Just a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

Sherlock hurried up to help Dumbledore, who was standing up from the ground.

"What's the matter, professor? Why did you suddenly fall?"

In front of Dumbledore, he naturally would not show indifference, but thoughtful concern.

Dumbledore, who accidentally fell, didn't care that Sherlock saw his embarrassment, and he said with a smile while holding his arm.

"As I get older, my legs and feet are always inconvenient sometimes."

Sherlock looked back at the place where Dumbledore fell just now. It was just an ordinary staircase that could no longer be ordinary.

Although these stairs are alive, and usually likes to play tricks on students, but it is estimated that they are not brave enough to play tricks on the principal.

All high probability, Dumbledore just experienced a mediocre flat fall...

He couldn't help but complain for a while.

Unexpectedly, at such an old age, Principal Deng still has such a cute girl attribute.

Walking to the corridor on the first floor, Dumbledore waved his hand, avoiding Sherlock's support.

"I'm not old enough to keep needing you as a walking stick, Sherlock. I love the Christmas present you gave me, you're the only one who always remembers my fondness for cockroach piles and sends me a box every year. ."

A candy that looks exactly like a cockroach and can move. If the original owner had not seen it with his own eyes, who would have thought that your taste would be so heavy.

Of course, Sherlock only dared to say these words psychologically, but on the surface he still cared.

"Actually, I think Professor, you should also control sweets a little bit. Eating too much of too sweet is bad for your health."

"At my age, there are no other desires."

Dumbledore also winked at Sherlock jokingly, "If you can eat some now, just eat more. Who knows when I won't be able to eat any more?"

"You're joking, Professor." Sherlock said with a serious face, "Your body is healthy enough to live for another hundred years."

Dumbledore laughed.

"You've learned Sherlock worse than before. You never flattered before."

"I don't have a professor now either."

"Change is not a bad thing. I hope that what you just said to me was really just a compliment, not a sincere one."

They chatted and walked into the auditorium. Most of the students who stayed at the school had not come to have breakfast at this time.

Hagrid was carrying a fir tree and was looking for a suitable place in the auditorium to put it down.

Professor Flitwick of the Charms class is directing beside him, and he will add some beautiful decorations to the tree in a while.

Professor McGonagall conjured up various Christmas wreaths of holly and mistletoe on the walls around the auditorium.

Tonight there will be a small but still grand enough Christmas dinner in the castle.

Not only the students who stayed in the castle, but also many professors at Hogwarts did not have their own families. This is their home, and Christmas is naturally spent in the castle every year.

Then there are the ghosts, whose favorite holiday of the year is Halloween, but Christmas is still something to celebrate.

Others were Hogwarts staff who were not professors, such as Hagrid the Forest Keeper, Filch the Castle Keeper, and Lady Pince the Librarian.

Therefore, although the annual Christmas banquet will not be full of people like the school opening banquet, it is still very lively.

The snow had been falling for a week, and after breakfast, most of the students went out to the castle to play in the snow or go ice skating on the frozen Black Lake.

Sherlock laid hands on Flitwick and Professor McGonagall in the auditorium,

Help decorate the auditorium.

"How about adding some stars?"

Professor Flitwick touched his chin with one hand and waved his wand at the Christmas tree, and many bright silver stars appeared on the tree.

Sherlock looked at it carefully for a moment, then shook his head.

"It's still suitable for golden stars."

With a wave of his wand, he changed the star that Professor Flitwick had created to shimmering gold.

"Aha! That's nice, we could add some other embellishments to it."

Flitwick waved his wand at the tree again, and the whole tree began to emit light particles.

The decoration and arrangement of the auditorium was not difficult, and it only took less than one morning to complete most of them.

With free time, Sherlock didn't intend to be busy with work and magic on this rare day of relaxation.

He walked out of the castle, ready to take a walk along the Black Lake to relax.

Harry and Ron had just returned from the Quidditch pitch, and of course they wouldn't have any Quidditch training on Christmas Day.

It's just that there was enough snow there, and many students were playing with the snow. Both Harry and Ron were blushing, apparently just returning from a snowball fight.

"I'm sure they must have secretly used magic to cheat, and the snowball has been staring at my forehead as if it has grown eyes and flew over."

"Don't talk about them, we also cheated secretly, I can see you hid the big dung bomb Fred gave you in the snowball you smashed against the Slytherin people."

While chatting, they walked towards the castle, and happened to meet Sherlock who had just come out of the castle.

Sherlock and their eyes met each other, and the two of them immediately avoided their eyes like a mouse seeing a cat.

But already met, obviously can not just leave.

So Harry and Ron could only greet Sherlock awkwardly.

"Good morning, Professor Forrest."

They dared not say Merry Christmas to Sherlock, and if he returned, it would be the end of Christmas for both of them.

Sherlock raised his eyebrows slightly as he looked at the strange performance of the two troublemakers today.

"What did you do wrong again?"

Harry scratched his hair.

"No, Professor, it's Christmas, what can we do wrong."

"Yeah, we've always been honest."

Of course, Sherlock wouldn't believe their nonsense. Apart from George and Fred, in the entire Hogwarts, only the two of them would cause trouble the most.

But today is Christmas after all, and Sherlock didn't want to spoil their holiday mood at this time, so he said lightly.

"Just be honest, go and play, I wish you all this Christmas..."

Before he could finish speaking, Harry and Ron's expressions changed dramatically, and they hurriedly interrupted.

"My stomach hurts Professor, I have to go back to the castle first!"

"I'll go with Harry and help him get some medicine!"

The two ran back to the castle as if they were running away, leaving only Sherlock, who was puzzled, and didn't understand what the hell they were doing.