Just a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

After his arm was grabbed, Sherlock didn't make any movement at first.

But in fact, after seeing the wizard, his area of ​​control spread out. It seemed that his hand had been clamped, but in fact, he could use spells on the Scarface wizard at any time.

The wizard smiled at Sherlock.

The smiling face pulled the long and narrow scar on his face, making his smile extremely ferocious.

Sherlock also narrowed his eyes at this time.

"We know each other?"

Bloom was also stunned on the spot. He looked at the strange behavior of the wizard and thought at first that Sherlock had met someone familiar.

But the Scarface wizard did not answer Sherlock's question immediately. Instead, he let go of his hand and deliberately whispered.

"Don't leave in a hurry yet, come in with me."

After hearing his voice, Sherlock's expression suddenly froze.

Contrary to the wizard's appearance, his voice clearly gave people a sense of age, not like a middle-aged man, but more like an old man who had entered his twilight years.

And the voice was familiar yet a little strange, as if the name was on Sherlock's lips but he couldn't pronounce it.

Sherlock's face looked a little suspicious. After saying this to him, the scar-faced wizard walked directly into the courtyard.

Bloom glanced at the wizard, then at Sherlock, and asked doubtfully.

"You two know each other?"

Sherlock shook his head. He did not answer, but walked back to the yard with Bloom.

"Let's see what's going on first."

The scar-faced wizard seemed to be familiar with Mrs. Matthew. He walked directly through the garden path and sat on the terrace. Without noticing anything, he took out a teacup from his pocket and poured a cup of hot water. Tea.

"I heard what this kid said to you just now outside."

He said without any scruples, and his voice was still old and completely inconsistent with his appearance.

Regarding his performance, Mrs. Matthew did not show any disgust or dissatisfaction, but her tone was still full of sarcasm.

"We've already reached this situation. When will you dare to show up and come to my place?"

As if he didn't hear what she said, the scar-faced wizard drank all the tea in the cup, then put his hands on his stomach and leaned back on the recliner. This posture made Sherlock feel even more familiar. .

"It would be nice if there were more sugar cubes in the tea," he muttered.

Then he hummed twice as if nothing had happened, and said it in a slightly flattering and flattering tone.

"Just give me some face. What happened at that time was that old man Dumbledore did something wrong. It had nothing to do with Sherlock. You also know that it's not easy for him now, so just do him a favor."

Mrs. Matthew's face remained expressionless.

"Who knows if he came to me for help, whether he came here on his own or to bring a message to Dumbledore. I am a small-minded old woman. You owe me many favors. Why should you ask me to give them to you? face?"

The scar-faced wizard still had the same smiling expression on his face, but paired with the scar, this smile didn't make people feel the least bit amiable. If there was a child here, he would probably be directly attracted by it. Scared to cry.

"Actually, I know that you don't really hate Dumbledore because of that incident. In the final analysis, you are still dissatisfied with him for not doing anything in the past seven years, which caused me to lose my job. I have explained it to you a lot. That matter is my personal problem and has nothing to do with Dumbledore."

"You are a little too narcissistic. Is my dislike of Dumbledore really just because of you? Besides, I have helped you many times."

The wizard raised his eyebrows at Sherlock, as if to say: Look, no matter how old women are, they will always be like this.

"Anyway, it's not bad this time or twice. Please help me, Denise. Well, of course, if you agree, I will naturally reciprocate. For example, I can help you in advance with that bottle of medicine you have always wanted." You deserve it.”

As soon as he said these words, the expression on Mrs. Matthew's face could no longer maintain the calmness and calmness before.

She stared at the Scarface wizard with strange eyes, and looked at him for a long time before speaking.

"What does this kid have to do with you and Dumbledore? Why do you have to spend so much time taking care of him? Or is he some kind of illegitimate child of yours? His age doesn't match up."

"puff!"

The wizard immediately spat out the tea he had swallowed before taking it into his mouth, and he wiped his wet chin awkwardly.

"What are you talking about here? Just tell me if you can help me!"

Mrs. Matthew was not deliberately torturing him, but turned her attention back to Sherlock.

"Who do you want to help remove the [time crumbs] integrated into his body?"

If Sherlock doesn't recognize who the scar-faced wizard is in front of him at this time, then he can find a piece of tofu and kill him.

Things had obviously taken a turn for the better, and he nodded and said without any pretense.

"Yes, [Shichen] has entered her eyes, so I would like to ask you if there is any way to take it out."

"Whether there is any way depends on the specific situation. I will be free in the morning the day after tomorrow. You can bring that person over and I will help her check the situation. But I have to say it in advance. I only promise you to check the situation, not everything. I can solve any problem.”

Sherlock was already content if he had some hope.

"Thank you Mrs. Matthew, and thank you too, Si..."

"Cough cough cough cough..."

The scar-faced wizard coughed violently twice, interrupting Sherlock to finish his words, and then waved to him.

"Thank you for nothing. Just leave as soon as possible. I still want to catch up with my old friends."

Sherlock laughed. He actually had no intention of calling out the timid old man's true identity.

"Then when you have the opportunity in the future, you must come to my house as a guest. I'll treat you to roasted elbows, the kind brushed with two layers of honey."

"Oh ho ho, this is not a bad treat, I will consider it."

Then Sherlock didn't stay here any longer, and walked towards the door again with Bloom.

This time, Bloom waited until he was out the door before asking.

"Is that wizard some kind of friend of yours?"

Sherlock smiled and shook his head.

"Not a friend, but he is a very good elder of mine. Thank you very much for your help today, Mel. I will not delay your subsequent work. When I have time, I will call Kingsley and invite you to come. I’ll give you a big meal as a thank you.”

Bloom's fat face also showed a happy smile.

"I shall look forward to it very much, Mr. Forrest."