I Was Spotted By Grindelwald and Went To Hogwarts

"Who is Miss Sherlock Hawke?"

The man who delivered the long package asked standing outside the door.

Sherlock stood up doubtfully: "I just..."

"Here is your package." The other party handed over what he was holding.

Sherlock became even more confused: "I didn't buy anything in Diagon Alley or anywhere, and aren't packages delivered by owls? Also, why is it delivered at this time..."

The more she spoke, the tighter her brows furrowed, and her tone became unkind.

In fact, Sherlock had reached his hand behind her, which was the pocket where she kept her wand.

"Pfft..." Sean almost laughed.

Colton's temple twitched violently several times.

However, as someone who understands the current situation, it makes sense for Sherlock to be so cautious...

Others who didn't know the inside story also followed Sherlock's words and became suspicious. Indeed, someone suddenly appeared, and he was delivering express in the middle of the night. It was not normal...

Seeing that other people were coming around, the wizard who delivered the package immediately panicked. He put down the package in fear and ran away: "I'm just an errand boy..."

Sherlock was about to chase after him to see what was going on, but Colton pulled him back. He cleared his throat and said calmly: "Use your brain, this is Hogwarts, and the professors will not let such a suspicious person in." From the castle—isn’t it your birthday today? I guess it’s one of your relatives or friends.”

Sean suppressed his laughter and nodded in agreement: "Hogwarts is still very well guarded now. If you can come in and deliver things openly, it means there is no problem. Sherlock, you are overthinking it."

After hearing what they said, Sherlock touched his earlobe and said, "It seems so."

Sean secretly glanced at Colton, who had a stiff face, and said with a smile: "Look at the package. It should be a gift from someone else. There must be a greeting card, so don't you know who sent it?"

"It makes sense." Sherlock suddenly realized.

The package was quickly opened, and the onlookers immediately exclaimed.

Inside is an extremely beautiful broomstick with a special color. The broomstick is made of ash wood and is streamlined and extremely smooth. It has not only been treated with a polish as hard as diamonds, but also engraved with little devils. A commemorative plaque for the curse.

It is the commemorative Firebolt that was just released.

Sherlock's eyes widened suddenly. She held up the broomstick in disbelief, her eyes excited.

This is something she has longed for for a long time. She has saved all her money since graduation just for this flying broomstick. However, she did not grab the commemorative model that was released yesterday.

She was very disappointed that she couldn't give herself a birthday gift, but what she didn't expect was that it came to her again.

"Oh my god..." Sherlock couldn't help but sigh, and then he rummaged through the package again, "My parents don't have that many galleons, and my brother's pocket money is less than when I was in school, aunt? But I remember that she and her uncle just bought a set of retro magic furniture, and they even had a meal with me a few days ago..."

Sherlock could not imagine that his relatives and friends would give him such expensive things. It was not that the relationship between them was not good, but that this thing was really expensive and difficult to buy.

After searching for a long time, she finally found a hanging card under the branch of the broomstick.

"Happy birthday to you."

There are only brief congratulations on the greeting card, without the sender's signature.

Someone who knew Sherlock exclaimed: "Wow, no matter who gave it to you, that person must have a very good relationship with you. If it's a boy, he must have a crush on you."

Others also agreed, there was still a lot of thought put into this Firebolt.

Only Sherlock frowned in confusion after being excited and excited, and she muttered: "My friends, I will definitely not forget them. You almost all know the people I know best, and why don't you sign it... Tsk , this is troublesome, you can’t return it even if you want to.”

Sean could clearly feel Colton shifting uneasily next to him.

He added: "The birthday gift cannot be returned."

Sherlock shook his head: "That won't work. It's so expensive and I don't know who gave it to me. I feel uneasy because I won't be able to find anyone to return the gift in the future."

"Use it first. Once the Firebolt is sold, it cannot be returned or exchanged if there is no quality problem. The money will be spent anyway." Sean said helplessly, spreading his hands to Colton, which meant that he had tried his best. .

