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

Chapter 162 Amy
The sound of Rolle going downstairs gradually faded away, and Sherlock sat at the table by the window and read a newspaper from three days ago.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Karkaroff and Roll coming out of the bar together, and then using Apparition to leave.

Soon, another group of wizards came to the Leaky Cauldron, all wearing the official robes of the Ministry of Magic.

Apparently, someone reported this matter to the Ministry of Magic immediately after Karkaroff and the others left. The wizards who came now are all Aurors.

They came to the bar to do a simple investigation, asked what had happened and then left.

It's not that the Aurors don't do anything, it's that there really isn't much to learn.

Karkaroff and Roll came to the Leaky Cauldron and left without finding the person they were looking for. They couldn't analyze anything from a little girl's message alone.

After the Aurors had also left, Tom continued to wipe the bar with lingering fear, and most of the guests in the hall also left.

The wizards were all frightened by what happened just now, but luckily the people who came were Karkaroff and Rolle, who were not known as crazy among the Death Eaters.

Had Bellatrix Lestrange and her husband, Rodolphus Lestrange, two psychos who had come, someone would have suffered today.

And after Sherlock upstairs made sure that the Death Eaters and Aurors had all left, he gently raised the foot of the bed.

"Come out, they're all gone."

There was a rustling sound, as if something crawled out from under the bed, and then a small head emerged from the air, looking at Sherlock with clear and bright eyes.

The little girl wrapped her body with an invisibility cloak, and only her head was exposed. At first glance, it looked like a severed head floating in the air, which was a little scary.

The girl is only six or seven years old, with blond hair, very beautiful, and a delicate face like a porcelain doll. The most eye-catching thing is her pair of eyes, the blue eyes are bright and agile.

Sherlock looked at her and took a sip of black tea from his teacup.

"What is your name?"

"Amy."

The little girl's voice was very soft, with a milky taste, but her tone was very calm, and she didn't sound like a child of this age at all.

"What's the full name? What's the last name?" Sherlock looked at her and asked.

Amy shook her head.

"Dad said no."

Sherlock raised his eyebrows. He already knew the girl's last name from the Death Eater who searched the room just now, so he just wanted to confirm it when he asked.

"Is that where your father sent you here?"

Amy nodded again.

If Sherlock could guess that the Death Eaters wanted to catch her, it might have something to do with her family. Otherwise, a child would not even be old enough to go to a magic school, so there would be no point in catching her.

"Tom downstairs doesn't know you live here?"

Amy tilted her head and said.

"He knew it from the beginning, but he didn't know it when Dad left."

Sherlock thought for a moment, and then understood what she meant.

"Your father made him forget about it?"

""Forget everything", that old grandpa has forgotten both Amy and Dad."

Amy stretched out her white and tender fingers from the invisibility cloak and twirled in the air, repeating the movement of the Oblivion Curse, as if she was showing Sherlock the scene at that time.

The girl's father was also very alert. He also knew that the Death Eaters might come looking for his daughter, so he left her an invisibility cloak and erased Tom's memory about them.

Sherlock felt the trouble this Amy brought.

She may have nothing to do with herself, but her father definitely has a background, and the Death Eaters probably want to arrest her because of her father.

But Amy's father still didn't choose to bring her with him, but hid in the Leaky Cauldron Bar. Obviously, his current situation is not very good.

Sherlock frowned and looked back at the little girl, only to find that she had been staring at the plate of cookies on his desk.

Amy also saw his gaze, blinked and asked.

"Can Amy eat?"

She wasn't acting like a baby or begging, it was more like visiting a friend's house, seeing her favorite food and asking normally.

Sherlock helped her pull out the chair, indicating that this plate was hers.

Amy put down the invisibility cloak, and instead of sitting down at the table immediately, she trotted to the bathroom to wash her hands, and then ran back.

"Thank you."

She bowed and thanked Sherlock before finally sitting upright in a chair and eating biscuits.

Amy's tutoring is very good, and she is not naughty at all for children of this age.

