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Just a Defense Against The Dark Arts Professor

IMPORTANT: Go to _Riux for better edits the edits here have stopped Sherlock Forrest, who had just crossed into the world of Harry Potter, did not have a golden finger and did not inherit the memory of the original owner, looked at the Hogwarts letter of appointment in his hand, and pouted. “Just a Defence Against the Dark Arts professor.” Important: This is just me editing a MTL for fun so don’t expect professionalism This is slow romance so don’t expect anything until the very end Mtl: h ttps://www.mtlnovel.com/just-a-defense-against-the-dark-arts-professor/

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3rd Test

As the Christmas holidays approached, the atmosphere of the students in Hogwarts gradually became more relaxed.

Of course, the little wizards haven't forgotten the previous two attacks, but they can go home soon and temporarily leave Hogwarts Castle, which may encounter danger at all times, which would relieve their depressed mood a lot.

"I heard that Percy also signed the list of people staying this time. What is he planning to do in his time?"

At lunchtime, in the Great Hall, Harry asked Ron curiously while cutting the grilled sausage on his plate.

Ron leaned his head in mysteriously and whispered to Harry and Hermione.

"I think Percy might be in love."

Hermione blinked, she asked in a slight gossip tone.

"with who?"

"I don't know." Ron shook his head, "but I suspect it's a girl from Ravenclaw. I could always see him strolling around the Ravenclaw tower some time ago."

Harry's fork with the sausage stuck in his hand scatters his thoughts.

"You said that Professor Forrest has such favourable qualities, and there are so many girls chasing after him, but he still does't have a girlfriend. Is it because he always thinks that he can find a girlfriend at any time, so this leads to him having no interest in relationships?"

Ron's eyes widened as if he had heard some shocking secret.

"It isn't impossible."

Hermione tapped the plate with a spoon in dissatisfaction.

"Hey, respect! We have to give Professor Forrest a minimum of respect! If the professor hears your thoughts, he will punish you to accompany Malfoy to clean the toilet."

Harry and Ron looked at each other, and they winked at each other, apparently not taking Hermione's words to heart.

Of course, they would respect Sherlock in their hearts, but Hermione herself was too rigid.

"When will we start the third test?" Ron asked impatiently.

Harry also looked eager to try.

They were addicted to this kind of thing as if they found out that Sherlock is a wishing grail, but when making a wish, you have to ask him to say the opposite of your wish.

Hermione calculated the time, she said hesitantly.

"Probably this afternoon. I've finished writing half a foot. When I write some more, I'll go to the office to find the professor."

Ron urged.

"Your writing is too small, it doesn't matter if you write bigger, so the speed can be a little faster."

"If it's just for completion, what's the point of writing homework?" Hermione glared at him, "I remind you, if my homework is handed in ahead of time this time, you don't want to learn from me anymore, you have to write it all by yourself. ."

Facing Hermione's threat, Harry and Ron didn't care.

Compared with copying or not copying homework, testing whether Sherlock has God-like abilities is more attractive to them.

In the afternoon, Hermione came to the library with a half-written one-foot-long piece of parchment, with Harry and Ron following her.

But the two of them were empty-handed and didn't bring anything.

"It isn't my fault that you brought your homework together to write but didn't you were more worried about Sherlock!" Hermione said angrily.

Harry spread his hands.

"How can the most important thing be doing homework now? We need to study Professor Forrest's crow's mouth, and the scope of the influence is the most important."

He said with a serious face.

"If the professor has the ability to make the sun rise from the west, then our test now is to save the world."

Ron also seemed to have found an excuse for what they were doing and said with a straight face.

"Yes, we are saving the world!"

Hermione looked helpless, and she couldn't refute anything.

In disguise, Harry was right.

If Sherlock finds out that the upper limit of his crow's mouth is extremely high before he talks nonsense, this is indeed saving the world in another sense.

All afternoon, Hermione was seriously looking for various materials in the library, writing the homework for Defense Against the Dark Arts during the Christmas holiday.

One foot of parchment paper is about 30 centimetres long, much larger than normal A4 paper.

(e/n: 11.8 in)

In addition, Hermione's writing is very small, which made her spend a lot of time on homework.

Around four o'clock in the afternoon, Hermione filled the entire parchment with words. She looked at her homework with satisfaction, then turned to look at Harry, who was lying on the table in a bored daze and almost falling asleep...

"Do you know if Professor Forrest is in his office right now?"

Harry yawned, rubbed his eyes and said.

"I asked Fred and George in advance. The professor only has his classes in the afternoon. He probably finished teaching already."

"Then we can go now."

Immediately, both Harry and Ron cheered up.

"Have you finished writing?"

"There's still two lines left for me to meet the professor's one-foot requirement. Let's go over first and makeup after these two lines."

They walked to either side of Hermione and left the library and then walked to Sherlock's office.

The closer to the holiday, the busier Sherlock's work.

The homework for the lower grades were not bad, as long as you choose the topic of the thesis for them.

But the seniors obviously can't do that.

In the past, there was no such thing as a

"test book" at Hogwarts. If Sherlock wanted students in the fifth grade and above to learn the material for next year.

First of all, he had to make up the basics of ​​each questions.

This is undoubtedly a huge project. To distribute the prepared workbooks to the students before the Christmas break, Sherlock is busy with this these days except during class time.

He felt that Dumbledore would give him an outstanding teacher award this year to reward him as a good employee who worked hard and never complained.

Just as Sherlock was holding a quill in his hand, and an automatic shorthand quill was scrambling to write, Hermione knocked on the door and walked in.

Sherlock rubbed his sore wrists and looked up at the little girl who walked in gently.

"Miss Granger, what's the matter?"

Compared to Harry and Ron, Sherlock's perception of Hermione is much better than theirs.

Active in class, never perfunctory in homework after class, complete quality and quantity, usually diligent and conscientious, self-disciplined.

What kind of teacher would not like such a perfect student?

But Sherlock ignored that, no matter how perfect Hermione was on the surface, she was still a Gryffindor at heart.

Every little lion has a restless heart.

Hermione, who can mix with Harry Ron, is no exception.

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Editor: A bit late but better than a 1.5 month break

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