Just a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

Early the next morning.

Silk and Sherlock were sitting at the dining table having breakfast together with normal expressions.

None of them mentioned what happened last night, it was as if they both had the same dream together.

But what has happened cannot be treated as nothing happened.

The relationship between them seems to be the same as before, but in fact it has become more subtle.

"Are you going out today?"

Hilke looked up and asked as he sipped his sandwich.

Sherlock was holding a cup of morning tea in his hand, focusing on today's Daily Prophet spread out on the table. .

"There are still some unfinished matters. Kingsley and I have an appointment for a meeting today."

After saying that, he put down the empty teacup, stood up and stretched.

"I won't come back for lunch. If you feel bored at home, you can go to No. 12 Grimmauld Place to chat with Mrs. Weasley. I took you there once. You should still remember the location."

"Um."

A smile appeared on Silk's face.

"Then come back early tonight."

Sherlock, who was putting on his coat, also smiled at her.

"Let's make steak for dinner. I'll bring some red wine back from London."

There are no extra words, just this brief dialogue is enough to reflect the changes in the relationship between the two.

Sherlock only used Apparition after walking out of the house.

The next second, his figure emerged in Diagon Alley.

It's summer vacation now, although the return of the mysterious man has made the entire magical world panic.

But thanks to Sherlock's performance and the Ministry of Magic's announcement, as well as the fact that after so many days, there was still no movement from the Death Eaters, the initially tense atmosphere has now gradually eased.

Even in the early morning, there is a lot of traffic in Diagon Alley. After all, this is the largest wizarding business district in the entire British island, and there is never a shortage of customers.

Sherlock wore a large robe today and covered his face with a hood.

It's not that he wants to hide his head and tail, but with his current popularity in the magic world, if he dares to walk on the street like this, he will definitely be surrounded by a large group of fanatical wizards.

Under Scrimgeour's deliberate instructions, the Ministry of Magic has minimized Sherlock's influence.

But there is still no way to suppress his popularity among the people.

The knife aimed at Voldemort's chest shocked people so much that many wizards began to feel that the Dark Lord was not really invincible.

It's not like the Ministry of Magic has never thought of digging up some dirty information about Sherlock to reduce his influence.

But no one in the Daily Prophet seemed willing to write news that slandered him. Even Rita Skeeter, who had been missing from the front-end for a few months and became somewhat taciturn after her return, rejected Scrimgeour's offer. Hint, claiming that he is a reporter who only digs out the truth and reports the truth with a bottom line. m.biqμgètν

In this way, Sherlock walked along Diagon Alley to the Leaky Cauldron.

There were already some resident wizards eating breakfast in this dilapidated bar. Sherlock's arrival did not alarm anyone, only a few old witches wearing wide wizard hats glanced at him.

Before Old Tom, the owner of the bar, came to entertain him, Sherlock had already come to the corner and sat down opposite a dark-skinned wizard.

Kingsley, who was drinking butterbeer and eating jam bread by himself, saw Sherlock's face clearly and smiled immediately.

"I thought you would come later. Have you had breakfast? Would you like some bread?"

Sherlock didn't take off his hat, but he still leaned back in his chair relaxedly in front of Kingsley.

"Unlike you, I've already had fresh milk and delicious sandwiches at home. It tastes much better than the jam bread made by that old man Tom."

Kingsley laughed dumbly, and he stuffed the last bite of bread into his mouth without thinking.

"How many Aurors can experience such a life?"

"You don't have any thoughts about starting a family in the future?"

"People like us are a drag on the family, so I won't harm anyone. Moody's current retirement life is actually pretty good."

"He is an old bachelor and you still think his life is good? Come on, Kingsley, listen to me, stop being brainwashed by his words, find someone you like and get married. Not only will this not Interfering with your work will also make what you're doing feel more meaningful."

Kingsley smiled bitterly and shook his head.

"We're not talking about this today, let's talk about it later."

Seeing that he didn't want to continue talking about this topic, Sherlock directly got to the point.

"Did he promise to come?"

"In fact, he is very happy to meet you. He graduated from Hogwarts four years older than you, and he was in the same college as you at school. After knowing that you had something to ask him, he was so excited that he almost went crazy. He said he was going to wear a white T-shirt under his robe and wanted you to sign it. "

After hearing Kingsley's words, Sherlock looked a little strange.

"Why does it sound like such a person doesn't seem like someone who can do this kind of work?"

"Don't say you don't think so, no one in the Department of Affairs thinks his character is consistent with his current status." Kingsley said with a headache, "But his ability is indeed beyond doubt, otherwise he would not have entered the Ministry of Magic. In less than ten years, this has been achieved.”

While they were chatting, Kingsley's eyes suddenly glanced at the door of the Leaky Cauldron.

"Look, he's already here."

As he spoke, he raised a hand and waved to the wizard who had just walked into the bar.

"Bloom, here."

The wizard named Bloom is a fat man with light blond hair. He is not tall, but he looks as round as a meat ball.

Sherlock glanced at it and subconsciously overlapped the image of Harry's little cousin Dudley with the wizard.

After hearing Kingsley's greeting, Bloom's little eyes suddenly lit up, and he quickly walked to their table.

He moved a bench from the table next to him and sat down on it. The poor chair made a tooth-piercing groan.

Sherlock could feel Old Tom, who was cleaning wine glasses at the bar, looking at them worriedly, as if he was afraid that he would suffer losses that he should not have suffered because of this fat man today.

After Bloom sat down, his bright little eyes were fixed on Sherlock, and then he stretched out his fat hand like a rough radish with five branches.

"Oh, my God! Hello, Mr. Forrest, my name is Mel Bloom. I am the Silent Man in charge of the Time Chamber in the Department of Mysteries." The class professor just updated, Chapter 365 Mel Bloom is free to read.

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