I’m Only A Defense Against The Dark Arts Professor

Chapter 59: Someone Cursed Him

The event of meeting Harry and Ron did not disturb Sherlock’s mood to go out to relax on this day.

Every year until around Christmas, because the temperature drops really low, the surface of the Black Lake will form a thick layer of ice. From the upper floors of the castle, it will give people the feeling that a mirror has been laid out.

When Sherlock came to the lake, there was a desire to take a walk on it. But there are still a few students around in twos and threes. In order to maintain his character, he can only try his best to restrain this desire.

When he strolled around the lake to the Whomping Willow that was smashed by Harry and Ron when the school started, he heard that there seemed to be a quarrel among the students ahead.

“What are you doing here, Weasley?” A voice can be heard.

It was Draco Malfoy, and he was accompanied by his two sidekicks, Crabbe and Goyle, who would always be on his side. The person he provoked was Percy Weasley.

Percy looked unfazed at Draco’s words, “You need to show respect to your prefect. Your attitude needs some discipline.”

Draco smiled disdainfully, “You are the prefect of Gryffindor. You can’t hold me down with your status.”

His voice was suddenly lowered, “You should know that your father was fined 50 Galleons for your idiot brother. That must be all your family’s wealth, right? Pathetic, what did your mother give for your Christmas present? A cold sandwich? Hah!”

Goyle and Crabbe also laughed. Looking at Percy’s face filled with anger, Draco was much happier now. Since he was punished by Sherlock and cleaned the toilet on the castle’s first floor until January 1st of next year, he didn’t have a good thing.

Even if he went to Snape and begged him to come forward to lift his punishment, Snape said that he deserved it, which worsened Draco’s mood.

A few days ago, because Harry and Ron drove the flying car to Hogwarts, the Ministry of Magic finally punished Mr. Weasley under the motion of Draco’s father. Although they were not satisfied that he would be fired, they fined Mr. Weasley 50 Galleons or almost three months’ worth of salary.

Meeting Percy today was a coincidence; Draco couldn’t help but bring this up and humiliate Percy to vent his anger.

“It’s a pity that the Ministry of Magic didn’t fire your father. Otherwise, your whole family would have to find another job in other places.”

Draco vented all the anger he had been feeling these days into words, “The heir of Slytherin’s view should also change. Not only to clean up those filthy mudbloods at Hogwarts but also to clean up your pure-blooded scum. You and your stupid brother and sister deserve to die.”

Percy’s face was at its limit, and he couldn’t bear such humiliation even with his usual temper. He raised his wand angrily and aimed it at Draco. A red light beam burst out from his wand, swaying and shooting towards Draco at a speed fast enough for the naked eye.

Draco never thought that Percy would attack so suddenly. Looking at the spell flying towards him, a look of horror appeared on his face, and he didn’t have time to dodge it.

But fortunately, Crabbe grabbed him by the shoulder and pulled him to the right, evading Percy’s spell. The Stunning Charm passed Draco’s ear and finally hit a piece of glass on the outer wall of Hogwarts Castle.

“How dare you cast a spell on me!” Draco’s voice sharpened with disbelief.

Everyone knows that Percy Weasley’s character is the most well-behaved among the Weasley brothers and likes to do things by the rules. That’s why Draco dares to provoke him like this.

But he doesn’t know if his words went too far or because Percy was in a bad mood recently. But he violated the school rules and attacked him first.

After reacting, Draco, Goyle, and Crabbe pulled out their wands. Although Percy was three years older than them, many of them weren’t afraid of him when the spell was cast.

Seeing that Percy is about to back off, a voice can be heard from the side, “What are you all trying to do?”

Hearing that familiar voice, Draco and the others suddenly froze when they raised their wands. They looked at Sherlock with a shocked face and complained.

“Professor! That Weasley attacked us first! Can you deduct his points? Also, punish him for cleaning the toilet!”

“Are you telling me to do things?” Sherlock’s voice was cold, like the ice on the Black Lake, as cold as if it could freeze a person to death.

Draco was immediately frightened by his words and dared not speak anymore. Sherlock watched this conflict from beginning to end. He doesn’t show up when Percy casts a spell on Draco as he wants Percy to teach him a lesson.

It’s a pity that the spell didn’t hit, and Sherlock came forward to help Percy at the perfect time. According to the school rules, Percy was the first to shoot. If he punished Draco, Percy would definitely not be able to get away with it.

But Sherlock just said something coldly, “What are you still doing here? Do you want me to deduct points for Gryffindor and Slytherin?”

Draco gave Sherlock a cold look and walked towards the castle with Crabbe and Goyle. Percy also left in the direction of the castle in a depressed mood. When passing by Sherlock, he thanked him in a low voice.

“Thank you, Professor Forrest.”

Sherlock nodded and said nothing.

Looking at the backs of them leaving, he shook his head helplessly. As a closed boarding school, there are many conflicts between Hogwarts students, and there are also signs of violence against students from time to time.

But Sherlock had just arrived at the castle for less than half a year and couldn’t do much. He could only help the oppressed individual at the right time.

He raised his head and narrowed his eyes, looking at the place where Percy’s spell was last hit, which was a window of the castle.

From the location, it seems like it is Dumbledore’s Principal’s Office.

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Putting down the quill in his hand, Dumbledore stretches his body, which had become stiff from sitting for a long time.

He frowned, looked at the desk, and thought about it for a long time, but he didn’t find anything that needed to be done for the day. He took a Bertie Botts multi-flavored candy from the box on the side and put it in his mouth.

“Blegh!” Before he chewed it twice, he spat out candy.

The box of multi-flavored candy he selected seems to be all pepper-flavored and ear-wax-flavored. This has been happening for the 7th time in a row. Dumbledore’s luck began to decline today since he finished opening the Christmas presents in the morning.

First, when he went downstairs, he fell down, and when he returned to the office, he received a lot of letters from the International Confederation of Wizards.

There are many problems for him to deal with this Christmas.

Needless to say, the candy he ate didn’t taste right. Even a real cockroach climbed into the candy box Sherlock gave him, and he almost ate it.

Just when Dumbledore got up from his chair and was about to take a walk into the office, a bright red spell suddenly shattered the glass on his window.

Dumbledore stood in front of the broken window like a statue, and the wind from outside slapped his face as if bad luck was mocking him. He pulled out his wand and carefully examined his body.

Something was wrong, and he thought someone cursed him.