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Chapter 10 The Tool Family

One of the busiest streets in London.

Bustling crowds come and go here, wearing a black robe that is extremely incompatible with modern society, a slender and thin young man is standing on the side of the road, studying the address that he has copied from a book.

Facing the countless strange eyes looking at him around him, Sherlock didn't care at all.

Although he didn't exaggerate enough to have social nb syndrome, his skin is thick enough to basically ignore those strange eyes.

The address of the Leaky Cauldron, which was copied from the wizard's travel book, perfectly matched the reality.

In the direction Sherlock is facing now, there is a dilapidated bar that doesn't match the modern shops around it and is opening for business.

It's just that the passers-by on the street didn't seem to see this bar that was more unique than Sherlock, and didn't pay even a single glance in 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 ordinary people ignore this bar is obviously the Muggle banishing spell that wizards use the most in front of Muggles.

This spell is only effective for Muggles, but for Sherlock, who is a wizard, the door number of the Leaky Cauldron is so conspicuous.

In fact, going out from home is a risky move for Sherlock.

He knew nothing about the original owner's interactions in the wizarding world. If he met any acquaintances in the Leaky Cauldron or Diagon Alley, he would be at great risk of being exposed.

But this trip to Diagon Alley cannot be avoided.

Because not only did he need to purchase all kinds of magical daily necessities for Hogwarts, but he also needed to go to the original owner's vault in Gringotts to withdraw some money for normal use.

So even knowing the risk, Sherlock had to take the risk and walk out of the house.

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

Fortunately, the original owner has a withdrawn personality, and the possibility of meeting acquaintances is very small.

Ignoring the girl's shy approach for the fourth time, and crossing the road, Sherlock walked into the old Leaky Cauldron.

The rough wooden tables and chairs, the creaking bar partition door, the original fireplace made of bricks, and the simple candle chandelier above the head make Sherlock, who suddenly walked in from the modern urban street outside, seem to have a feeling of traveling through time and space. Feel.

Here, his clothes are no longer conspicuous.

Most of the guests in the bar were dressed similarly to him, and there were even a few old witches with exaggerated large pointed hats on their heads. As long as they went out, they would definitely become the focus of Muggles.

The arrival of Sherlock 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 this bar, kept paying attention to Sherlock when he entered the door.

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

On the outside, even though there was no one who knew the original owner here, Sherlock kept pretending to be that indifferent face.

It's always good 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 not getting close to strangers made him, who was a little bit talkative, not talk more.

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

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

After only taking a sip, he put the glass of butter beer 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 that he doesn't know how to enter Diagon Alley at all.

The Leaky Cauldron had been found, and he remembered that the entrance to Diagon Alley was in front of a wall in the backyard of the pub.

Just lightly tap a brick on the wall with the wand, 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 them.

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 during the attempt.

They might suspect that Sherlock is an undercover agent sent by Muggles!

So he is going to enter Diagon Alley in another and better way.

I sat on the chair for about 15 minutes.

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

The couple dressed not like wizards, but more like Muggles of ordinary society.

However, there was a daughter with fluffy curly hair next to them, but there was a magic wand in the pocket, showing that he was a little wizard.

The family didn't stop at the Leaky Cauldron, and walked directly through the backyard towards the bar lobby.

Seeing this, Sherlock, who had been waiting all this time, stood up from his seat unhurriedly, took out a few coins from his pocket, and threw the copper Knuts, the wizard currency he found in the study at home, to the front of the bar to pay. paid for the drinks.

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

"Do you remember which piece it was?"

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

The girl held her head high and counted the trash cans as a comparison.

"Count up three dollars--and two dollars down--yes, that's it!"

Whispering to herself, she drew out her wand at the same time, and tapped lightly on the identified brick.

The brick she had knocked on trembled and began to move, and a small hole appeared in the middle, which grew wider and wider, and before them a wide archway appeared before them, leading to a winding road with no end in sight. cobbled streets.

Sherlock, who was behind them, saw the whole process, and clearly recorded the location of the brick that the little girl knocked.

Then he passed this "helpful" family of good people.

"Sorry, sorry."

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

This is the second time for the couple to 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 road in the middle of Diagon Alley, which also caused him to not hear the conversation of the little girl's family behind him.

"Where do we go first, Hermione?"

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

This year's Hogwarts second year student, Hermione Granger, to her father.

(End of this chapter)