Just a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

Taking Draco with him, Sherlock used Apparition and came to a hidden alley.

This is obviously a Muggle city. Looking through the alley to the streets, you can see many Muggles walking on the streets.

"What are we doing here?"

Draco asked stiffly.

Of course, he didn't think that Sherlock brought him here to investigate anything related to the Death Eaters. It could be said that everyone knew who Lucius was.

Although he has not officially appeared in the conflicts between Death Eaters and Aurors so far, no one would have thought of the sordid relationship between him and Voldemort.

As the son of Lucius, Draco has been deeply involved in family traditions since he was a child. Even if Sherlock had no brains, he would not contact him with anything related to the Death Eater operation.

"Just come with me. Relax. I'm not taking you to the execution ground. You can treat this as an ordinary outing."

Sherlock said as he walked to the street with Draco.

This is a small city in England with a small permanent population, but the city's infrastructure is also very sound.

It was like this was the first time for Draco to walk in a city that was completely filled with Muggles. He was full of instinctive disgust for everything around him, and at the same time he was also a little curious, especially when he saw the windows of some shops on both sides of the street. Those shiny billboards.

In the past, even if he went to the streets of Diagon Alley in London to buy things for school, Lucius would take him there, either using Floo powder or using Apparition to get there directly. They had never been able to do well on the streets of London. Visited.

Because Lucius was disdainful of Muggle things, Draco was influenced by it and became very repulsive to these things.

But after all, he is only 16 years old this year. In normal society, he is the age when he has just started high school, and it is the time when he is curious about everything around him.

Sherlock didn't care about Draco's current mood, and just led the way, observing the surrounding shops, and then quickly selected a target.

This is a men's clothing store, and the store is lit with warm yellow lights.

Before he even entered the door, Draco showed subconscious resistance.

"Who are you buying clothes for, and that person is a Muggle? Are we going to visit a Muggle next?"

"No, you are overthinking. I want you to change into a different set of clothes." Sherlock said casually.

The expression on Draco's face became even more disgusting and disgusting.

"Me? I would never wear Muggle clothes! This is an insult to purebloods!"

The robe Draco wore on the road has attracted the attention of many passers-by. However, he is still young and seems to be in his prime for rebellion, so most people who pay attention to him think that this is rebellion. Young children are showing off their individuality and engaging in wizard cosplay. Although it has attracted some attention, it has not caused much of a sensation.

Sherlock looked at him calmly.

"Don't forget what we agreed before coming here. I will not do anything to harm you and will ensure your safety, but the premise is that you have to listen to my arrangements on some things. Or, you actually like it. Are you constantly being stared at like a monkey?"

Draco met Sherlock's eyes for less than two seconds before subconsciously looking away.

According to his family education since childhood, Lucius has always instilled in him the idea of ​​Voldemort's power and invincibility.

In addition, although Lucius is a stranger, he actually still has the most basic respect for Voldemort, both openly and privately. This has also made Draco have a sense of awe towards Voldemort since he was a child.

And last semester, after Sherlock stabbed Voldemort in front of a group of Aurors and Death Eaters, his awe was unconsciously transferred to Sherlock.

It's just that he usually doesn't notice this kind of awe. It's only when he's with Sherlock that he feels that way.

Draco gritted his teeth and finally made no more resistance, following Sherlock into the men's clothing store.

The shop owner was a middle-aged woman with outstanding charm. She warmly entertained Sherlock and the others. After understanding that Draco needed to choose clothes, she immediately recommended a few pieces.

Sherlock had no choice and let the landlady choose. As long as it didn't look unconventional and was something a normal person would wear, it would be fine.

So Draco soon put on new clothes and walked out of the changing room.

I have to say that the genes of the Malfoy family are still very good. Although Draco's face is still very ugly and stinky, he can still attract a lot of eyes from the opposite sex when walking on the street with this outfit.

Maybe the way he pulls and pulls like this will poke someone's g-spot, and it's not impossible to ask for their phone number on the spot.

Draco himself was a little confused. The clothes certainly fit him well, but he was still very resistant to Muggle things and felt that wearing them would make him dirty.

Sherlock didn't care about his emotions at all. After seeing him walking on the street, at least he wouldn't be regarded as non-mainstream. He first bought some fruits at a nearby fruit shop, and then stopped a taxi from the street. Pushing Draco in with a reluctant look on his face.

"Why do we need to take a Muggle car? Can't we just go there?"

Even when he was sitting in the car, Draco had no qualms about having the driver in front of him. In his eyes, Muggles were not regarded as people who could understand what they were saying.

His strange remarks naturally aroused strange looks from the taxi driver, but Sherlock ignored this problem child at all. Instead, after confirming the destination, he started chatting with the taxi driver.

No matter where they are, most taxi drivers are very talkative. Sherlock chatted with him all the way, talking about football, politics, education, whatever the topic was. In Draco's eyes, this man who once almost stabbed to death with a knife in the wizarding world The magic school professor of the most powerful dark wizard has no airs of a powerful wizard, but looks like an ordinary Muggle.

This situation made Draco feel a little weird.

Even if Sherlock doesn't have the pride of pure blood, in his eyes, powerful people should have their own pride. How could it be possible with a person who works in such a low-level job as a "car driver" in the already low-level Muggle world? There will be common topics.

But they both seemed to be very happy chatting along the way.

Even after reaching the destination, when Sherlock paid for the taxi, the Muggle driver generously wiped out the change.

