The person who greeted Sherlock was Hagrid.

This was the first time he met Hager since he met him in front of the Hogsmeade platform.

In addition to him, there were Professor Fleeve, Professor McGonagall and a fat old man Sherlock had never met before.

He has a round bald head, walrus-like beard and a straight belly, and a friendly smile on his face. It makes people feel like he is a person who is easy to get along with at first sight.

Their seats are in front of the window, and through the glass, you can see the rainfall sliding down from the eaves of the house. It is the most suitable location in the entire bar for drinking on rainy days.

Sherlock walked straight over, and Professor Flewy helped him pull the empty seat beside him and let him sit down.

Ever since Sherlock appeared in the bar, the fat old man with a walrus beard has been staring at his face with a lost gaze.

“It really looks like…”

He whispered softly, making everyone sitting here except Sherlock feel inexplicably depressed.

"Horas." Professor McGonagall frowned and called out the fat old man's name.

Slughorn came to his senses only when he sniffed, and a friendly smile appeared again on his face.

"Sorry, Sherlock, I should be able to call you that. After all, we almost had a father-son relationship back then. Your eyes reminded me of your mother, but your handsomeness was inherited from your father. My name is Horace Slughorn. I was once your mother's teacher and close friend. You can also call me my name directly without seeing you."

Sherlock looked at the fat old man who looked kind-looking and nodded slightly without saying too much.

The scene fell into an awkward silence for a moment, so Professor Flevy, who was funny and humorous, spoke in time and started to liven up the atmosphere.

"Listen to the recent reactions of the students, you did a very good job as a professor this week."

"I just did my job well." Sherlock said in a humble and arrogant manner.

Hager smiled heartily.

"It is already a good thing to be able to do your job well in the position of professor. None of your previous colleagues did not have the excellent performance as you. When Harry and the others came to me to play, they said that your class was very interesting."

Not only was he complimenting, but he also revealed envy in his tone.

Among the people sitting here, he did not have a professor position. Except for Sherlock, the other three were either former deans or current deans.

"It reminds me of the old guy Mellos who was the dean of Hogwarts, who was professor of the Dark Magic Defense class, when I was the dean of Hogwarts."

Slughorn was obviously a talkative person, and he took over Hagrid's topic with ease.

"He is one of the most serious and responsible professors I have ever met, but he is too idealistic and always thinks that black magic is controllable. Fortunately, his defense is indeed of good quality and he has no trouble during his teaching period."

"I know his theory and have also studied his works. He is indeed talented in teaching. Among the top ten teachers who have achieved the most accomplished teachers in Hogwarts education, he can rank in the top ten, but I cannot agree with his attitude towards magic."

Professor McGonagall said seriously, "He thought of magic too objectively, always thinking that any magic that exists has its value in use. Such ideas were naturally passed on to his students, and there was indeed a big problem later."

Flevi comforted: "This cannot be said to be his fault. Any constructive discussion can be put forward academically. As for how everyone understands it, it is still a question of the person's own thoughts."

Slughorn laughed.

"Are you condemning me like this? Minerva, after all, I was also that person's teacher."

"I don't mean that."

"I know you don't mean that, just kidding." Slughorn said, turning his gaze to Sherlock.

"I heard that you are Sherlock, a master of black magic defense, what about you? What do you think about black magic?"

Sherlock picked up the glass of whiskey on the table and took a sip, and said calmly.

"This question can actually be asked in another way. After all, black magic is just a kind of magic. As long as it is magic, the spell is just a manifestation. The true core of magic lies in the heart of the wizard."

"And black magic is the dark side of the human heart. Magic is not good or bad, but human hearts have it. At the moment when the black magic is used, the user's heart must be extremely dark. The corruption of the human heart may lead to all disasters. Therefore, the biggest harm of black magic is its intervention on the user, which is an erosion that cannot be prevented."

After he finished speaking, the three professors sitting here all heard softly applause.

Hager was confused when she heard this, but in order to avoid being out of place, he also patted his big hands twice with confusion.

Flewy exclaimed.

"Wonderful theory Sherlock, all spells of spells are just appearances. What truly reflects magic is the inner heart of the wizard. This sentence is enough to make all spell researchers re-examine their research."

"Even if you don't come to Hogwarts as a defense professor, you will have great prospects in the magic world." Professor McGonagall said affirmatively.

"As good magical understanding as your mother, if I were still the dean of Hogwarts, I would definitely invite you to join my club." Slughorn did not stingy with his praise.

It was a lot of time on Saturday, and they chatted in the bar until noon.

In addition to making some comments on the opinions of Black Magic at the beginning, Sherlock began to enter the mode of cherishing words and silently observing the man Slughorn from the side.

This old man who looks funny and friendly actually does not have the same attitude towards everyone as he shows now.

Sherlock could clearly feel that he seemed to be deliberately ignoring Hagrid.

That attitude was obviously disdainful of Hager's wizard without talent, knowledge and social status.

As noon approached, just as Sherlock and the other five had drunk the third glass of wine in their glasses, Slughorn suddenly said to Professor McGonagall and the other three with a smile.

"It's getting late, and you should prepare to go back for lunch. Minerva. I don't know if I can leave some private space for me and Sherlock. I have something to say to him."
Chapter completed!