18 Dumbledore
"I thought you would come to Hogwarts early, Sherlock."
The old man who looked like he was no threat and looked friendly and friendly was naturally Dumbledore, the Headmaster of Hogwarts.
"Sit down here, I'll introduce you to the students later."
He assigned Sherlock a position on his left.
After Sherlock sat down beside Dumbledore, he answered Dumbledore's first question.
"I came to school late because I wanted to perfect my teaching plan and teach at home."
When speaking to Dumbledore, he naturally didn't bring the indifferent tone as before, and even the respect in his tone could be heard by anyone.
If the original owner had special feelings for someone, there was only Dumbledore in the description of his diary.
He admired the old man who was known as the greatest wizard of the twentieth century.
Hearing his words, Dumbledore praised.
"Sufficient preparation will make you integrate into your identity faster."
At this time, the freshmen are still crossing the lake.
The old students who were already seated in the auditorium chatted happily with their classmates who hadn't seen each other for the whole vacation, and the professors were also whispering.
During the period before the sorting ceremony, neither the students nor the teachers were restrained.
Dumbledore looked at Sherlock with his bright blue eyes and said with a smile.
"Actually at first, I didn't think you were ready to take over the professorship, Sherlock."
Sherlock showed an attitude of listening to the teaching and continued to listen to Dumbledore's words.
"Last time, when you came to Hogwarts to apply for a job, I told you that what you lacked was not some magical knowledge, but the heart that an adult wizard should have."
"My heart is not strong enough. Even if I learn the most powerful magic, it's only an appearance. I don't feel relieved to give you the position of professor."
"However, after the accident of Gilderoy Lockhart, the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, which was originally scheduled, I had to check my eyes again."
"You always think that I am omnipotent and omniscient, but in fact, just like when I choose a professor, I will also see the wrong person. Sometimes I am not necessarily right."
He put his hands crossed on the table, but he didn't give the impression of being on a shelf at all.
His words were still gentle as if he was talking to a younger generation who was close to him, talking about how he had mistaken yogurt for milk and added it to his coffee a few days ago.
"So it may be that I am too harsh on you. After all, strength may easily become stronger, but if a person's heart wants to truly become stronger, just relying on it is useless."
"So I think I should give you a chance."
At this point, he finally stated the purpose of having this conversation with Sherlock.
"The letter of appointment that Minerva sent you is not complete. I would like to add something to you here."
"Hogwarts officially hired you to be a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, for only one year."
"This year is also like an internship period for you. After you finish teaching this year, I will consider whether to let you continue to hold this position. If I think that you are still not ready by then, then I will choose a new professor from next year's candidates."
Hearing him say this, Sherlock, who had been keeping his mind empty, finally couldn't help but secretly vomit in his heart.
Do you have any self-knowledge? Headmaster Dumbledore!
Who can hold on to the second year of teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts?
Even I can only pray, hoping that still I have most of my limbs on my body to end this year's dangerous work. You told me that you will consider whether to replace me next year?
Waiting to dismiss the ghost I became after I died?
Of course, Sherlock couldn't say these things in his heart, and Dumbledore didn't have the spare time to spy on his messy thoughts and think about any weird things.
Sherlock said with a serious and sincere expression.
"I won't let you down, Professor. I believe I will receive a formal tenure-track appointment at Hogwarts next year."
Dumbledore looked at the freshmen who were led in by Professor McGonagall for the sorting ceremony, and he spoke softly.
"I hope by this time next year, you will tell me yourself that you didn't let yourself down."
The conversation between the two ended here, and the sorting ceremony was about to begin. Everyone fell silent and listened quietly. The shabby hat responsible for demarcating which college each new student should go to was singing.
During the first meeting with Dumbledore, Sherlock felt that he should have dealt with it.
Even if this old man feels pretty good based on the impression of his brief communication he is an old man behind his back as maliciously figured out in the movie commentary.
It's also unlikely that he's peeping into the minds of the people he talks to all the time, right?
During the conversation just now, Sherlock didn't feel any discomfort in his body. He sincerely believed and hoped that there was nothing strange, and went around in his mind.
At the beginning of the sorting ceremony, a man with oily hair like kelp and a dark robe on the professor's seat looked pale and gloomy. The middle-aged wizard who felt like a big bat sat up from his seat and left the auditorium.
When he passed by Sherlock, Sherlock glanced at him inadvertently.
Those eyes were like a pool of stagnant water, empty, silent, and desolate, just like the breath emanating from his whole being.
It's even more ominous than Thestral's feeling that you can only see his true body if he has seen death.
In Sherlock's vague memory, there seemed to be only one professor with such a temperament in the entire Hogwarts.
Professor Snape.
In the original book, was he a good or a bad guy?
After thinking about it for a long time, he could not recall the final characterization of this person. Sherlock shook his head and simply stopped thinking about it. Anyway, he should try to deal with him as little as possible in the castle.
At the end of the sorting ceremony, the opening dinner also began. At this time, Snape, like a big human-shaped bat, suddenly came back in a hurry.
He lowered his head and whispered a few words beside Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall. Sherlock, who was sitting next to him, vaguely heard the surnames "Potter" and "Weasley".
Then Professor McGonagall's face turned blue with anger, she stood up from her seat and walked into a small room next to the auditorium.
Dumbledore suppressed the smile on his face, and three minutes after Professor McGonagall left, he walked in with a serious expression.
Sherlock could probably guess that the reason they showed such expressions was that Snape had spotted Harry and Ron who were driving to the school in a flying car.
However, none of this has anything to do with him, because at the moment he is dealing with the small talk of Professor Flitwick, who is in charge of teaching Charms.
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