To Draco, this was just a humiliation, just a bit of Muggle currency, as if they would be reluctant to part with it.

But Sherlock actually expressed his gratitude with a happy face, and he looked a little angry.

Draco had said bad things about Sherlock behind his back many times before, but it was only today that he really had contact with him.

He didn't feel the slightest bit of arrogance from the Defense Professor. It was clear that even in the magical world, the Hogwarts professor was respected wherever he went.

But here in Muggles, he can get along with anyone casually.

Draco looked at Sherlock with a strange look, but Sherlock didn't pay any attention to his emotions. Instead, after getting out of the car, he led him straight to a large courtyard.

This was already the outskirts of the city, and there were few people around. Only the yard in front of them was the largest.

There are some old facilities such as slides and trampolines in the yard. The snow that just fell a few days ago is thickly covered on top of these facilities. The old buildings are covered with dry branches and look full of loneliness. .

The yard was surrounded by a wooden fence, and there was no door number on it.

Sherlock let Draco carry the fruit and walked to the door with him.

Draco thought that Sherlock might be visiting someone this time. It was most likely a powerful wizard living in seclusion in a Muggle city. He just wanted to have a role similar to a doorman with him.

The yard was very shabby, and there was no doorbell or anything like that. The only way to recruit people was to smash the rusty iron door.

Soon someone in the house noticed the movement, and an old woman wearing a blue headscarf came out of the house.

She frowned slightly when she saw Sherlock and Draco.

"What's the matter with you?"

Draco looked up at Sherlock with some confusion. Seeing what he meant, Sherlock didn't seem to have greeted the owner of this place in advance.

Just when the old woman came out, Sherlock silently opened his control area and directly used control magic to use a confusion spell on her.

"Uh-huh, Mrs. Chris, have you forgotten me? I called you a few days ago. Today I will do volunteer work with my nephew."

Mrs. Chris then showed a look of surprise. She walked to the door and helped Sherlock and the others open the iron door.

"Sorry, sir, I seem to remember such a thing, but I just forgot your name."

"It's okay Mrs., my name is Sherlock Forrest, and this is my nephew Draco Malfoy." Sherlock introduced enthusiastically, as if he and Mrs. Chris really knew each other. look.

Draco had a look of suspicion on his face, but he didn't think much about it. After all, Sherlock didn't use a wand when he used magic just now.

According to what Young Master Malfoy has learned, wandless and silent spellcasting is an extremely high-end spellcasting technique. Even if Sherlock's strength is already at the top level in the magic world, it is unlikely that he can use such a technique to use the Confusion Curse. This spell is already above average in difficulty.

What Draco was most concerned about now was Sherlock's introduction to their relationship just now.

"Nephew? I just..."

Just when he was about to deny this unnecessary relationship, Sherlock had already grabbed his arm, stopped him from continuing, and followed Mrs. Chris into the yard.

"As I told you on the phone, my nephew is really spoiled at home. In addition, he has reached the rebellious stage and has been poorly educated. Therefore, his parents specially asked me to take care of him this weekend. Come experience life with him.”

Mrs. Chris led the way while turning her head to glance at Draco who was following Sherlock.

That arrogant face really looked like those second-rate guys on the street, and he couldn't help but frown slightly.

"Mr. Forrest, I don't know how I emphasized it to you on the phone, but I still want to tell you again here. Of course I welcome you to use volunteering as a means of education. However, I don’t want to see you do anything rude to your children.”

Draco's face was gloomy. Of course he could tell that Mrs. Chris was talking about him. A Muggle spoke to him in such a tone. With the pride of Malfoy's pure blood, he certainly couldn't stand it.

But before he could make a move, Sherlock's hand grabbed his arm a little harder, and Draco looked at him.

Sherlock didn't speak, and even had a smile on his face, just looking at him, but Draco couldn't bear this look, so he avoided Sherlock's eyes and lowered his head.

"Don't worry, Mrs. Chris. Although this child is used to being lawless, I can still control him. If anything unpleasant happens, I promise to take him away without you having to say anything."

With Sherlock's guarantee, Mrs. Chris seemed quite relieved. After all, some people easily gain the trust of others when they first come into contact with her.

They walked into this old two-story house together, and went all the way to the very back, to the door of a room that looked like a classroom.

"Now is the time for the children to do crafts together, so please help take care of it. There are a few older children inside helping. I have to prepare lunch first."

Sherlock nodded to Mrs. Chris and said.

"Don't worry, leave it to us. I have experience as a volunteer before."

After hearing his assurance, Mrs. Chris left.

It was only then that Draco had time to ask the question he had always wanted to ask.

"What the hell is this place? What are we doing here?"

Sherlock did not rush to open the door, but looked at Draco with a smile.

"Have you not discovered it yet? This is a Muggle orphanage. The Mrs. Chris just now is the sole person in charge of this orphanage, and we are here to do volunteer work."

"Volunteer!" Draco subconsciously raised his voice, his shock and anger temporarily suppressing his awe of Sherlock.

"Yes, volunteers, or do you not even understand what this word means? It's very simple, they are voluntary employees who work for free."

"It's not that I don't understand! But you actually brought me out today just to be a volunteer for a bunch of Muggle brats! Professor Forrester, you can insult me ​​in any way, but it shouldn't be like this! "

Sherlock narrowed his eyes slightly as he looked at Draco, who was obviously a little excited.

"Oh? Do you think such behavior is an insult?"