Just a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

"So Tracy, can I call you that?"

"Of course you can, sir."

"In exchange, you don't have to call me Mr. Sherlock."

"No problem, Sherlock."

In less than two minutes, Sherlock chatted with this girl named Tracy.

The little girl seems to be in the period of changing her teeth now, and when she speaks, the missing front teeth are "hissing" and leaking air.

But this not only did not make her words inaudible, but added some cuteness.

"What about this big brother?"

She tilted her head to look at Draco, as if interested in him.

Sherlock didn't mention Draco to introduce himself, but turned to him together with Tracy's gaze. With such a gaze, Draco, who had no intention of ignoring the girl at all, could only speak sternly.

"Draco Malfoy."

"You look a lot like Beachy." Trish said seriously.

"Is Beachy your friend?" Sherlock asked.

Draco also left her arrogantly and disgustingly, as if it was a shame for a girl to say that.

Trish shook her head.

"No, Beech is not my friend. It never wants to play with us. Only Granny Chris can touch it."

This "it" made both Sherlock and Draco stunned for a moment, and then Trish pointed to a window facing the sun and said.

"Look, that's Beechie, it's not cute at all."

On the windowsill that the little girl pointed to, there was a British blue cat lying there. It looked lazy in the sun, and occasionally turned to look at the children in the classroom with disdain and contempt. Laco's eyes are a bit similar!

Sherlock suddenly laughed, and Draco's face darkened instantly.

Seeing Sherlock laughing, Trish's face also filled with a silly smile.

Only Draco couldn't have the attack. If Sherlock hadn't made a deal with him before entering the door, if Trish was a Hogwarts student, Master Malfoy would have raised his The wand was pointed at her and she gave her a curse.

There were still some scattered branches in front of Tracy, and the other children of her age beside her had already started to weave flower baskets, but Tracy never started.

"When Sister Haley just taught, I was watching Beachy yawning, so I didn't learn how to compose." The little girl said a little embarrassedly.

Although Sherlock had previously warned him not to use magic or lose his temper in front of this group of Muggle children, now Draco thought he had found an opportunity to ridicule him.

he said with a sneer.

"Because you are a stupid child, only stupid children will not pay attention to listening when the teacher is teaching something, and will eventually fail to complete the homework."

He seemed to be looking forward to seeing Trish's aggrieved expression on the verge of crying, but in fact, the little girl just blinked and stared at him after listening to Draco's sarcasm. .

After being stared at by her for so long, Draco couldn't hold his face, he said with a bad attitude.

"What do you see me doing?"

Trish tilted her head.

"Is that Draco a stupid kid?"

Hearing her name, Draco looked a little furious.

"Call me Mr. Malfoy!"

"Then Mr. Malfoy is a stupid child?" Trish didn't struggle with the title, but asked in confusion.

"Of course I'm not! I'm Huo... an outstanding student in the school, and I'm at the top of the grade in every exam!"

He really didn't lie about his grades, and Sherlock, a professor, can testify beside him.

But Trish said with a serious face.

"But learning is different from weaving flower baskets. Weaving flower baskets is a difficult thing. Mr. Malfoy may not be able to prove that he is not a stupid child by weaving flower baskets."

With such a childish remark, Draco was only sarcastic.

"It's really a frog at the bottom of the well. It's precisely because you don't even know what the real world looks like that you can get a sense of accomplishment in things like weaving flower baskets."

"But Mr. Malfoy doesn't know how to weave flower baskets?"

"Who said I wouldn't!"

Draco seemed to be irritated by Tracy's regretful tone, he grabbed the branches in front of Tracy in his hand, and although the technique was unfamiliar, he weaved it in a clear and orderly manner.

As the eldest young master who was born with a golden spoon, of course, Draco could not make such gadgets that only Muggles can use to exercise their manual skills.

It's just that when Sherlock was chatting with Tracy, because he didn't want to surrender his identity to participate, he was bored and watched the children next to him clumsily for a while. This kind of craftsmanship was not difficult, but it was already Let Della have a lot of science.

Looking at the interaction between the two, Sherlock never made a sound, but looked at Draco, who hadn't noticed that he fell into Trish's "trap" until now, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth unconsciously.

This little girl is actually not as silly as she makes her smile. Her smiling face without front teeth is her best disguise for being clever and weird.

In the eyes of adults, this aggressive approach was naturally clumsy, but it played with poor Draco in the palm of his hand.

As if aware of Sherlock's gaze, Trish raised her head and showed him a slightly funny smile.

Sherlock didn't say anything to expose her, but just reached out and touched her hair.

In order to prove that he didn't know whether it was what he said or what Trish said was the stupid kid, Draco weaved the flower basket perfectly, much prettier than the other kids around.

In the end, after he put the finished product on Tracy's table, there was no arrogance on his face, only disdain.

It's just a flower basket. If this level can make the young master Malfoy feel proud, then he is too worthless.

Trish didn't shy away from her amazement.

"Mr. Malfoy is amazing, he can actually make it so beautifully!"

"Humph."

Draco just snorted coldly, raised his head and said nothing.

At this time, Haley, who was checking the works of the older children from the back row, came to them with the homework he had collected.

She was surprised by the flower basket placed in front of Trish.

"It's really good, Tracy."

Trish said with a smile that lacked her front teeth.

"It's all Mr. Malfoy's credit."

Haley smiled and nodded to Draco, expressing his gratitude.

She still thought that Draco just seemed to be difficult to get along with, but he was actually a cold-hearted boy who helped Tracy to weave the flower basket.

Haley left with the flower basket, and no matter how stupid Draco was, he finally realized something was wrong at this time.