Colton shifted uncomfortably again, but remained silent.

I have to say that the birthday surprise prepared this time was a bit embarrassing... Sean could only think so in his heart.

Who would have thought that after he said a few words, Sherlock looked over suspiciously.

"Sean..."

"Huh?" Sean scratched his head in confusion.

Sherlock came to Sean with the Firebolt. She reluctantly touched the beautiful broomstick, then sighed and handed it to Sean.

"Oh, I knew it was from you, so you don't regard the money as money -" she sighed first, and then waved her hand heartbrokenly, "Take it, take it, I shouldn't keep talking about it in front of you. Yes. I know you mean well and you are very generous, but it is really too expensive, and..."

Sherlock patted Sean on the shoulder and said sadly: "I have always regarded you as a good friend, but we are not suitable! Really..."

Everyone: "..."

Sean: "..."

"No, what are you thinking?" Sean didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "I don't mean that to you, and this is not a gift from me."

"Ah?" Sherlock touched his earlobe again, "Besides a wealthy person like you, who else would give such an expensive gift without signing it?"

"...In your mind, I just have the image of a rich man?"

Colton was probably passed out.

Sean shook his head helplessly and handed the Firebolt back to Sherlock: "I really didn't give it to you, right, Mr. Sterling?"

Don't blame me for betraying you - your gift-giving strategy failed, and Daisy and Hermione are looking at me strangely now. It's none of my business whether I'm a good friend or not.

Sherlock looked at Mr. Colton Sterling in disbelief.

The latter cleared his throat, moved his neck unnaturally, and then said to Sherlock in the same cold and mocking tone: "If you don't like it, you can return it to me. I'm collecting it." There is still some interest.”

Sherlock was dumbfounded. She looked Colton back and forth, up and down, seeing Colton's face getting darker and darker. When he was about to explode, he said suspiciously: "Oh - beat me to it that day. Were you the one who ordered the broomstick earlier?"

Colton sneered: "So what?"

Sherlock sneered back: "I think you did it on purpose - hum, did you do anything to this Firebolt?"

"I have an idea for you, do I need to use this clumsy method? How many times have you been fooled into finding those jobs after graduation? Besides, you are terrible."

"You fart! You ruin my job opportunities every time, okay!"

"I'm trying to save your last bit of face as a Hogwarts graduate. After all, you were raised as a blood slave by a vampire, robbed by goblins, and defrauded of money by antique dealers... It sounds weird, doesn't it?"

"Oh? Does this mean that I still want to be grateful to you?"

"Isn't that what you should do? Miss Hawke."

Somehow, Sean anticipated a lot of possible conversations between the two, but in the end he returned to his normal self.

He winked at the others and slowly exited the room.

Just leave this place of right and wrong to these two duplicitous men and women.

After walking out of the house, Daisy stretched, and then touched her abdomen distressedly: "I'm not full yet..."

Sean looked at his watch: "According to their habits, they will have to argue for at least half an hour."

Daisy's face dropped, and she shook her hand with a headache: "That's not a quarrel, that's Senior Sherlock being unilaterally crushed by Colton - but, do you think Colton is Never been in love?"

Sean thought about it carefully and nodded: "It should be so. It feels like the boy in kindergarten pulling the pigtails of the girl at the desk."

"That's right, and he suddenly gave such an expensive Firebolt without paying for it. How could a normal girl accept such an expensive gift?" Daisy nodded repeatedly.

"But Sherlock originally thought it was from me, and she was going to return it to me - when she heard it was from Colton, she grabbed it in her hand and wouldn't let go." Sean said what he had just observed. Condition.

He and Daisy looked at each other, shook their heads and sighed: "What a sin..."

Only Hermione, who was behind them, stared at the two of them with strange eyes. After a moment, she asked suspiciously: "Why do you look so experienced?"

