Just a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

The sound of Rohr going downstairs gradually faded away, and Sherlock sat at the table beside the bed and read a newspaper from three days ago.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Karkaroff and Rohr walking out of the bar together, and then used Apparition to leave.

Soon, another group of wizards came to the Leaky Cauldron, all wearing the official robes of the Ministry of Magic.

Apparently someone reported this matter to the Ministry of Magic as soon as possible after Karkaroff and the others left. The wizards who came now were all Aurors.

They came to the bar to conduct a simple investigation, asked what happened, and then left.

It wasn't that the Aurors didn't do anything, it was just that there was really nothing to understand.

Karkaroff and Rolle came to the Leaky Cauldron and left without finding the person they were looking for. They couldn't analyze anything from the information about a little girl.

After the Aurors also left, Tom continued to wipe the bar with lingering fear, and most of the guests in the hall also left.

The wizards were all frightened by what just happened. Fortunately, the two people who came were Karkaroff and Roll, who were not known for being crazy among the Death Eaters.

If Bellatrix Lestrange and her husband Rodolphus Lestrange were the two lunatics who came, someone would definitely suffer today.

Upstairs, after Sherlock made sure that all the Death Eaters and Aurors had left, he gently lifted the foot of the bed.

"Come out, they're all gone."

There was a rustling sound, as if something crawled out from under the bed, and then a small head emerged from the air, looking at Sherlock with clear and bright eyes.

The little girl wrapped her body in an invisibility cloak, leaving only one head exposed. At first glance, it looked like a severed head floating in the air, which was a bit scary.

The girl is only six or seven years old. She has blond hair and is very beautiful. Her face is as delicate as a porcelain doll. The most eye-catching thing is her eyes, which are bright and smart.

Sherlock looked at her, holding the tea cup and taking a sip of black tea.

"What is your name?"

"Amy."

The little girl's voice was soft, with a milky smell, but her tone was very calm, and she didn't sound like a child of this age at all.

"What's your full name? What's your last name?" Sherlock looked at her and asked.

Amy shook her head.

"Dad said we couldn't talk."

Sherlock raised his eyebrows.

"Did your father send you here?"

Amy nodded again.

Sherlock could guess that the Death Eaters wanted to catch her, and it was probably related to her family. Otherwise, a child was not old enough to even attend a magic school, so there was no point in catching her.

"Tom downstairs doesn't know you live here?"

Amy tilted her head and said.

"He knew it from the beginning, but he didn't know it after his father left."

Sherlock thought for a moment and then understood what she meant.

"Your father asked him to forget about this?"

""Forget everything", that old man forgot both Amy and Dad."

Amy stretched out her white fingers from the invisibility cloak and turned them in circles in the air, repeating the movements of the Forgetting Curse, as if she was showing Sherlock the scene at that time.

The girl's father was also wary. He also knew that Death Eaters might come after his daughter, so he left her an invisibility cloak and erased Tom's memory of them.

Sherlock felt the trouble caused by this Amy.

She may not have much, but her father definitely has some background, and the Death Eaters probably wanted to arrest her because of her father.

But Amy's father still didn't choose to take her with him. Instead, he hid in the Leaky Cauldron. Obviously, his current situation was not good either.

Sherlock frowned and looked back at the little girl, finding that she was staring at the plate of cookies on his table.

Amy also saw the way he looked over, blinked and asked.

"Can Amy eat it?"

She wasn't acting coquettishly or begging, it was more like she was visiting a friend's house, saw the food she liked and asked normally.

Sherlock pulled out the chair for her, indicating that the plate belonged to her.

Amy put down the invisibility cloak and did not sit down at the table immediately. Instead, she trotted to the bathroom to wash her hands and then ran back.

"Thanks."

She bowed to Sherlock to thank him, and finally sat down on the chair to eat biscuits.

Amy's tutoring is very good, and she is not at all naughty as a child of this age should be.

While she was eating the cookie, Sherlock continued to ask.

"Then why did you hide in my room?"

When Amy talks, she will swallow all the food in her mouth before speaking.

"Amy feels safer here."

"How do you feel?" Sherlock asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Dad said that Amy's feelings are always accurate. If you have any doubts about something, just follow your feelings."

When she said this, she showed a hint of childish pride, which made Sherlock feel like she was a bit childish.

"Then how did you eat before?"

"Amy would wear the invisibility cloak herself to get the food."

"Stealing from the bar?"

"No, Amy will pay, two knuts for a loaf, and put it in the cash box at the bar. Dad said stealing is wrong, so Amy won't steal."

She held the biscuit in her hand and blinked at Sherlock, as if asking him if he had any more questions? If not, she would have to eat the cookies in peace.

Sherlock looked at her and smiled. He thought this little girl named Amy was very cute.

"Eat, we'll talk after you finish."

Then Sherlock brought her back a glass of hot milk. Amy ate very slowly and chewed her food carefully. It took her nearly half an hour to finish less than half of a plate of biscuits.

When she was full, she turned around and looked at Sherlock with those bright eyes.

"Can Amy come here to play in the future?"

Sherlock did not answer her immediately, but continued to ask questions.

"How long does your father want you to live here?"

"Dad said that Amy should wait here for him to come back. If he doesn't come back within a week, let Amy go with the person she feels is right."

"Follow whoever feels right to you?"

Sherlock frowned. This girl's father felt strange, like he was responsible but also very irresponsible.

"How long has your father been gone?"

Amy sat on a high chair, dangling her feet in white socks. A small white calf was exposed under the trousers, and she opened a small palm towards Sherlock.

"Five days."

She didn't seem to be scared or nervous at all. For a little girl of six or seven years old, her parents were away from her for so many days without crying or making trouble. She took good care of herself, which was very rare even in the magical world.

