Dear Mum and Dad,
I wrote to you two days ago about the adventure of Mike's gobstones and I mentioned that there was a story behind my first lesson on the second Monday. Well, here it is
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On Monday, John went to his first lesson. Sherlock had found a secret passageway which led to the third floor without having to use the Grand Staircase and so avoiding another confrontation from Anderson. They waited in line outside the door to the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom.
"So, who's the teacher?" John asked
Sherlock sniffed, "Head of Slytherin, Professor Baskerville. He's quite vile"
"He can't be that bad!"
Mike snorted, "Just you wait and see."
If the creaky door opening in a slow and sinister fashion wasn't ominous enough, the small, dark figure hiding in the corner alluded to what was to come.
His voice was harsh and he watched the students with a cold intolerant eye as they filed silently into the room.
John followed Sherlock and Mike who sat in seats