I’m Only A Defense Against The Dark Arts Professor

Chapter 118: Harry Running Away

Harry woke up at 1 AM. His brain triggered his consciousness mechanism; he didn’t know what happened when he was unconscious. When Harry woke up, Sherlock and Kingsley were staring at him, and Harry stared at them in confusion before jumping out of his chair.

“Where’s that cloaked monster and the horse face?! There was a horse-face monster!”

Sherlock looked at him suspiciously, “The cloaked monster is the Dementor. It’s the guard of Azkaban and has long since left. As for the horse-faced monster, what do you mean by that?”

Harry tried to describe, “It’s a monster with a face that looks exactly like a horse and pink curly hair that laughs terribly!”

After hearing his words, Sherlock and Kingsley looked at each other, and they both saw the expressions in each other’s eyes.

“You mean, Tonks? She’s Metamorphagi, who can transform her face into any shape.” Kingsley muttered, “But why did she turn into a horse? Is she trying to scare you?”

“She’s not a monster but a human being?” Harry was surprised.

Sherlock patted his shoulder and comforted him, “Don’t be so nervous, Harry. This is the Ministry of Magic or the Auror headquarters of the Ministry of Magic; there is no safer place than this.”

Harry slowly came to his senses for a while and scratched his hair, “This is the Ministry of Magic… wait, why is my hair so sticky?”

He put the hand that had just touched his hair in front of his nose and smelled it, and smelled a chocolate smell. Because Tonks was too nervous, the spell didn’t work fully and left a part of chocolate on Harry’s head.

Sherlock almost laughed at Harry’s situation, raised his wand, and said, “Well, Harry, you can choose between two cleaning methods. One is a cleaning spell, and the other is that I will conjure some water for you and clean it yourself.”

Harry said sullenly, “You should use the cleaning spell. It’s probably impossible to clean it with pure water itself now.”

Sherlock helped him clean his hair again with a cleaning spell, and it was only now that Harry realized that it was all because he was too naive. He thought that Sherlock’s jinx mouth had gone. There must have been some other special reason for the temporary failure of the French test that day.

At this time, there are only a few Aurors who are still on the night shift, and the others have already gone home. Harry had only met Kingsley until now and knew he was an Auror at the Ministry of Magic.

“Come, I’ll take you to a nice Muggle restaurant for a late-night dinner. We always like to eat there when we come back from a mission.”

Kingsley took them to a 24-hour restaurant in London and treated them to a dinner. In order to make up for Harry’s birthday, they asked for a small cake and planned to sing a happy birthday song for him together, but Harry forced them not to do it.

Harry survived and was finally sent back to Dursley’s house by Sherlock. During this period, he successfully interrupted him before saying “I wish you a good night’s sleep”.

But Harry’s jinx doesn’t seem to be over yet. The next day, Aunt Marge woke up to find Harry back at the Dursleys, and she spoke to him. Harry never retaliated; he had long been accustomed to these, and he wasn’t mad about them.

After that, except for the one time he came out of his room at noon, he stayed in his room for the rest of the day to unpack the birthday present that Hermione, Ron, and Hagrid sent him with an owl last night.

Although Hermione was in France, Harry was very happy that a broom repair kit was delivered to him. He had always wanted to go to Diagon Alley to buy it, but he couldn’t. He didn’t expect Hermione to give it to him as a birthday present.

Ron sent him a local magic item from Egypt, a pocket mirror. According to him, this thing can detect whether there are untrustworthy people around for the wizard, and if there are any, it will alert the user.

Hagrid gave Harry the Book of Monsters, and it took him a long time to subdue it before it rushed out of the room and got him into trouble. Sherlock’s gift he received yesterday was a new birdcage for Hedwig, and Hedwig looked satisfied with it.

But Harry couldn’t stay in his room all day, and at dinner time, he had to come out and have dinner with Aunt Petunia’s family and Aunt Marge. At this dinner, Aunt Marge was getting more rampant because she drank a lot.

She started humiliating Harry’s parents, “They’re always like this. If there’s something wrong with the bitch, there must be something wrong with the puppy.”

The wine bottle in Aunt Marge’s hand burst open. Petunia and Vernon were taken aback; they knew what was going on. Vernon was pale, kept trying to change the subject, and motioned to Harry to go back to his room.

Dudley stared blankly. Harry’s hands were shaking constantly, and he lowered his head, trying not to let the people at the table see his face.

He had to be patient, not only because underage wizards shouldn’t use magic outside the school but because he needed to get Aunt Petunia to sign a parental consent form that would allow him to go to Hogsmeade later.

He had to endure the humiliation.

Aunt Marge said contemptuously that his father was a worthless, worthless, lazy beggar. Harry finally couldn’t keep it himself. He had a heated argument with Aunt Marge; the magic in his body couldn’t be controlled any longer, turning her into a balloon and floating her into the ceiling.

The Dursleys were shocked, and Harry couldn’t contain his rage. He rushed back to his room, packed everything into a box, and planned to run away.

Vernon stopped him, “You’re not allowed to leave. Turn her back!”

Harry pulled out his wand and pointed it at Vernon, “She deserved it, or you’ll suffer the same thing as well.”

Harry never dared fight back against Vernon. He walked alone on the street with the suitcase and Hedwig’s cage. Full of anger, he ran to Sherlock’s house, but no one responded after he rang the doorbell or shouted Sherlock’s name.

Sherlock isn’t home tonight. Harry could only continue to drag the suitcase and walk aimlessly along the street until a magic bus drove in front of him.

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Sherlock stayed at home all day, but at night, he was away. He went out and found an uninhabited open space to test his spells by using multiple wands simultaneously.

Of course, he wouldn’t carry out this experiment in his own home, and it was easy for Muggles to discover it during the day, so he chose this time and place to conduct the experiment.

Two wands were floating around him, and Sherlock could control the farthest distance it could reach, which was about ten meters. Any further away, the control would lose its effectiveness, causing the wand to fall to the ground.

But the distance of ten meters is enough for him to make many arrangements. Spreading his wand and floating to the limit, Sherlock chanted a spell.

“Bombarda.”

An explosion sounded in the open space, and the fire illuminated an area of ​​more than ten meters in radius. The weakened Bombardment Spell won’t exert much power, but quantity equals quality. Under the two explosions, the power generated is enough to be equal to the Bombardment Spell under normal casting.

If he could control more wands later, under the continuous use of this spell, there would be a bigger explosion.

After a series of tests in the wild, Sherlock returned home in the middle of the night. In August, he began to continue his daily life in his home again. His usual activity is to study various Dark Arts books in his room, and now his theoretical knowledge has basically reached the level of the original Sherlock.

He completely understood the two books written by the original Sherlock are combined with some notes and materials left by the original Sherlock.

If last semester, he had to rely on papers and quizzes to deal with the classes. Now, he can give some more in-depth theoretical explanations. No more stage fright in lecturing the classes anymore.

Of course, whether or not he changes his teaching style for higher grades depends on the results of the students’ rank exams after school starts.

If the method of education can show good results in the exams, then Sherlock doesn’t need to change his way of teaching. He will only add some things to the way he prepares the materials in the classroom to make the learning more lively and interesting.

In this way, August passed quickly, and on August 31st, Sherlock was ready to go to Diagon Alley, Ollivander’s wand shop, and get the 50 wands that he had ordered before.

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