Chapter 15 The Crescent Mark
"I want to take back what I said before." George looked at Sherlock who was holding up his wand to confront Malfoy, and muttered to himself with his mouth open.

Fred had already reacted at this time, and he said excitedly.

"I also want to take back what I said before. I admit that I misunderstood Professor Forrest. Percy is not even worthy to lift his shoes!"

Percy, who was innocently injured again, could only turn his head and stare at him angrily again.

After witnessing Malfoy being beaten violently, Harry and Ron's eyes were also very excited.

"I think our Defense Against the Dark Arts class this semester should be very good!"

"Anyway, it must be more interesting than Quirrell's class!"

Mrs. Weasley hurriedly surrounded Sherlock, checking him for any injuries.

There were tears of relief in her eyes, and she couldn't quite articulate her excited words.

"Sherlock, you shouldn't have rushed into the fight - your Uncle Weasley has set you a bad example - but, boy, you don't seem to be the same as before - I don't know what to say , maybe you've grown up, but that's a good thing."

Malfoy had no chance to fight back against Sherlock at all, but Mr. Weasley's face was obviously hurt.

But even Mr. Weasley didn't focus on himself. Instead, he patted Sherlock on the shoulder with a complicated smile full of gratification, touch, gratitude, and joy.

"I knew that sooner or later there would be such a Sherlock, I knew it."

Although Sherlock has made a move that is completely out of character with him before, his current response is still very cold.

"People will always grow up, and it's not too late for me now, not to mention that the person just said something rude."

He is creating an image of being cold on the outside and hot on the inside, so that the gap between the Weasleys and his wife will not be too big, and it will also make his personality change in the future not too abrupt, making them uncomfortable.

Then he walked to the bookshelf, took out a few textbooks that will be used in the first grade this year, and put them in front of the cashier to pay the bill.

"Freshmen should use new textbooks as much as possible. It's my greeting."

Sherlock took out the old textbook from Ginny's cauldron, put it back into the pile of old books, and then put the new textbook into her cauldron under Ginny's starry eyes.

"I hope you can work hard after enrolling. I have other things to do next. Let's talk about being a guest later. I'll go first."

After finishing speaking, he left Lihen Bookstore without waiting for Mrs. Weasley to persuade him to stay.

The Weasley family and Harry looked at Sherlock's back, and felt that the straight back was inexplicably handsome.

Mr. Weasley looked at the new book in Ginny's cauldron and sighed.

"Sherlock has really become a little different from before. Sally will be very happy to see him like this."

Mrs. Weasley wiped away tears.

"Poor child, he must have suffered a lot for being so sensible while living alone all the time."

Harry and Ron were discussing excitedly how they would laugh at his father for being beaten up when school started.

George and Fred were imitating Sherlock's punching action, saying that it was much more handsome than defeating the enemy with a spell, and they planned to make a magic boxing glove.

Ginny was happily flipping through her new textbook, Hermione was attracted by a book about the history of Hogwarts, and Percy was looking for a book about how prefects should manage students.

It wasn't until Hagrid, the warden of the Forbidden Forest at Hogwarts, passed by and greeted them, that they left the bookstore together.

But no one noticed that in the pile of old books that Sherlock put back from Ginny's cauldron, there was a diary lying quietly in the pile of books, as if it had been there all along.

Until two days later, a stern old witch brought his timid grandson to Lihen Bookstore.

"These old notes usually record the wisdom of the predecessors. Some of them will be of great help to you. You can pick a few and buy them home, Neville."

"I, I know grandma."

The weak boy hurriedly dug out a few notebooks from the pile of old books, and paid for the clerk along with his new textbook.

He also didn't realize that one of the most worn-out diaries didn't contain a single word.

Sherlock planned to leave Diagon Alley immediately after coming out of the bookstore.

The burning sensation in his left arm was most noticeable when he touched Malfoy, but then gradually subsided, and by now there was no response at all.

There was something weird about this incident, so now he wanted to go home quickly, and while studying his left arm, he would look through the original owner's diary to see if he had missed any key information.

I got the custom-made robe from Mrs. Malkin's robe shop, and brought back the owl that I had paid for before from the magical animal pet shop.

Sherlock ended his trip to Diagon Alley.

After he got home, he went directly to the bathroom and took off his entire body. Then he looked in the full-length mirror and saw that there was indeed something unusual on his left arm.

It was a crescent-like birthmark, not small overall, occupying more than one-third of the skin on the top of his left arm.

Sherlock didn't notice this thing before, until he encountered Malfoy's imprint, which became hot, and he was sure that this imprint was not as simple as a birthmark.

But he didn't know what it was doing to him, not even why it got hot after seeing Malfoy.

It took a day for Sherlock to read through the original owner's diary carefully, and found many experimental records of the original owner's magic experiments in the study.

But they couldn't find any information about this imprint, only found some clues from a photo of the original owner when he was a student.

From a photo of a naked arm, he determined that this mark was already on the original owner's arm before he traveled here.

But why did the imprint seem to have no problems during the 20 years of the original owner's life, but it started to get hot after he saw Malfoy?
Sherlock couldn't figure it out, and he didn't have time to study the matter any further.

Because the time has quietly come to the end of August.

Tomorrow is September [-]st, the day Hogwarts starts school.

Sherlock must pack up his things and get ready to go to the magic school.

Because Professor McGonagall left him a bus ticket when he visited last time.

So the only way he knew to get to Hogwarts now was to go to King's Cross Station and take the train called the Hogwarts Express.

(End of this chapter)

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