Just a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

Summer vacation time passes quickly.

Three weeks before the start of school, Sherlock and Silk went to Diagon Alley together.

Although Hilke bought the yard next to his, he actually lived in it less than half the time.

Sherlock specially prepared a room for her at home for her to live in, and even provided three meals a day.

Just like Sherlock promised to Eddie at his grave, he will try his best to take good care of the former Amy and now Vera, and help his friend make up for his negligence as a father.

During this summer vacation, it was not the first time that Sherlock came to Diagon Alley. In other words, he came very frequently, basically coming every three days.

Today, Hilke suddenly asked to come to purchase some things, so the two of them went together.

Since August, there have been more and more young faces in Diagon Alley.

The little wizards who have not been away from school for a long time must purchase all kinds of books and stationery they need when school starts as soon as possible.

"I'm going to Gringotts to pick up some things. Do you want to come with me?" Sherlock asked.

Silk shook his head.

"If I don't go there, I'll just buy some things on the street."

Sherlock certainly had no problem with this.

"Then let's meet up at the Leaky Cauldron later."

After agreeing on a time, the two separated on the central street of Diagon Alley.

Sherlock did not go directly to his destination, but found a remote corner, put the mask he had prepared on his face, turned into a member of the Lestrange family, and then walked straight to the In Gringotts in the center of Diagon Alley.

As soon as he entered, Griphook saw a headache-looking expression on his face. He was obviously somewhat conflicted, but he still moved forward to greet him.

"Mr. Lestrange," he called down.

Sherlock looked at him condescendingly.

"I'm going to trouble you again today, Griphook."

Even though he was extremely dissatisfied, Griphook still said politely.

“It’s our job to serve our customers.”

But at this time he couldn't help but complain.

"But Mr. Lestrange, if you have any needs, you can ask us. As long as we can do it, we will satisfy it."

Sherlock sneered.

"I want to find something in my family's treasure house, do I need your help?"

"Gringotts has a business of helping customers inventory their properties. If you need it, we can give you a list of your vault properties in just one day."

Griphook said neither humble nor haughty.

However, Sherlock did sneer and said sarcastically.

"Then why don't you tell me your charging standards for this business? Let me guess how much the service fee is. It has already risen to five percent, right?"

Griphook lowered his head and said.

"Five percent is not much, sir. As long as you pay this small reward, you can know everything about the wealth accumulated by your family over the past thousands of years. This is quite a deal."

"Tell these words to a fool, and he won't believe it." Sherlock snorted coldly, "Besides, no matter how good your reputation is, you are still not worthy of my complete trust. The goblins who have been arrested for committing crimes in the past two years are not worthy of my complete trust." No longer a minority.”

Hearing what he said, Griphook's dissatisfaction was palpable.

"You may question our fees, but please do not question the integrity of Gringotts, sir."

Sherlock waved his hand indifferently.

"In that case, stop talking nonsense to me and just do your job. Now take me to the vault."

Griphook had no choice but to take him on the trolley in the underground tunnel for the thirteenth time in less than two months, heading to the Lestrange family's family treasury.

After opening the door to the vault, Griphook was guarding the door obediently as usual, and only Sherlock went in.

The gold and silver treasures in the vault have been significantly reduced at this time.

This is the result of Sherlock's thirteen trips to Gringotts.

After studying the copying spells and fire spells on the treasures, he determined that these spells were attached to the entire Gringotts.

Within the territory of the goblins, there is basically no possibility of these two spells being lifted, and once something is taken away from Gringotts, the spells above will become ineffective.

If you want the goblin to help pack up all the treasures in the vault, you must personally remove the magic on these treasures that can only be touched by non-Lestrange family members, otherwise other goblins will not have the right to touch them. these treasures.

Including the inventory service that Griphook just proposed in the lobby, if you want to inventory the quantity, type and value of these treasures, Sherlock also needs to personally cancel the protective magic in the vault.

Of course, this is impossible for Sherlock, who is pretending to be a member of the Lestrange family.

He could only use this stupid method, take a part at a time, and after taking it out of Gringotts, the magic on it would be automatically released.

For this reason, Sherlock also spent a large sum of money to buy seven or eight pockets that were cast with a reinforced invisible stretching spell, but he basically made back all the money on just the first trip.

The Lestrange family's treasury is like a mountain of gold, and Sherlock is planning tirelessly to hollow out this mountain of gold.

There is nothing the Ministry of Magic can do to ban or deprive these people of their property, but Sherlock has no psychological burden.

Not only the Lestrange family's property, but also the family's lives, he would ruthlessly take away if there was a chance.

Using control magic, he skillfully filled the pockets he carried with him, and a large part of the various treasures in the vault were reduced.

Sherlock estimated the remaining amount in his heart, and he would need to come again twenty or thirty times to empty out everything here.

But he won't be so anxious anymore. Griphook's words today have revealed his impatience. If this continues, there's no telling when the goblins will become suspicious.

Anyway, the Lestrange family is still imprisoned in Azkaban, and Sherlock understands the principle of slow water flowing slowly.

After loading the things, he deliberately stayed in the vault for a while before walking out and returned to the hall with Griphook.

"I don't think I'll be back for a while."

Upon hearing his words, Griphook was stunned for a moment, and then immediately reacted, with unconcealable pleasure on his face.

"Ah, Mr. Lestrange, have you found what you were looking for?"

"I just found one temporarily." Sherlock turned and prepared to leave Gringotts. "If there is a need later, I will come again."

Griphook's excited face visibly stiffened, but he still let out a long sigh of relief when he saw Sherlock's retreating back.

No matter what happens in the future, at least sending this god of plague away now is enough.