Just a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

Early the next morning.

Silk and Sherlock sat at the dining table together for breakfast as usual.

None of them mentioned the incident last night, it was as if the two of them had the same dream together.

But what has happened can't be regarded as nothing has happened.

The relationship between them seems to be the same as before, but it actually becomes more subtle.

"Are you going to go out today?"

Silke took a small bite of the sandwich and raised his head to ask.

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

"There are still some unfinished business, I made an appointment with Kingsley today."

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

"I won't come back for lunch at noon. If you feel bored at home, you can go to 12 Grimmauld Place to chat with Mrs. Weasley. I took you there once, and you should remember the location."

"Um."

A smile appeared on Shilk's face.

"You come back early that night."

Sherlock, who was wearing a coat, also smiled at her.

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

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

Sherlock used Apparition only after he walked out of the house.

The next second, his figure appeared in Diagon Alley.

It's summer vacation now, although the mysterious man's return has made people panic in the entire magic world.

Thanks to Sherlock's performance and the Ministry of Magic's claims, and after so many days, the Death Eaters still didn't make much movement, so the tension that was initially tense has gradually eased.

Even in the early morning, there is a lot of traffic in Diagon Alley. After all, it is the largest wizard business district in the whole of Great Britain, and there is never a shortage of customers.

Sherlock was wearing a wide robe today and covered his face with a hood.

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

Under Scrimgeour's deliberate direction, the Ministry of Magic had minimized Sherlock's influence.

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

The shock that the knife aimed at Voldemort's chest brought to people was so great that many wizards began to feel that the black devil was not really invincible.

It is not that the Ministry of Magic did not think about reducing his influence by digging out some of Sherlock's black material.

But it seems that no one in the Daily Prophet wants to write news that slanders him. Even the front-end time has been missing for a few months. After returning, Rita Skeeter, who has become a little taciturn, rejected Scrimgeour's message. Implied, claiming to be a reporter who only digs the truth and reports the truth with a bottom line. M.bΙQμGètν.còM

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

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

Before he could wait for Old Tom, the owner of the bar, to entertain him, Sherlock came to the corner and sat opposite a dark-skinned wizard.

Kingsley, who was drinking butter beer and eating jam bread by himself, saw Sherlock's face clearly, and suddenly showed a smile.

"I thought you'd be a little late, breakfast? Would you like some bread?"

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

"I'm not like you. I've eaten it at home. Fresh milk and delicious sandwiches are much better than the jam bread made by Tom's old man."

Kingsley laughed dumbly, and he put the last bite of bread into his mouth indifferently.

"How many Aurors can experience such a life?"

"You don't have any idea of ​​starting a family in the future?"

"People like us are a drag on the family. I will not harm anyone. Moody's current retirement life is actually not bad."

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

Kingsley shook his head with a wry smile.

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

Seeing that he didn't continue to talk about this topic, Sherlock also directly cut to the topic.

"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 is still in the same school as you. After knowing that you are looking for him for something, he is almost crazy with excitement. Said that he planned to wear a white T-shirt under his robe, and wanted to ask you to sign it all over it."

After hearing Kingsley's words, Sherlock's face was a little weird.

"Why does it sound like such a person doesn't look 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 that his character matches his current identity." Kingsley said with some headache, "but there is no doubt about his ability, otherwise he would not have entered the Ministry of Magic. In less than ten years, it has done so.”

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

"Look, he's already here."

Saying that, he raised a hand and beckoned to the wizard who had just entered the bar.

"Broom, here."

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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 small eyes suddenly lit up, and then he quickly walked to their table.

He moved a bench from the table next to him, and sat on it, the poor chair let out a sour groan.

Sherlock could feel old Tom, who was wiping his glass in front of the bar, and looked at them worriedly, as if he was afraid that he would suffer losses that he should not have suffered today because of this fat man.

And after Bloom sat down, his piercing little eyes fixed on Sherlock, and then he stretched out his fat hand that looked like a thick radish with five branches.

"Oh my gosh! Hello, Mr. Forrest, my name is Mel Bloom, and I'm the silent man in charge of the Time Room in the Department of Mysteries." The fastest new offer for you is nothing more than Defense Against the Dark Arts The class is just updated, Chapter 365 Mel Bloom is free to read. https://

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