"What about Amy's mother?"

"There is no mother." There was no sadness or sadness in Amy's words, but a little bit of pride. "Dad said that Amy is his unique baby and cannot share Amy with others, so Amy does not have a mother." ”

Sherlock also understood her family situation. Either her parents were divorced or her mother died very early, so her father would say such words to comfort the child.

This little girl named Amy will obviously cause trouble, but Sherlock doesn't really want to get rid of this trouble.

Maybe it's because he has been a professor for two years, and he feels protective when seeing children. Maybe it's because Amy is very obedient, which makes Sherlock feel pity. Maybe it's because of fate that Sherlock feels that this little girl is very good. Eye rim.

He wanted to help this little girl.

"If Amy's father hasn't come to pick her up after two days, Amy can come to me." Sherlock smiled and stretched out his hand to her, "My name is John Watson, nice to meet you. you."

Amy tilted her head and looked at Sherlock's outstretched hand.

"If Amy follows John, it will cause trouble for John."

Sherlock winked at her.

"John is not afraid of trouble."

The girl pursed her lips and stretched out her little hand to hold Sherlock's hand.

"Nice to meet you too, John."

After the two got to know each other, they quickly started playing wizard chess to pass the time.

At lunch, Sherlock knew that she had been eating bread for almost every meal in the past five days, so he specially asked for some more food from Tom and shared it with her.

It was not until evening that Amy said goodbye to Sherlock and returned to room 10 next door.

Snape found Sherlock before it got dark.

"I have prepared the medicine and we can go and deliver it."

Sherlock looked at him in surprise.

"So fast? Doesn't it take three days?"

Snape looked disdainful.

"It's just a bottle of vitality tonic. Only garbage will last three days."

Although he was talking big words, it was clear that Snape had been refining potions in the room. This made Sherlock, who had been playing wizard chess with the little girl all day, a little ashamed, and he coughed twice.

"Ahem, cough, cough, you are indeed a master of potions. Let's go, let's go deliver the goods, and see how much she can charge for my bottle of healing potion."

The two of them left the Leaky Cauldron together and returned to the extraordinary potion shop. The witch who signed a contract with them last time was still in the shop this time.

The witch was particularly surprised that they delivered the potion in advance and the quality of the potion was extremely high.

She was full of praise for Snape's craftsmanship, and also gave Sherlock the price of the bottle of healing potion.

"Our pharmacist has not detected the ingredients in your bottle of medicine, but the therapeutic effect is better than most medicines on the market, even reaching the same level as Bai Xian essence."

The witch did not belittle the effectiveness of the potion just to lower the price, and was obviously prepared to cooperate with Sherlock for a long time.

"But because it is a new medicine, the price will not be as high as that of white fresh essence. If you just want to sell the finished product, I can only give you half the price of white fresh essence. If you want to sell the formula, we can give you the price. It’s easy to negotiate, and you can even sign an agreement to share it proportionately.”

The conditions she offered were very sincere. If Sherlock really had the potion formula, he might agree to sell the formula to her directly.

The formula of the healing potion only contains magic stone fragments. Of course, he cannot sell this kind of thing, so he can only sell the finished product directly.

"As you said, half the price of white essence is good. I remember the price of white essence on the market, a small bottle is basically around 30 galleons."

The witch seemed a little disappointed with his decision, but the business must continue, she said.

"The price of a bottle of white fresh essence in my store is 34 Galleons. If you sell the finished product for that bottle of potion, I can offer you 17 Galleons."

Sherlock narrowed his eyes, his smile full of the smell of getting rich.

He had never thought before that a healing potion made from magic stone fragments could be sold for so much money. For him, this was a completely costless business. One bottle sold would net him 17 galleons.

The complete version of the magic stone can not only make the elixir of life, but also have the effect of turning stones into gold. The magic stone fragments also inherited part of the "Midas that turns stone into gold". The healing potions produced alone can create a huge fortune.

"How long does it take to refine this potion?" the witch then asked.

Sherlock didn't say the output was too high. There were so many things, and if people knew that this potion was easy to make and the materials were cheap, the price would definitely be lowered.

"I can provide you with five bottles a month. The refining process is not troublesome, but some of the materials are very scarce, similar to fresh ones." He smacked his lips and said.

Snape on the side couldn't help but twitching his lips when he saw him like this.

After getting to know each other these days, looking at Sherlock like this, he knew that he was deceiving people.

The witch acted surprised.

"Five bottles is already a lot! If you can keep supplying this quantity, then our store can make this the main product. When the price rises in the future, we can also increase the purchase price."

The hostess of this store is very generous with her business and makes people feel comfortable working with her.

After finalizing the purchase price of the treatment potion, Sherlock privately pulled Snape aside.

"The finished product of my bottle of medicine is very low, and it doesn't take time. If you want, you can place an order for refining the medicine."

Snape said coldly.

"The money you sell is yours, and the money I make from refining the medicine is mine. What does it have to do with you making money? I have nothing to do here. I just use her materials to practice my techniques."

Sherlock patted him on the shoulder.

"We are all grasshoppers on the same rope. How can we divide what is yours and what is mine? We are already separated."

"Go away, don't get close to me!"

Snape is a tough talker. In fact, he is in a period of confusion right now. He doesn't know what to do except save Lily. Refining the medicine can calm his mind and pass the time.

After everything was settled, Sherlock sold all the seven bottles of healing potions he had on hand to the witch, earning a total of 119 galleons, and his wallet was instantly full.

Now the problem of his and Snape's survival here has been completely solved, and they no longer have any worries.

As for returning to the correct timeline, they don't have a clue yet. Sherlock can only focus on one thing that is also very important. Returning to this time will give him a chance to understand.

That's what's wrong with the original owner's parents.