Just a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

This old witch named Mrs. Matthew is a witch who doesn't seem to be very accessible.

She has the long hooked nose that is characteristic of most witches in Western animation, her face is wrinkled and age spots, and her hair is grayish white.

While greeting Bloom, her eyes were actually on Sherlock the whole time.

Bloom seemed to get along pretty well with his mentor, and he didn't show too much restraint in his speech and behavior.

"Teacher, you know that things in the time hall are really busy. Besides, didn't I take time out to see you today?"

"Hmph, came to see me specifically, and brought someone I don't know?"

Hearing that their topic had already talked about himself, Sherlock was no longer silent and introduced himself.

"Good morning, Mrs. Matthew, I'm Sherlock Forrest, Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts."

Looking at Sherlock, there was no special expression on Mrs. Matthew's face.

"Oh, Mr. Forrest, although I'm an old woman who doesn't understand the world, of course I've heard of your name recently, so what's the matter with you coming to an old woman like me?"

The rocking chair under her swayed gently, but she held the hot tea in her hand, and said polite words, but in fact she didn't want Sherlock and Bloom to sit down at all, with the slightest intention of entertaining guests.

Bloom's face was a little embarrassed. He knew that his teacher was usually eccentric, but he was not completely impolite.

Just when he wanted to make a sound to adjust the atmosphere, Sherlock had already spoken before him.

"I want to ask you a question about [Shizuo]."

Bloom is a typical Ravenclaw, that is, a technical nerd, who has been doing research in the Department of Mysteries all the year round, and is not very familiar with the world.

Mrs. Matthew's gesture was actually expressing her dissatisfaction with some aspects of Sherlock.

Although Sherlock could be sure that he saw this old witch for the first time today, and that he had never offended her before, the position Sherlock was in was actually a statement.

Maybe this Mrs. Matthew had a good relationship with Scrimgeour at the Ministry of Magic before, or maybe she had a good personal relationship with a pureblood family who had been arrested for Sherlock, for a number of reasons.

So Sherlock didn't want to make any remedies now, and went straight to the topic, and he probably knew what her attitude was.

Mrs. Matthew's voice was still the same light tone.

"[Shinai]? There are really not many people who are still paying attention to this. What do you want to know?"

"I want to know, if this kind of thing is absorbed by the human body, is it still possible to take it out?"

"Human absorption? Ha."

Mrs. Matthew chuckled, and she put down the teacup in her hand, as if she had discovered something extraordinary.

"This is not a simple question. Anyone who has studied time a little knows that this thing has no shape. Unless special methods are used, normal wizards can't even touch it."

Her words made Sherlock hear other meanings, and his eyes at Mrs. Matthew became a little brighter.

"It's not a simple question, does this mean that you have encountered it?"

Mrs. Matthew took a sip of the teacup she held up again, expressionlessly.

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"You asked me this, is it related to fighting against the mysterious people and the Death Eater forces?"

Sherlock didn't lie, he said calmly.

"It doesn't matter, it's just a personal matter of mine."

"Then please go back." Mrs. Matthew said mercilessly, "If it is related to the fight against the mysterious person, I don't mind letting go of some things and providing you with some help, but since it is your private matter, I don't care. necessary."

Bloom, who was beside him, suddenly became anxious.

"Teacher, you and Mr. Forrest shouldn't have anything to do with each other, right? Why can't you help him?"

Sherlock didn't say anything, and he really wanted to know why.

Mrs Matthew sneered.

"He really has nothing to do with me, but that old Dumbledore has a relationship with me. From a big standpoint, I don't care about some personal grudges in the past, but since it's the personal affairs of Dumbledore's professors, I've helped him except for letting Besides blocking it myself, what else can I do?"

Bloom wanted to say something more, but Mrs. Matthew interrupted him before he could open his mouth.

"I don't think you're busy enough with your work, Mel, help out with everything. I'll write to old Jones when I have time. Has the Department of Mysteries been so slack now?"

Only now did Sherlock know why he had never seen this old witch, but he had been despised since he entered the door.

The reason was actually Dumbledore.

Anyone who reads the news now knows that Sherlock is treated as a successor by Dumbledore, and if the two are good, they should be renamed Sherlock Dumbledore.

If you once had a grudge with Dumbledore, it's normal to hate Ujiu now.

Sherlock gave Mrs Matthew a deep look, and finally thanked him.

"Thank you for your hospitality today, ma'am. Since you don't welcome me, I'll leave first."

For his farewell, Mrs. Matthew didn't show the slightest sign, as if she didn't hear what he said, she was still drinking her tea quietly on the reclining chair.

Bloom also said goodbye to the old witch in a sullen voice, and planned to leave with Sherlock.

When they got to the door, Bloom apologized. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

"I'm sorry, Mr. Forrest. My teacher has a weird personality. I'll try to persuade her later."

Sherlock wasn't too upset, and he comforted Bloom in return.

"It's been a lot of trouble for you today, Mel, it doesn't matter if Mrs. Matthew has a prejudice against me. When I go back and ask Dumbledore about it, there will be a chance to come again in the future."

Just as he said this, before he reached the wooden door of the yard and opened it, someone pushed the door and walked in.

The person who entered the door was a middle-aged wizard. He looked fierce and had a long and narrow scar on his face. He seemed to know that he was not a character to be messed with.

Sherlock frowned the moment he saw him.

He felt that the time for the wizard to enter the door was a bit wrong, because he didn't have the habit of leaving the control field open and wasting energy, so Sherlock didn't know when he came or whether he heard their conversation.

And just as Sherlock frowned, the wizard suddenly grabbed his arm!