I’m Only A Defense Against The Dark Arts Professor

Chapter 115: Happy Birthday Harry

The wand floating in the air seemed to shake twice, but it did not fall and was still suspended in the air.

Sherlock touched his chin, and he could feel that this spell could prevent the previous spell effect, which indicated that the object related to it shook twice. This advanced spell had been significantly improved after his soul was stitched.

With the combination of the spell before and the way, he could control it. It seemed that it was completely feasible for him to create some formation beforehand while he could control the other wands. This combination is enough for Sherlock to deal with many situations.

Sherlock looked at the wand floating in the air with satisfaction. He had already thought of many possibilities for using a spell in this way. In addition to Full Body Bind Curse, Stunning Charm, and Disarming Charm, these three types of spells needed to hit the enemy to have an effect, and he could use a Bombardment Spell for more offensive ones.

Although the spell strength will be reduced, who can stand the indiscriminate bombardment of hundreds of wands?

Just when Sherlock was thinking about how to gain more advantages from this method and create more possibilities, he suddenly had an idea.

If he can cast a Patronus Charm, will it summon multiple Patronus?

After thinking of this, he immediately made an attempt.

He controlled the wands to float and, at the same time, found the joy of successfully using the Patronus Charm. The two wands waved together in mid-air, and Sherlock uttered the spell.

The silver strands appeared in the study room again the next moment. The tips of the wands shone, and two small crows condensed in the silver strands, waving their wings and landing on Sherlock’s shoulders.

Sherlock opened his eyes wide, stretched out his arms, and let the two crows jump on it together. He looked at the Patronus as if it had been split into two. He did not expect to be able to summon it.

According to his previous theory, using Full Control magic to cast spells will weaken the effectiveness of the spell, and the most likely thing that would happen is that the Patronus would not appear. The result was that it was successful, but it became a bit smaller than before.

The Patronus that was fully summoned before was about the size of a regular piece of A4 paper, but the current one has been reduced to the size of a palm. It doesn’t matter if it’s small; the main thing is being able to summon it.

If two wands can successfully cast it, that means ten, twenty, or a hundred is a possibility. It’s perfectly acceptable to shave off the quality to create more quantity.

It was almost evening, and Sherlock ended today’s spell experiment with satisfaction. After having dinner in the kitchen to celebrate today’s result, he today’s activity.

The next day.

Sherlock went out for a morning run and returned. He then commanded his two wands at home, one indoors and one outdoors, tidying up the courtyard and the inside again.

He went for lunch outside at noon, went to a dessert shop to order a cake, and ordered something at a gift shop. After returning home, he made a simple arrangement and made some ribbons and balloons to create a cheerful atmosphere.

Finally, he went to Privet Drive at 3 PM and knocked on Dursley’s door.

Vernon opened the door for him and looked at Harry with a gloomy expression. Apparently, Harry had informed him in advance that he was going to Sherlock’s house for his birthday. After seeing Sherlock outside the door, Vernon didn’t say anything; he just shouted to the upstairs for Harry.

“Get down here, you brat.”

Sherlock frowned when he heard his tone but didn’t say anything. Harry didn’t care about Vernon’s words. He was used to it. Harry ran downstairs excitedly; Sherlock nodded to him, smiled, and congratulated him.

“Happy birthday, Harry.” Harry’s smile froze, and his steps became heavier instead of cheerful.

But soon, he comforted himself in his heart. He had seen before in Paris that Forrest’s jinx was gone, and he had become someone who brought luck.

He said he was a happy birthday; it will definitely be a happy one. The smile on Harry’s face reappeared.

Vernon looked at Harry as he walked out of the door. “Don’t forget what I told you. Come back before midnight. Did you hear me?”

Harry waved his hand, “I will.”

He followed Sherlock out of Privet Drive.

Sherlock asked on the way, “Why did he specifically ask you to stay until midnight?”

“Because Aunt Marge is coming to the house for a week today,” Harry explained.

“Aunt Marge is Uncle Vernon’s sister, and they forced me to call her Aunt. She used to come there before, and she didn’t like seeing me. The last time she came was when I was 10. She brought a dog to her house, and she let the dog chase me up a tree. They watched me struggling while eating dinner, and they didn’t pull the dog away until midnight.” Harry explained.

He’s been used to this kind of life for a long time, and this is nothing compared to other things he had to go through. For example, at Dudley’s fifth birthday party, Aunt Marge uses a cane to prevent four-year-old Harry from surpassing Dudley in a music game by hitting Harry on the calf. She gave Dudley a robot toy at Christmas, while Harry got a box of dog biscuits.

Harry had grown accustomed to this.

“I heard from Aunt Petunia that they thought I wouldn’t be back in a week, so they asked Aunt Marge to come over in advance so that she could mess with me. But they probably wouldn’t know that I would be coming there when Aunt Marge went to bed.”

Sherlock listened quietly without speaking. He grew up in an orphanage in his previous life, but even in an orphanage, he was never treated like this.

“You’re an amazing child, Harry.”

Harry froze for a moment, a little embarrassed to say, “They all say I’m a miracle child or something, but I know that defeating Voldemort is not something that…”

“I’m not talking about that.” Sherlock said to him, cutting him off, “I’m saying that even if you weren’t known for a miracle child, you’re amazing.”

He shrugged, “Of course, if you stopped messing around in school and paid more attention to learning magic, you would be more than amazing.”

“Hermione had said those words to me before.”

“Prove her then. Do you want me to call Ron and Hermione to come over today? I can get them here.”

“I already received their gifts today. Ron and his family went on a trip to Egypt, and Hermione was on vacation in France. It’s a pity I only found out about it today, or we might meet them in France.”

While they were chatting, an owl suddenly flew over from a distance, came to the top of their heads, and dropped a letter. Sherlock’s name was written on the letter.

He picked up the letter with some doubts, opened it, and read it quickly. At the end, his brows furrowed deeply.

“Something went wrong, Harry.”

An unpleasant feeling rose in Harry’s heart, and he thought that the “Happy Birthday” that Sherlock had wished him at the Dursleys just five minutes earlier was the cause.

“What happened, Professor?”

“I’m sorry. I guess I can’t accompany you on your birthday today. A friend of mine has something very important for me to help with.” Sherlock said hesitantly that he didn’t want to break his promise to Harry, but the matter in the letter was not a trivial matter.

Harry was stunned for a while. With a pleading look in his eyes, he asked Sherlock, “Can I stay at your house by myself tonight and come back later?”

Sherlock looked serious, “The current situation is dangerous for you, and I can’t leave you alone.”

Harry looked sad, but he tried his best to appear as if nothing had happened, “Alright then, professor. I’m already grateful that you are willing to celebrate my birthday with me today.”

He didn’t ask Sherlock for anything more, turned around, and walked slowly towards the Dursley’s house.

Sherlock looked at him, walking down the road dejectedly. Sherlock looked at the letter in his hand, tapped his head, hesitated for a while, and shook his head.

“If you’d like to spend your birthday at the Ministry of Magic, I can take you there.”

Harry turned around in surprise, “I don’t mind, Professor! Anywhere as long as it’s not at Aunt Petunia’s!”

Sherlock sighed and warned Harry, “I may not have time to accompany you when you get there. Someone is asking me for my help, and you may only be by yourself for a while.”

Harry said, “It’s okay; I haven’t been to the Ministry of Magic before, so it’ll be a tour for me.”

“Grab my arm, and I’ll Apparate you there.”

Harry grabbed Sherlock’s arm excitedly. The bad omen that Sherlock had said before regarding his birthday was gone, and he shouldn’t suffer any more bad luck today.