Just a Defense Against The Dark Arts Professor

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House, Will and Owl

Sherlock got out of the taxi, unskilledly, he took out a few pounds from his pocket and paid the driver for the ride.

Standing on the side of the road, he couldn't help being fascinated by the dilapidated house in front of him.

It had almost been a week since he came to this world.

Sherlock Forrest was somewhat typical Western English name, and he had long been used being called it.

This is a very clichéd transmigration story.

Charles, a fresh graduate living in China in the 21st century, was accidentally hit by an electric car on his way to his first job interview in his past life.

When he woke up again, he found that he had taken over the body of a young British man lying on a hospital bed.

The environment suddenly changed, and Charles, who was very unfamiliar with everything around him, was very confused at first.

But he had always controlled his emotions fairly well, and he didn't make any drastic actions in the hospital, nor did he say anything wrong.

After a detailed examination by a group of blond doctors, they came to the condition of Charles who had passed over.

Amnesia is caused by a blow to the head or a traumatic event.

This is no doubt that Charles, who didn't know anything about the situation and didn't even inherit his bodies owners memory, amnesia was a good alibi.

Even his poorly spoken English could explain the situation.

After that, he had the excuse of amnesia, and he also openly learned from the doctor in the hospital all kinds of information about the body he possessed in this world.

Sherlock Forest is an ordinary 20-year-old unemployed single man in Surrey, England.

At home, he fell from the second floor because of an accident and fainted.

Fortunately, the kind neighbour next door discovered it in time and sent him to the hospital.

When he woke up again, the original Sherlock became the Sherlock who had transmigrated.

He was now in the United Kingdom in the year 1992. This country was going through a period of economic decline. The northern superpower has just announced its disintegration. Less than a year later, the whole of Europe appeared to be going through a depression.

In the coming August, most European countries will be caught in a financial crisis caused by currency devaluation, and the UK will likely be the most affected.

This was the only major event that Charles remembered that happened in the UK this year for Charles, who had occasionally attended several major finance courses in his spare time.

He never dared to think that this plot that would only appear in novels would actually happen to him.

After two days in the hospital, he gradually accepted this fact.

Originally, Charles was a person who went with the flow. In his previous life, he was an orphan. Except for a bunch of friends, he met in school, he had no one who was close to him.

It may not be a bad thing for him to travel to England at the end of the 20th century.

With the vision and knowledge far beyond this era, he might be able to get rid of his original anti-social life.

Sherlock, who accepted his reality, could be regarded as officially accepting the identity of Sherlock.


After staying in the hospital for two more days, being confirmed by the doctor that he had no other problems, he was released directly from the hospital.

Sherlock in this world doesn't seem to have any relatives either.

A week has passed for such a big event as hospitalization and amnesia, and there wasn't anyone who came to visit him.

For Sherlock, who did not inherit the memory of his predecessor, this was naturally the best possible situation.

If he really had relatives like this person's parents, he wouldn't know how to deal with it.

But Sherlock didn't seem to be completely unattended for.

Until he was discharged from the hospital, the doctor did not ask him to ask for his medical expenses.

After telling him that he could be discharged from the hospital, he handed him a note, telling him that the address written on it was his home.

Sherlock used the few pounds he had in his pocket to take a taxi to his home in this world, which was written on the address.

To be honest, this two-story building looks a bit shabby from the outside.

The walls outside had already begun to crack, and the floor tiles in front of the house were also full of cracks. The weeds in the yard were not taken care of for a long time, and the iron gate in front of the yard was covered with rust marks.

At first glance, people who didn't know who lived there probably subconsciously thought that this was a haunted house where some old witch lived.

Sherlock, who had come to his senses, shook his head and smiled bitterly.

Whether it's a normal house or a haunted house, it's already very good for him to have a house now, so he couldn't be so picky.

At the same time, looking at the broken house in front of him, his eyes became firmer.

But it's just like starting from scratch.

Before the transmigration, he was an orphan who was able to get into a famous domestic institution of higher learning and won a national scholarship.

In this world, with the advantage of foresight, he really doesn't believe that his future life will be worse than before!

Sherlock, who was determined, clenched his fists slightly, stood in front of the house, and whispered two words to himself.

"work hard!"

However, before he walked into his house with firm steps, the sound of the car turning off suddenly sounded behind him.

Sherlock looked back in surprise and found a top-of-the-line luxury car parked behind him. He had lived for more than 20 years and had only seen the logo on TV.

The car door opened, and an old man with white hair and clean clothes, the price of the old man's clothes could have compared to all the clothes he had worn in his previous life multiplied by 10.

"Young master, congratulations on your discharge, but unfortunately on the day you were discharged, Master's condition deteriorated and he is now in the hospital."

Just when Sherlock was still in a daze, the old man bowed and handed a document to him.

"Master said that your memory loss is not a bad thing, and he doesn't want to continue to make trouble with you like this."

"As long as you are willing to promise never to have contact with those people again, then his title and family property is yours."

"After all, you are his flesh and blood, and he doesn't want to give his cold-blooded relatives the noble titles handed down from his ancestors and the family property he has worked hard for most of his life for cheap."

"This contract is both an agreement and a will. As long as you are willing to sign it, you can inherit all the properties of the Cavendish family."

Looking at Sherlock, who was standing in the same place and was shocked by his words, he still didn't respond. The old man sighed deeply. shoved the will into his hand.

"Young master, don't be angry with the master... Forget it, you don't remember anything now. But your father wants you to inherit the title of the Cavendish family. If you change your mind after thinking about it, just call the number in the will

, and I will take you to see the master as soon as possible."

After finishing speaking, the old man sat back in the car, and the black car started and drove away slowly.

After standing in a daze for more than ten minutes, Sherlock was startled by the sound of a horn on the road.

He looked blankly at the will in his hand and looked blankly at the dilapidated house in front of him.

So, in this world, he is a rich second generation who left home in anger?

His cheap father is still seriously ill and will die in the near future.

As long as he signs this will, the hard work and hard work he said before will never fall on him again like the ink he writes out of his pen.

Sherlock, whose brain was blanked by the ups and downs of life, stared blankly at the clear sky, except for a black spot in the sky in the distance.

A wanton smirk gradually appeared on his face, and he muttered to himself again.

"Go and work hard! I want to have fun!"

While he was speaking, the black spot on the horizon was getting closer and closer, and an owl stretched its wings, gliding over Sherlock's head like a bomber, and at the same time dropping its own "bomb".

A letter printed with lions, snakes, eagles, badgers, and four animals surrounding the H badge hit Sherlock's smiling face.

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