It's just a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

Chapter 11 Goodbye My Tomato Scrambled Egg Ice Cream

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

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

Before his friends could guess, Harry couldn't wait to say the answer himself

"Malfoy and his dad!"

Before Hermione and Ron could say anything, Mr. Weasley became alert.

"What did he buy there?"

"No, he's selling something."

"The Ministry of Magic is conducting a strict investigation recently, and he is scared." He said through gritted teeth, "I will catch his tell!"

"Be careful, Arthur."

Mrs. Weasley warned him that a goblin bowed and ushered 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, and after taking out the needed money, the Granger family, the Weasley family, and Harry and the others prepared to split up.

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

She looked extremely excited, her eyes were fixed on the front, as if she saw something incredible.

Mr. Weasley was somewhat puzzled by her behavior.

"What's the matter Molly, what did you see?"

Following Mrs. Weasley's line of sight, Mr. Weasley's voice also stopped abruptly. He stared blankly ahead with his mouth wide open, his eyes seemed to be popping out!

Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Fred George Percy Ginny followed the Weasley couple's line of sight strangely.

It was the back view of a young man with a straight back and a slender figure. Just the back view makes people subconsciously think that if this person is not a handsome guy, he is simply unreasonable.

Sherlock had no problems getting money from Gringotts.

The authentication method of this bank run by goblins is actually quite simple.

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

So the vault here is more like a registered safe. As long as you have the key, a special certificate issued by Gringotts, you can deposit or withdraw money from the vault when you come.

The original owner's property in the magic world is not that much. Even without asking the goblin who brought him here, Sherlock can probably tell with a glance that there are only a few hundred gold Galleons in this vault at most.

Not much, but not too little either.

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

Sherlock took out about fifty Galleons from it, put them in the magic bag provided by Gringotts, and then he left the goblin bank.

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

Others include going to Mrs. Malkin's robe shop to order a special robe, going to the magic pet shop to buy an owl for delivering letters, and going to Lihen Bookstore to buy some basic books on defense against the dark arts, etc.

Although the surface is still high and cold, these events in Diagon Alley are also very strange to Sherlock who came to the wizard street for the first time.

Children flying at low altitude on toy broomsticks on the street, magic puppets constantly attracting customers in front of the magic joke shop, magic ice cream sold in dessert shops, etc., everything is so interesting.

Of course, Sherlock himself is not an autistic patient like the original owner. He is more outgoing and cheerful.

He kept pretending to be cold in this kind of place, and finally he couldn't stand it anymore.

According to the introduction, the taste of this free-flowing ice cream can be changed according to people's thoughts. As long as you think about the taste in your heart, you will taste it in your mouth.

What a great idea!
Sherlock sighed inwardly.

Anyway, the original owner didn't have many acquaintances in the magic world, so he just wanted to try it. Tomato scrambled egg flavored ice cream would definitely be fine, right?
After eating British food for two months, he really suffocated him, and now he misses the taste of tomato scrambled eggs with rice in his hometown.

And the magical ice cream in front of him seemed to be able to perfectly meet his needs.

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

The stall owner was a young witch who was stunned by Sherlock's smile as soon as she looked up.

That handsome smiling face made her feel like she was in a garden full of flowers, everything was so beautiful and wonderful!
"You, you, would you like an ice cream, sir."

The witch stammered.

Just as Sherlock was about to take Sickle out of his pocket impatiently, there was a shout behind him.

"when"

"Sherlock!"

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

fxxk!

The first name is called instead of the last name!

There are acquaintances!
He reacted very quickly, and immediately put away the smile that fascinated witch fans like a Sichuan opera, and returned to indifference and inhumanity.

"No, I don't need to."

While sherlock was crying goodbye to his tomato scrambled egg ice cream, he rejected the witch bluntly.

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

That's right, it's a group of people.

Tall, short, fat and thin, there are a dozen people in total, most of them are children.

And Sherlock immediately recognized Harry Potter standing inconspicuously among a group of people, and the "tool man" family who had just helped him enter the streets of Diagon Alley.

The one who called out Sherlock's name was a red-haired middle-aged wizard. He looked at Sherlock with a joyful and excited expression, as if seeing a long-lost relative.

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 with red hair.

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

The Weasleys and the Grangers of the Hogwarts Three Little Ones!
And the wizard who looked like he saw his long-lost son should be the master of the Weasley family.

What his name was Sherlock couldn't remember, but it could have been 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.

"Son! You're finally willing to come out. You know we haven't seen you for nearly two years since you left the Ministry of Magic. It's a pleasure, thank you Merlin."

She wiped away her tears and said with a sob.

"How have you been lately?"

(End of this chapter)