As she ate the biscuit, Sherlock continued asking.

"Then why are you hiding in my room?"

When Amy speaks, she swallows all the food in her mouth before speaking.

"Amy feels safer here."

"How do you feel?" Sherlock raised an eyebrow.

"Dad said that Amy's feelings have always been accurate. If you are unsure about something, just follow your feelings."

When she said this, she showed a little childish pride, which made Sherlock feel that she was a bit childish.

"Then how did you eat before?"

"Amy would wear an invisibility cloak to get the food herself."

"Stealing from the bar?"

"No, Amy will pay, two knuts a loaf, and put it in the money-box on the bar. Papa said it wasn't right to steal, so Amy won't steal."

She held the biscuit in her hand and blinked at Sherlock as if asking if he had any questions?If not, she'll be eating cookies in peace.

Sherlock looked at her and laughed. He felt that the little girl named Amy was very cute.

"Eat, let's talk after you finish eating."

Then Sherlock brought her back a cup of hot milk. Amy ate very slowly, chewing slowly. She only ate less than half of a plate of biscuits and it took nearly half an hour.

When she was full, she turned to look at Sherlock with those bright eyes.

"Can Amy come here to play in the future?"

Sherlock didn't answer her immediately, but continued to ask questions.

"How long does your father want you to live here?"

"Dad said to ask Amy to wait here for him to come back. If he hasn't come back within a week, let Amy go with someone she feels is right."

"Follow whoever feels right for you?"

Sherlock frowned. The girl's father felt very strange, as if he was responsible, but very irresponsible.

"How long has your father been away?"

Amy sat on a high chair, dangling her feet in white socks. A small white calf was exposed under the trousers, and she opened a small palm to Sherlock.

"Five days."

She herself doesn't seem to be scared or nervous at all. A six or seven-year-old girl, her parents have been away from her for so many days, she doesn't cry or make trouble, and takes good care of herself, which is rare even in the magic world.

"And what about Amy's mother?"

"No mother." There was no sadness or sadness in Amy's words, but a little pride, "Dad said, Amy is his unique treasure, and he can't share Amy with others, so Amy doesn't have a mother." .”

Sherlock also understood her family background, either her parents were divorced, or her mother died very early, so her father would say such words to comfort the children.

This little girl named Amy is obviously going to cause trouble, but Sherlock doesn't really want to get rid of this trouble.

Maybe it's because I have been a professor for two years, and I have a protective desire when I see children, or maybe it's because Amy is very obedient, which makes Sherlock feel compassion, or maybe it's because of fate, which makes Sherlock feel that this little girl is very good. eyes.

He wanted to help the little girl.

"If Amy's father hasn't come to pick Amy after two days, Amy can come to me." Sherlock smiled and extended his hand to her, "My name is John Watson, nice to meet you you."

Amy tilted her head, looking at Sherlock's outstretched hand.

"If Amy follows John, it will cause trouble for John."

Sherlock blinked at her.

"John doesn't mind the trouble."

The girl pursed her lips, and stretched out her little hand to hold Sherlock's hand together.

"Nice to meet you too, John."

After the two got to know each other, they quickly played wizard chess to pass the time.

At lunch, Sherlock knew that she basically ate bread for every meal in the past five days, so she specially asked for some extra food from Tom, and shared it with her.

It wasn't until the evening that Amy said goodbye to Sherlock and returned to Room 10 next door.

Before it got dark, Snape found Sherlock.

"I have prepared the medicine, we can deliver it."

Sherlock looked at him in surprise.

"So fast? Doesn't it take three days?"

Snape looked disdainful.

"It's just a bottle of vitality tonic. Only garbage will last three days."

Although he was talking big, Snape had obviously been concocting medicine in the room all the time, which made Sherlock, who had been playing wizard chess with the little girl all day, a little ashamed, and he coughed lightly twice.

"Ahem, cough, you are indeed a master of potions. Let's go, let's go to deliver the goods, and let's see how much she can pay for my bottle of healing medicine."

