The Game Is On (Johnlock)

Professors

 A Harry Potter/Sherlock crossover. This is purely the image above. I took all of it and put it into an easier format to read. I hope you liked the last one. I love you guys!

As per usual, inspired by Pinterest. 

All credit goes to the original author. 

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It seemed to be a sort of tradition that Hogwarts had to have at least one professor no one could stand. Before, when Harry Potter was around, it was the infamous Professor Snape. After that, there'd been an Arithmancy professor named Wiggins who was so unbearable that most students blocked him out of their memories completely. Now, there was Holmes.

He wasn't so bad - at least according to the girls who sighed and fawned over him. And some of the boys. Certainly enough, Holmes was good-looking, but that seemed to be a running trend among the staff lately. Professor Lestrade, in Transfiguration, couldn't go more than one afternoon without a student coming in for extra practice, usually with form. Professor Watson, who doubled as flying instructor and the dueling team's coach, had more broomstick and wand jokes aimed at him than anyone cared to hear in a lifetime. But he had an easy-going personality that made him easy to joke around with. Even the teensy-bit unbalanced potions master, Professor Moriarty, had a sort of deranged charm about him, and Nurse Molly was sweet and remembered all her patient's names. 

There was no longer a curse on the Defense Against the Dark Arts post, but after a week with Holmes, most students wished it would come back. He showed up five minutes late to the first lesson and then burst in with his trailing cloak, mouth going at a thousand miles a minute.

"Wands out, everyone, and you'd better behave responsibly if you've been trusted with them for three years. That means no poking, no unauthorized spells, and no being idiots, understand? Most professors like to say there's no such thing as a stupid question - I disagree; there are lots of stupid questions, especially if you don't listen. Take every word I say as gospel and don't fall asleep or I'll throw the closest projectile, and don't think I'll pity you if you can't deflect it in time. There'll be no skiving off, because I'll know if you're lying, and random pop quizzes through the term. We'll start with Shield Charms, something even the most inadequate first-years can grasp, shall we?"

Even if he hadn't talked to them like babies at the end, everyone hated him. 

Holmes was never happy with anyone, never smiled, and never gave praise, even if a student did something truly brilliant and inspired by his lessons. The closest he would get to complimenting someone was to lean back in his chair, feet on the desk, and say, "You could've done worse, I suppose. At least you didn't kill me." He only ever looked interested when a student lipped off in class or if Professor Lestrade showed up to have a word. 

That was another funny thing about Professor Holmes. He liked mysteries, but not in the way most people liked mysteries. He solved them, even mundane ones like missing magical creatures that escaped into the forest, or students who cheated on their exams. Professor Lestrade seemed to have a lot of trouble with cheaters, and Holmes always found them, which only made the student body resent him even further. 

His pursuits brought him to dueling club practice one day, where for the first time he met Professor Watson.  The moment he entered a hush fell over the students, causing Watson to look up in alarm; they all knew one of their number was going to get in big trouble. 

"So, the best technique would be to - guys?" asked Watson, turning to see Holmes in the door. His eyebrows rose. "Oh, Professor Holmes, what a pleasant surprise. Are you here for a lesson?" 

There were scattered giggles around the room as Holmes scowled. By then it was common knowledge that, though he was a genius in almost every other respect, Holmes was a terrible duelist. "Actually, I was going to correct your form," he retorted. Hushed "Ooooh"s spread across the room. Watson smirked slightly. "Really? And what's wrong with it?" 

"It's - ah - crooked." 

"Crooked?"

More giggles. "Perhaps it could be more improved if you didn't have a psychosomatic limp."

"Pardon?"

"You heard me loud and clear. Your limp is psychosomatic. It's all in your head."

"And what does that have to do with anything?" 

"Nothing, really. But I bet you ten Galleons I could fix it."

"Oh, really?"

"Flipendo!"

Watson dodged immediately away and shot back a spell of his own. They weren't even on the dueling tarmac, and students had to quickly back away against the walls as the fight very quickly got messy. Holmes either didn't know the rules of dueling or disregarded them completely, amplifying his voice and shrieking or shooting off blind sparks to disorient Watson before shooting a curse. Though, even then Professor Watson managed to keep the fight even. 

With an almost lazy flick of his wand, the spells momentarily stopped flying, and Watson snapped, "This isn't exactly a fair fight, Professor." The taller man grinned. "Oh, come one, Professor. Even your Muggle sister could do better after indulging her alcoholism." 

Watson dropped his wand and charged at him. For a moment, Holmes' eyes widened with pure panic before he immobilized Watson with a leg-locker jinx. He knelt at his colleague's side, handing back his wand. "I told you it was in your head," he smirked before getting up again to point at Miranda Hodgins. "You. With me to the Headmaster's office, now." 

He swept out, with Miranda timidly following and the remaining students in awe. Watson reversed the jinx and gaped after Homes while absently stretching his leg. Holmes was right; he hadn't limped at all during the entire fight.  

Most students thought the two would hate each other on principle after that incident, and were taken by surprise when the pair were practically inseparable from that moment on.