Just a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

After a summer of parting, the three Hogwarts little ones finally meet again in front of Gringotts.

"Guess who I saw in Boginbok?" Harry asked Ron and Hermione as they walked up the Gringotts steps.

Before his friends could guess, Harry couldn't wait for his own answer

"Malfoy and his dad!"

Before Hermione and Ron said anything, Mr. Weasley became alert.

"What did he buy there?"

"No, he's selling something."

"The Ministry of Magic is under investigation recently, and he's scared." He said through gritted teeth, "I'll catch him!"

"Be careful, Arthur."

Mrs. Weasley admonished him that a goblin had bowed and led them into the bank.

"That family is not easy to mess with, don't bite the bones you can't chew."

They chatted and walked into Gringotts. After taking out the money they needed, the Granger family, the Weasley family, and Harry and the others were ready to split up.

Just as Mr. Weasley was about to warmly invite Hermione's parents, Mr. and Mrs. Granger, to the Leaky Cauldron for a drink, Mrs. Weasley suddenly grabbed her husband's arm tightly!

"Arthur!"

She looked extremely excited, her eyes staring straight ahead, as if she had seen something incredible.

Mr. Weasley was somewhat baffled by her actions.

"What's up Molly, what did you see..."

Looking at Mrs. Weasley's line of sight, Mr. Weasley's voice stopped abruptly. He stared blankly ahead with a big mouth, as if his eyes were about to pop out!

Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Fred, George, Persiginney, and the others followed the Weasleys' line of sight strangely.

It was the back of a young man, with a straight back and a slender figure. Just the back figure made people subconsciously think that if this person wasn't a handsome guy, it would be unreasonable.

......

Sherlock had no problems getting the money from Gringotts.

In this bank run by goblins, the authentication method is actually quite simple.

As long as someone brings the key to the treasury and is sure to be the owner of the treasury, the fairies will bring people to the designated treasury for the key.

Therefore, the vault here is more like a registered safe. As long as there is a special certificate issued by Gringotts, the key, I can deposit or withdraw money from the vault.

The original owner's property in the magic world was not much. Even without asking the goblin who brought him here, Sherlock glanced at it and could probably tell that there were at most a few hundred gold Galleons in this vault.

Not much, but not too little either.

If it's just daily life, save some money in the magic world, and this money can be spent at least ten years.

Sherlock took out about fifty gold Galleons and put them in the magic bag provided by Gringotts, and then he left the Goblin Bank.

The things he bought were not too complicated, the most important ones were the commonly used stationery such as ink quills and parchment.

Others include going to Madam Mokin's robe shop to order a special robe, going to the magic pet shop to buy an owl for sending letters, going to the Lishen Bookstore to buy some basic books on Defense Against the Dark Arts, etc.

Although the surface still remains high and cold, these affairs in Diagon Alley are also extremely rare for Sherlock, who came to Wizard Street for the first time.

Children flying at low altitude on the street with toy brooms, magic puppets in front of the magic joke shop constantly attracting customers, the dessert shop selling magic world free ice cream, etc., everything is so interesting.

Sherlock itself is of course not an autistic person like the original owner, he is more outgoing and cheerful.

In this kind of place has been pretending to be cold,

Finally, he couldn't bear it any longer.

Looking at the introduction, the taste of this Xpress ice cream can be changed according to people's thoughts. As long as the taste is what you think in your heart, it will taste what you eat in your mouth.

What a great idea!

Sherlock sighed inwardly.

Anyway, the original owner didn't have many acquaintances in the magic world at all, so he just wanted to try it. Tomato scrambled egg-flavored ice cream must be fine, right?

After two months of eating British meals, he really suffocated him, and now I miss the taste of hometown tomato scrambled eggs with rice.

And this magical ice cream in front of him seems to be able to perfectly solve his needs.

He gave himself an affirmative answer in his heart, then walked to the ice cream cart and showed the ice cream stall owner the first friendly smile he had ever given to outsiders since he came to this world.

The stall owner was a young witch, she was stunned by Sherlock's smile as soon as she raised her head.

That handsome smiling face seemed to put her in a garden full of flowers, everything was so beautiful and wonderful!

"You, you, do you need an ice cream? Sir."

The witch stammered.

Sherlock just couldn't wait to take out Sike from his pocket, when a shout suddenly came from behind him.

"when......"

"Sherlock!"

Sherlock was stunned for a moment, then his face froze immediately.

fxxk!

It's still the first name, not the last name!

There are acquaintances!

He responded very quickly, and immediately put away the smile that captivated witch fans like a Sichuan opera, and returned to indifference and inhumanity.

"No, I don't need it."

Sherlock said goodbye to his tomato scrambled egg ice cream with tears in his heart, and bluntly rejected the witch.

Then, he turned to look at the group who called his name.

Yes, a group of people.

There are a dozen people, tall, short, fat and thin, and most of them are children.

At a glance, Sherlock recognized Harry Potter, who was inconspicuous in a group of people, and the "Tool Man" family who had just helped him enter the streets of Diagon Alley.

It was a red-haired middle-aged wizard who called out Sherlock's name. He looked at Sherlock with a look of joy and excitement, as if he had seen his long-lost relatives.

After seeing these people clearly, Sherlock's heart suddenly fell to the bottom.

Harry Potter, a little girl with Muggle parents, a family with a bunch of kids, all redheads.

Even if he doesn't know the plot of the original book, he can still recognize who this group of people is.

The Weasleys and the Grangers of the three Hogwarts!

And the wizard who looked like he saw his long-lost son should be the master of the Weasley family.

Can't remember what his name was Sherlock, but he could also be called Mr. Weasley.

Seeing Sherlock's face, Mr. Weasley was obviously more excited, and beside him was a middle-aged witch who was even more excited than him.

Mrs. Weasley had a surprised smile on her face, and there were even tears in her eyes.

She stepped forward and grabbed Sherlock's hand.

"Boy! You're finally coming out. You know we haven't seen you for nearly two years since you left the Ministry of Magic. It's a pleasure, thanks Merlin..."

She wiped away her tears and said choked up.

"How have you been recently?"