The two left from the Leaky Cauldron together and came back to the Extraordinary potion finished product store. The witch who signed the contract with them last time was still in the store this time.

The witch was particularly surprised that they delivered the potion ahead of time, and the quality of the potion was so high.

She was full of praise for Snape's craftsmanship, and at the same time gave the price of Sherlock's bottle of healing potion.

"Our pharmacist didn't detect the ingredients in your bottle of medicine, but the therapeutic effect is better than most of the medicines on the market, even reaching the same level as Baixian essence."

The witch didn't underestimate the effect of the potion in order to lower the price, obviously she was planning to cooperate with Sherlock for a long time.

"But because it is a new type of medicine, the price will not be as high as that of Baixian essence. If you only want to sell the finished product, I can only give you half the price of Baixian essence. If you want to sell the formula, then the price we can It’s easy to negotiate, even signing an agreement and sharing it proportionally.”

The conditions she offered were very sincere. If Sherlock really had the medicine formula in his hand, maybe he would agree to sell the formula to her directly.

The formula of the healing potion is only fragments of the magic stone. Of course, it is impossible for him to sell this kind of thing, so he can only sell the finished product directly.

"According to what you said, half the price of white fresh essence is good. I remember that the price of white fresh essence on the market is basically around 30 Galleons for a small bottle."

The witch seemed a little disappointed with his decision, but the business still had to go on, she said.

"The price of a bottle of white fresh essence in my store is 34 galleons. If you sell the finished product of that bottle of potion, I can offer you 17 galleons."

Sherlock narrowed his eyes, and his smile was full of riches.

He hadn't thought before that the healing potion made from fragments of the Sorcerer's Stone could be sold for so much money. To him, this was a completely costless business. Selling a bottle would net him 17 Galleons.

The full version of the Philosopher's Stone can not only make the elixir of life, but also has the effect of turning stones into gold.Fragments of the Sorcerer's Stone also inherited part of the "touch stone into gold", and the healing potions produced alone can create a huge fortune.

"How long does it take to refine this potion?" The witch then asked.

Sherlock didn't say too much about the output. If there are too many things, let people know that this potion is easy to refine and the materials are cheap, so the price will definitely be lowered.

"I can provide you with five bottles a month. The refining process is not troublesome, but some ingredients in it are very scarce, similar to white fresh." He smacked his lips and said.

Snape on the side couldn't help but twitched his lips when he saw him like this.

After getting acquainted these days, seeing Sherlock like this, he knew that he was fooling people.

The witch was very surprised.

"Five bottles is already a lot! If you can maintain this quantity of supply, then our store can use this as the main product, and when the price rises in the future, we can also increase the purchase price."

The hostess of the shop is generous in her business and makes one feel comfortable working with her.

After finalizing the purchase price of the healing potion, Sherlock took Snapa aside privately.

"The cost of my bottle of medicine is very low, and it doesn't take time. If you want, you can push the list of refining medicine."

Snape said coldly.

"The money you sell is yours, and the money I make from refining medicine is mine. It has nothing to do with me if you make money. I have nothing to do here, so I just use her family's materials to practice techniques."

Sherlock patted him on the shoulder.

"We are all grasshoppers on the same rope, why should we share yours and mine? It's born."

"Go away, don't get close to me!"

Snape is just a dead duck with a hard mouth. He is actually in a period of confusion right now. He doesn't know what to do other than save Lily. Refining medicine can calm his mind and pass the time by the way.

After negotiating everything, Sherlock sold the seven bottles of healing potions he had kept on his body to the witch. He harvested a total of 119 Galleons, and his wallet became full in an instant.

Now the problem of him and Snape's survival here is completely resolved, and there is no need to worry about the future.

And they don't have any idea about returning to the correct timeline. Sherlock can only focus on one thing that is also very important, and he just has a chance to understand it at this time.

That's what's wrong with the original owner's parents.

(End of this chapter)