in front of him, today's bad luck is not strong enough to put his life in danger.

At most, it makes his Christmas a little bit unhappy.

However, with Dumbledore's mentality, let go a little, this little problem won't affect his mood today at all.

Thinking about it from another angle, it's interesting to experience a time full of bad luck and to battle wits with it, isn't it?

Dumbledore, who was relieved, waved his wand, repaired the broken glass, and sat back on the chair with a relaxed expression.

"Daris, can you help me go to the auditorium? I want to know how the layout is over there."

In the row of portraits of former principals on the wall, an elderly witch with benevolent eyes opened her sleepy eyes.

"I'll go right now, but you should also pay attention to Albus, and eat less of the cockroach pile. As I said earlier, you can't tell the difference between a real cockroach and a cockroach-like candy."

After Dalys finished speaking, she disappeared from her own portrait.

Dumbledore nodded slightly, as if to agree with her words, but those old hands still reached into the candy box of the cockroach pile and took out one.

"I don't think you're a real cockroach, are you?"

His fingers exerted a little force, not the golden-yellow honey bursting pulp was squeezed out, but a hard texture, and the six legs of the cockroach struggled more violently.

"Snapped!"

Dumbledore threw it on the ground in distress and stomped it to death, muttering.

"It's bad......"

On the wall where the portraits of the previous principals were hung, there was a slight chuckle.

......

As night fell, the snow-covered Hogwarts Castle lit up with dim lights.

In the decorated Christmas hall, all the teachers and students who stayed in the school gathered here.

There are not many students staying in the school, so the banquet was not divided into four schools, with students from each school occupying a long table.

Instead, both the professors and the students sat together at the same long table, waiting for the start of the dinner.

Before the meal, the ghosts of Hogwarts formed an orchestra and sang a Merry Christmas song on the high platform.

The ghost Peeves, who is more naughty than any student, was also arrested tonight.

Under the command of the Slytherin ghost Barrow, a group of ghosts hung it right above the stage and fitted it with a red nose and elk antlers.

It's considered waste to be used as the mascot of the ghost band.

Instead, a small banquet with a small number of people can give people a warm feeling. As the headmaster, Dumbledore did not have so many long speeches before the banquet started.

After the simple and sincere wishes, they began to enjoy the Christmas dinner tonight.

Sherlock sat opposite Harry and Ron.

He could feel that when he sat down in this position, Harry's expressions froze visibly.

Afterwards, they seemed to want to leave and find a new seat to sit down, but they felt that it was rude, so they could only sit in the same position with their whole bodies tense, trying not to let their eyes meet Sherlock's.

Sherlock looked at them strangely.

He remembered that he obviously never punished these two troublemakers?

Why is it that every time they see themselves, it's like a mouse seeing a cat, and they can't wait to find a mouse hole to crawl into.

After the dinner started, Sherlock took a piece of Christmas pudding and ate it slowly while staring at Harry and Ron.

Harry and the others were so terrified by his gaze that they even stretched out their forks to fork a sausage on their plates.

The more they didn't want to talk to themselves, the more Sherlock wanted to start the conversation.

"Why are you two staying at school this Christmas holiday? Where's Granger?"

Harry and Ron's eating motions froze suddenly.

Hearing Sherlock's words, they all had a word in their hearts.

You have to ask yourself this!

Of course, they thought so in their hearts, but they still sneered and said.

"Hermione had something to do at home, so she went back."

"She also really wanted to stay, but she really couldn't."

Sherlock didn't hear anything unusual from their words. He didn't remember in the original book whether Hermione came home this Christmas. He thought that the original plot was like this.

He then chatted with Ron about why none of their brothers went home for Christmas.

He also told Harry that the place where he lives now~www.NovelMTL.com~ is not very far from his aunt's house. If he has time during the summer vacation, he can come to his house to help him with his homework.

Harry nodded and said, "Thank you very much, Professor Forrest."

He actually thought in his heart that he would rather eat chaff at Aunt Petunia's house than go to Sherlock's to be "blessed".

When Ron was chatting with Sherlock, his whole body was tense, and he had been coveting the cake in the middle of the table for a long time.

Halfway through the banquet, he finally found a time for Sherlock to chat with Harry. He leaned out and wanted to cut a piece of cake and distribute it to his plate.

However, the cake was a little too far from his position, and Ron's action of cutting the cake was a little laborious.

At this moment, Sherlock asked casually.

"How was your Christmas holiday?"

Ron's body trembled in fright, and as soon as his hand moved hard, the cake that he had cut out suddenly flew out!

The cake formed a perfect parabola on the long table, and finally fell on Dumbledore who was chatting with Professor McGonagall!

The scene suddenly quieted down.

Everyone silently looked at Dumbledore with a piece of cream cake on his head.

Ron had a sad face, as if he was about to cry.

However, Dumbledore took the cake from the top of his head with a smile and put it directly into his mouth.

"It tastes very good, Weasley. Thank you for your gift. I suggest you try it too."

Everyone at the long table burst into laughter, and the atmosphere became active again.

Only Professor McGonagall, who was sitting beside Dumbledore, noticed his embarrassed expression of spitting out his hair in the back.