"I thought you would come to Hogwarts early, Sherlock."

The old man who looked unthreatening and friendly was naturally Dumbledore, the principal of Hogwarts.

"Sit down in this position, and I will introduce you to the students later."

He arranged a position on his left hand for Sherlock.

After Sherlock sat down next to Dumbledore, he answered Dumbledore's first question.

"I came to school late because I wanted to improve my teaching plan at home."

When facing Dumbledore's speech, he naturally did not bring the cold tone as he had before, and even the respect in his tone could be heard.

If the original owner had a special relationship with someone, Dumbledore was the only one in his diary description.

He can describe this old man who is known as the greatest white wizard of the 20th century as a worshiper.

Dumbledore praised him when he heard his words.

“Prepare enough will allow you to integrate into your identity faster.”

At this time, the freshmen are still crossing the lake.

The old students who had already sat in the auditorium chatted happily with the classmates who had not seen during the holiday, and the professors were also whispering.

During the period before the branch ceremony, neither the students nor the teachers had any restrictions.

Dumbledore looked at Sherlock with his bright blue eyes and said with a smile.

"Actually, I still didn't think you were ready to take over the position of professor at first, Sherlock."

Sherlock showed a gesture of listening to teachings and continued to listen to Dumbledore's words.

"The last time you came to Hogwarts to ask me for a job, I told you that what you lack is not magical knowledge, but the inner heart that an adult wizard should have."

"I am not strong enough in my heart. Even if I learn magic, it is just a mere example. I don't feel at ease to hand over this position as a professor to you."

"But after the accident happened to Gidro Lohart, a professor of the Black Magic Defense course, I had to look at my own eyes again."

"You always think I can do everything and know everything, but in fact, just like when choosing a professor, I will misread people. Sometimes I am not necessarily right."

He put his hands crossed on the table, but he didn't feel like he was holding a shelf.

His words were still gentle, just like he was talking about his mistakenly treating yogurt as milk a few days ago and adding it to the coffee.

"So maybe I'm too demanding on you. After all, power may be easily stronger, but it's useless to just say it's not good to say it."

"So I think I should give you a chance."

At this point, he finally expressed the purpose of this conversation with Sherlock.

"The appointment letter Minerva sent you is not complete, I want to add something to you here."

“Hogwarts has officially hired you to be a professor of Dark Magic Defense for only one year.”

"This year is also an internship for you. After you finish this year's teaching, I will consider whether to continue to let you take this position. If I still think you are still not ready at that time, I will replace you with the professor candidate next year."

After hearing what he said, Sherlock, who had been keeping his brain empty, finally couldn't help but secretly complain in his heart.

Do you know yourself? Principal Deng!

Who can hold on to the second year in Hogwarts Dry Black Magic Defense?

Even I can only pray, hoping that there are a lot of parts on my body to end this year's dangerous work. You actually told me that you would consider whether to replace me next year?

Waiting to fire the ghost I became after I die?

Of course, Sherlock naturally could not say these words in his mind, and Dumbledore didn't have the time to peek at his messy thoughts and think of something strange.

Sherlock said seriously and sincerely.

"I won't let you down Professor, I believe I will receive a formal tenured professorship from Hogwarts next year."

Dumbledore's eyes looked at the freshmen who were led by Professor McGonagall and preparing for the branch ceremony, and he spoke softly.

"I hope at this time next year, you will tell me in person that you have not disappointed yourself."

The conversation between the two ended here, and the branch ceremony was about to begin. Everyone calmed down and listened quietly. The worn-out hat responsible for dividing which college each freshman should go to was singing.

After meeting Dumbledore for the first time, Sherlock felt that he should have dealt with it.

Even if this old man, who felt pretty good with his brief communication impression, was actually really an old man who was as malicious as he had guessed in the movie commentary.

It is unlikely that they are always peeking at the thoughts of the person he is talking to?

During the conversation just now, Sherlock did not feel any discomfort in his body. He sincerely believed and hoped that there was nothing strange, so he walked around his mind.

At the beginning of the branch ceremony, a middle-aged witch with greasy hair like kelp, wearing a painted black robe, pale and gloomy face, giving people a feeling of a big bat, sat up from his seat and left the auditorium.

As he passed by Sherlock, Sherlock looked at him inadvertently.

The eyes were like a pool of stagnant water, empty, silent, and desolate, just like the breath he emitted.

It feels even more ominous than the Night Hedge, who can only see its true body by seeing death.

There seems to be only one professor with such temperament in Sherlock's vague memory.

Potions class professor Snape.

Is it a decent or a villain in the original book?

After thinking for a long time, she didn't recall the final characterization of this person. Sherlock shook his head and simply stopped thinking about it. Anyway, just try to deal with him less in the castle.

With the end of the branch ceremony, the school dinner also began. At this time, Snape, who was 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 two surnames "Potter" and "Weasley".

Then Professor McGonagall's face turned pale due to anger, and she stood up from her seat and walked to a small room next to the auditorium.

Dumbledore restrained his smile and walked in with a serious expression three minutes after Professor McGonagall left.

Sherlock could probably guess the reason why they showed such a expression was probably because Snape discovered Harry and Ron who were driving a flying car to school.
Chapter completed!