Just a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

One of the busiest streets in London.

The bustling crowd came and went here, wearing a black robe that was very incompatible with modern society, a slender and thin young man was standing on the side of the road, studying the address he had copied from the book in his hand.

Sherlock didn't care at all in the face of the countless strange glances around him.

Although he didn't exaggerate to the point of being socially ill, his face was thick enough that he could basically ignore those strange gazes.

The address of the Leaky Cauldron, copied from that wizard's travels book, matches the reality perfectly.

Now in the direction Sherlock is facing, there is a dilapidated bar that is very out of tune with the modern shops around it.

It's just that passersby on the street didn't seem to be able to see this bar, which was even more unique than Sherlock, and didn't even pay attention to its direction.

After more than a month of studying at home, Sherlock has a general understanding of most of the basic magic in the magic world.

What makes this bar overlooked by ordinary people is obviously the Muggle Banishing Charm that wizards use the most in front of Muggles.

This kind of spell only works on Muggles, and for Sherlock, who is a wizard, the number of the Leaky Cauldron is so conspicuous.

In fact, a trip from home was a risky move for Sherlock.

He didn't know anything about the original owner's interpersonal interactions in the magical world. If he met any acquaintances in the Leaky Cauldron or Diagon Alley, he would be at great risk of exposure.

But this trip to Diagon Alley, there is no way to avoid it.

Because he not only has to buy all kinds of magical daily necessities to go to Hogwarts, but also needs to go to the original owner's vault in Gringotts to get some money out for normal use.

So even knowing there was a risk, Sherlock had to take the risk and get out of the house.

Besides, this is something he will have to face sooner or later.

Fortunately, the original main character is withdrawn, and the possibility of encountering acquaintances is very small.

Ignoring the shy approach of the 4th girl, across the road, Sherlock walked into the old Leaky Cauldron.

The rough wooden tables and chairs, the bar door with a creaking sound, the original fireplace made of bricks, and the simple candle chandelier overhead make Sherlock, who suddenly walked in from the modern urban street outside, seem to have a kind of time-travelling. Feel.

Here, his clothes are not conspicuous.

Most of the guests in the bar were dressed like him, and there were even a few old witches with exaggerated oversized pointed hats on their heads, and they would definitely become the focus of Muggles whenever they went out.

Sherlock's arrival did not cause much reaction in the Leaky Cauldron.

Most of the drinking wizards didn't even look at him, only Tom, the owner and bartender of the bar, had been paying attention to Sherlock when he entered the door.

"Ha, a raw face, what do you want to drink?"

Outside, even though there was no one who knew the original owner at all, Sherlock always pretended to be that cold face.

It's always a good thing to be careful anyway.

"Butterbeer, thanks."

He asked for a drink with beer in its name but not beer, and made it to an empty table in the corner.

Soon the bartender Tom brought the butter beer in front of him, Sherlock's attitude of keeping away from strangers made him not talk much.

Sherlock took a sip of the wizard's specialty drink.

The taste is sweet and a little greasy, not quite to his taste.

After only one sip, he put the glass of butterbeer aside, then sat at the table and waited quietly.

It's not that Sherlock doesn't want to enter Diagon Alley directly through the Leaky Cauldron, but he simply doesn't know how to enter Diagon Alley.

The Leaky Cauldron is found,

He also remembered that the entrance to Diagon Alley was in front of a wall in the backyard of the bar.

Simply tap a wand against a brick on the wall and the entrance will be opened.

But... which brick is a certain brick?

Even if such specific details are mentioned in the book, it is impossible for him to remember.

Of course, he can also knock brick by brick to try out the correct answer.

But it would be embarrassing if other wizards came over in the process of trying.

They were afraid they wanted to suspect that Sherlock was an undercover agent sent by Muggles!

So he's ready to get into Diagon Alley in a better way.

I sat in the chair for about fifteen minutes.

A couple who appeared to be shopping for their children's school supplies for the new semester walked into the Leaky Cauldron with their daughter.

The couple don't dress like wizards, but more like Muggles in ordinary society.

However, there was a daughter with fluffy curly hair in her pocket, but she had a wand in it, showing that she was a little wizard.

The family didn't stop at the Leaky Cauldron, and went straight through the backyard where the bar's lobby went.

Seeing this, Sherlock, who had been waiting, immediately stood up from his seat, took out a few coins from his pocket, and threw the copper nut, the wizard currency found in the study at home, at the bar to pay. drink money.

When he walked to the backyard of the bar, the little girl's family happened to be standing by the wall counting bricks.

"Do you remember which piece it was?"

"Of course I remember! How could I forget something so important, Mom."

The girl held her head up and counted the trash can as a control.

"Three bucks up—two bucks across—yes, that's it!"

She whispered, and at the same time drew out her wand and tapped at the determined brick.

The brick she had knocked on trembled and began to move, and a small hole appeared in the middle. The opening became bigger and bigger. Before long, a wide archway appeared in front of them, leading to a winding, unseen end. cobblestone street.

Sherlock, who was behind them, watched the whole process in his eyes, and clearly recorded the location of the brick that the little girl struck.

Then he passed the "helpful" good family.

"Sorry, I borrowed it."

The little girl's family didn't realize that they had become Sherlock's tools.

This is the second time the couple have come to Diagon Alley, and they still feel so incredible about everything here.

Sherlock still maintained his aloof personality and walked towards Gringotts along the straight in the middle of Diagon Alley, which also caused him to not hear the conversation of the little girl behind him.

"Where shall we go first? Hermione."

"I made an appointment with Harry Ron and the others to meet at Diagon Alley today, so we have to wait for them at the gate of Gringotts first."

This year's second year at Hogwarts, Hermione Granger told her father.