Just a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

Badley Barberton Village.

This small village in Wiltshire has always had little contact with the outside world.

In the center of the village, there is an abandoned yard, an ancient war memorial is erected in the center, and there are several benches for the villagers who come to hang out here in their spare time to rest.

Tony is a resident of the village of Badley Barberton.

His ancestors all worked as barbers in this small village, and even himself was no exception. Because he opened the only barber shop in the village, coupled with his superb skills and ability to speak, he has always been called Mr. Tony.

In such a small village, Mr. Tony is considered very wealthy. He not only owns a barber shop, but also has two properties handed down from his ancestors.

With such a rich family background, he couldn't help but have a much higher vision, and he was dismissive of girls of the same age in the village.

He always thinks that he should find some time to cast a net in a big city, and those beautiful and fashionable urbanites are more worthy of his status.

Today is the weekend, and Mr. Tony will give himself a day off every day, because he monopolizes the right to barber in the village, and he also has the capital to rest whenever he wants.

But he hadn't just walked out of his home and wanted to go for a walk at the War Memorial, thinking about his dream of going to a big city and continuing to be Teacher Tony in the future, when he suddenly froze by the road.

His gaze was like a small sampan caught in the vortex in the sea, staring firmly in one direction.

There was a pair of young men and women walking over together.

Mr. Tony is not gay, although he admits that the man is equally handsome and otherworldly, even slightly stronger than him, but in terms of attractiveness, he is nowhere near as attractive as the one walking beside him holding his arm. silver-haired girl.

That beautiful figure is like the most perfect masterpiece of God, just looking at it from a distance, it is so fascinating.

Strong sacrifice read sacrifice. Teacher Tony feels like he has found true love.

Feeling that his heart had been captured, he completely ignored the men beside the silver-haired girl. He felt that he had to be bolder and bravely confess.

In fact, it's not just him. On the way Shilk and Sherlock walked, no one who saw Shilk's performance was any better than Tony.

She has half the Veela blood on her body, and she can usually suppress the charm that comes with it, but only for wizards, and Muggles have no good way.

Just when Mr. Tony was about to put down his figure, his brain was spinning rapidly, and he wanted to organize a language to express himself.

He was pleasantly surprised to find that Silk was walking in his direction.

In fact, Sherlock and Silk walked towards him together, but there was no sign of Sherlock in his eyes at all.

"Mr. Tony Barberton?"

Sherlock squinted at the blushing Muggle who looked extremely excited, and called out his name.

The next second after he spoke, Mr. Tony seemed to become a person, the excitement retreated as if cold water had been poured, and the red face was calm again, and then said solemnly.

"I'm Tony."

"Is number 31 your residence?"

"It's my house, but I don't live there now. An old man rented the house."

The arrogant Mr. Tony was uncharacteristically well-behaved, and faced Sherlock's problems without saying anything.

Sherlock's tone remained the same.

"Oh, that's great. Could you lend me the key to Room 31? I'll give it back to you soon."

"You can use whatever you want."

After he made the request, Tony took out a key from his pocket and handed it to him without hesitation, as if it wasn't the first time he saw Sherlock today.

This time 17B* Chapter Si. "Thank you for your generosity, then see you first."

After taking the key, Sherlock and Silk turned around and left, walking towards the center of the village.

Just after they left, Mr. Tony seemed to wake up from a big dream, scratching his flamingo-like hair blankly.

"What do I want to do when I go out?"

At this time, Sherlock and Silk had found the room 31 together.

"You used the Imperius Curse on that Muggle just now?" Silk asked worriedly.

Sherlock shrugged.

"Why do you think I'm so bad? That's just another variant of Dementor. I've used this spell a lot these days, and I've come up with some insights. This Muggle is fortunate enough to experience it, and I won't offend it. Magical law."

Of course Shilk didn't care whether Sherlock violated the magic law. She was just worried that if Sherlock used the unforgivable curse, it would have a bad effect on himself.

When I came to the door of room 31, it looked no different from other houses in the village.

It's a very ordinary Muggle house~www.NovelMTL.com~ If you didn't get the news in advance, no one would have thought that a wizard would live in it.

Sherlock didn't stop, he walked to the door, inserted the key into the lock, and opened the door.

The room was silent, as if no one was there.

But there was another cup of steaming hot tea on the dining table in the living room. It was obvious that someone was sitting at the table drinking tea just now.

Sherlock didn't say a word, he directly spread out his control area, and soon his eyes turned to an unremarkable chair by the dining table.

"Professor Slughorn, are you going to hide even if I come?"

He looked at the chair and asked with a smile.

It's just that even if he spoke, the chair still didn't respond. Sherlock's eyes didn't look away until a few seconds passed. After realizing that he wasn't deceiving himself, the chair twisted for a while, and then a fat, An old man with a walrus-like beard appeared in front of Sherlock and Silk.

"Ah, it's Sherlock, how did you know I live here? Come, come and sit down first, and this beautiful lady, please take a seat."

Slughorn acted as if he wasn't avoiding Sherlock on purpose, and warmly invited the two of them to sit down and pour them tea by himself.

Make a big tyrant. "You now have a very good reputation in the magical world. In the past few months, I could see news about you almost every day, Sherlock, it's really pleasing, you didn't live up to your mother's expectations for you. "

He seemed to have deliberately grasped the topic in his own hands, and continued to ask without giving Sherlock the slightest chance to speak first.

"Who is this beautiful lady beside you?"

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