With a gloomy face, he stared at Trish angrily.

"You set me up!"

Trish looked confused, she blinked her eyes, as if she didn't understand what Draco was saying.

"Does Mr. Malfoy want a cover? But Tracy doesn't."

Seeing her like this, Draco began to hesitate again.

He thought it was because he thought too much, after all, how could such a small child deceive him?

In the end, he could only withdraw his suspicious gaze and continue to maintain that arrogant attitude.

Sherlock finally couldn't hold back his laughter, he rubbed Trish's hair, and then pulled Draco's arm.

"Okay, we'll see you later, Tracy, and now we're going to ask to help Mrs Chris prepare lunch."

The little girl waved to them politely, and Sherlock led Draco to the direction of the kitchen.

After helping Mrs Chris and Haley call lunch to the children at noon, Sherlock and Draco helped clear the yard from the previous days' snow during the afternoon lunch break.

Because they couldn't use magic, they spent an afternoon cleaning the yard.

During the period, although Draco showed 10 million dissatisfactions, he didn't slack off and cleaned up all the snow with Sherlock.

They stayed busy until the evening, when they ended the day's volunteer work.

Before leaving the orphanage, Mrs. Chris selected two flower baskets from the children's morning handicrafts as a souvenir.

And what Draco got happened to be the one he made by himself today.

For the convenience of using Apparition to leave, Sherlock took Draco away from the orphanage to find a place off the beaten track.

"How are you feeling today?" Sherlock asked while walking on the road.

Draco said with a cold face, "It sucks."

"But these kids aren't as low-level and stupid as you think, aren't they?" Sherlock said with a smile, "Tracy is ten years younger than you, so I'm still coaxing you to help her finish the craft. Operation."

Hearing Sherlock's words, Draco looked shocked, and then his face became furious.

"She really is lying to me!"

"As a noble species like a pure-blood wizard, what does it feel like to be played around by a little girl who is changing teeth? Draco." Sherlock said with a smile.

Draco looked annoyed, his face flushed, if it wasn't for the fact that Sherlock was next to him, maybe he couldn't bear it now and would go back to seek revenge for Trish.

Of course Sherlock wouldn't give him this chance. After finding a suitable position, he grabbed Draco's arm directly and took him back to the gate of Hogwarts and back to the castle. .

"This is the end of today. If you have any questions about your schoolwork in the future, you can continue to come to my office to ask me, and don't forget to think about what I said to you today."

Sherlock and Draco parted in the hallway in front of the castle foyer.

Slytherin's common room was underground, Draco still had a cold face, and returned to the bedroom with the flower basket he made by himself.

His roommates Goyle and Blake were not around, and it was almost dinner time. According to their habit, they should have gone to the auditorium early to guard. Fun Court

Draco raised the flower basket in his hand, seeing this thing, the scene of him being played around by that kid named Tracy in the morning unconsciously came to his mind.

This made Draco unable to hold back a burst of embarrassment. He raised his wand and subconsciously wanted to use a Shattering Charm to destroy this shameful thing.

But just as he was about to utter the spell, Draco accidentally saw a note sandwiched between the branches of the flower basket.

He hesitated for a while, but finally put down the wand in his hand, reached out and took out the note from the flower basket.

There was only a short sentence on the note, and it seemed that the person who wrote it only knew these few words.

[Thank you, Mr. Malfoy. 】

At the end of thanks, there is also a sketch of a crude cat face.

With those disdainful and arrogant eyes, one could recognize at a glance that it was the blue cat Beachy who didn't like to play with children.

Draco stared at the note in his hand without blinking, not knowing what he was thinking.

In the end, he put the note back into the flower basket, instead of destroying the flower basket, he put it in his desk cabinet.

......

As soon as Sherlock returned to the office, he saw the ghost of Gryffindor - Nick, who was almost headless, was floating in front of his door, as if waiting for him.

"Sir Nicholas, do you have anything to do with me?"

After Nick saw Sherlock, his broad face suddenly showed a smile.

Although it is the ghost of Gryffindor, he has always had a good relationship with Sherlock. After all, he likes to be called Sir Nicholas by others.

"It's not that I'm looking for you, Professor Forrest, it's Dumbledore. He asked me to find you just after noon today, and you're finally back."

Hearing that Dumbledore was looking for him, Sherlock didn't stop. He just changed into a wizard's robe in the office, and then walked towards the headmaster's room.

He knew very well what Dumbledore was busy with recently. He could find himself only because he had made new discoveries in the traces of the Horcrux.

When Sherlock came to the headmaster's room, Dumbledore was looking down at a document that he didn't know whether it was from the Ministry of Magic or the International Federation of Magic. When Sherlock knocked on the door and walked in, a smile appeared on his face. UU reading www.uukanshu. com

"You took the Malfoy child out today?"

"I took him to a Muggle orphanage as a volunteer for a day, hoping to give him some thought. I feel that today's experience should be an unforgettable experience for him."

They didn't talk much about Draco, and soon Dumbledore got to the point.

"About what I told you before, one of Voldemort's Horcruxes I found has now been located."

This is undoubtedly good news.

According to their inference based on Slughorn's memory, there are a total of six Horcruxes made by Voldemort, and the three that have been paid for have been destroyed, and the rest have basically been located.

Except for Nashji, who has always been by Voldemort's side, who has not been able to reach it for the time being, which Horcrux hidden in the Room of Requirement cannot be escaped at Hogwarts, and in the end, only this one discovered by Dumbledore is left. piece! The fastest new update for you is the Defence Against the Dark Arts professor. Chapter 402 Poor Draco is being played for free. Read it for free. https://

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