The little white flower blinked guiltily. Sean, the veteran, didn't change his expression. He even pulled his collar proudly: "This is talent. Haha, Miss Granger, I have been attracted by beautiful women since I was a child." Surrounded by girls~"

Hermione sneered: "Ugh, shameless."

When they reached the fork in the road, the little white flower who was not full shouted to go to the kitchen to find some midnight snacks and desserts, but Sean and Hermione, who couldn't resist her, had no choice but to follow her.

However, since the house elves were too enthusiastic about Sean after gaining the power of Hufflepuff, Sean let the little white flower go in alone, while he and Hermione stood outside chatting.

Today's birthday dinner started after the dinner in the auditorium, so by this time, almost no one was wandering in the corridors of the castle.

The only sounds in the empty stone path were the low voices of Sean and Hermione.

After joking a few words about Colton and Sherlock, Hermione pretended to look around unintentionally, and then looked at Sean, her lips trembling a few times but saying nothing.

Seeing that she was a little strange, Sean leaned over and said with a smile, "What's wrong? The hot-tempered Miss Granger can still be coy?"

Hermione, who was still a little shy at first, suddenly became angry. She glared at Sean dissatisfied and said angrily: "Yes, yes, I should go straight to the point, right?"

Sean blinked when he heard that the other party was a little unhappy. He was not sure why the usual jokes suddenly made the other party's mood worse.

However, just like a sunny day in England, Hermione's bad face went away as quickly as it came. She took a deep breath as if to mentally build herself up, and when she looked at Sean again, her attitude was much better.

The girl's cheek twitched, she rubbed against the stone wall, and then whispered: "Sean, I'm very happy about what happened before..."

"Before?" Sean was about to blurt out and ask what happened subconsciously, but he immediately realized that if you want to be a successful scumbag, it is very important to think what girls want.

However, just as he was thinking hard about Hermione's thoughts, the latter suddenly smiled brightly and angrily: "Okay, don't think about it there..."

"Ahem, no."

Hermione pursed her lips and said, "I said, last time you...you hugged me and said those words to me, I was very happy."

Only then did Sean react. It was at the end of last school year. He took advantage of the last effect of the Felixir to play a trick and successfully revealed in front of Hermione, "I'm tired but I can't say it." , I can only rely on you for a short time." The cowardly image. .

Um, Hermione said she was happy?

The girl was still talking in a low voice: "I...I admit, there were many times before that I felt that the reason you hid everything from me wasn't because you didn't trust me enough, but because you weren't...intimate enough..."

The word 'intimacy' seemed to consume a lot of oxygen from Hermione. She took a few deep breaths before continuing: "Because, many things can only be said to the people closest to you. I am your good friend, but it is not as intimate as that. …That’s what I thought at the time.”

"However, after you said those words to me, I know that you have actually shouldered a lot. I...I feel very sad, but I don't know how to express it, and sometimes I still feel that... You know, just all kinds of ideas.”

She raised her head, her eyes bright: "It wasn't until you told me those things about gods and guilt a few days ago that I understood. It's not that you don't want to say it, it's that you can't say it. You are protecting me and don't want me to get involved. Getting into more disputes... I'm sorry, I have too many useless ideas."

"But..." she immediately added, "I'm also very happy that you can tell me those things and that you can show your tiredness in front of me. I still don't know how to help you or what to do. You relax, but I do feel happy - does that sound weird?"

Sean listened silently until after these words, he couldn't help but laugh.

Hermione gritted her teeth again: "You will laugh at me! I knew it! I shouldn't have any true confession to you... Bah! It's not a confession, it's just..."

Because of the word 'confession', the girl unexpectedly panicked.

Sean took a step forward and held the other person's flailing little hand.

Hermione paused and fell into rare silence.

Sean smiled and said: "I know what you mean, and..."

He lowered his voice, with sincerity and earnestness, even a little boy's shyness: "I, I did only express that to you. I was exhausted at that time... Ahem, anyway, you know what I mean. enough."