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Chapter 204 Amy and John, Vera and Sherlock
"You got it in Galleons for pounds from the goblins at Gringotts?"

There was no surprise on Sherlock's face, but he looked a little distressed.

"Yeah." The girl nodded slightly.

"Is it the wages you have saved over the years?"

"And a small portion of Dad's legacy."

"According to the current exchange rate announced by the goblins, one galleon can be exchanged for about five pounds, and 20 pounds equals [-] galleons."

Sherlock just made a simple calculation, and the expression on his face became more and more distressed.He turned around and looked at Silk who was still wearing the big black robe, covered the upper half of his face with a hood, and had a vegetable basket on his arm with some onions and potatoes in it, and sighed helplessly.

"Before you buy it, tell me at least that it is very bad to exchange Galleons for pounds at Gringotts, and 20 pounds. This yard is not even worth [-] pounds. You earned that money yourself. Don't you feel bad?"

Silke shook his head with a smile on his lips.

"Don't feel bad."

Since seeing Sherlock again, the smiles on her face have increased more and more, but it seems that the epiphyllum only blooms in the middle of the night, and will only show the beauty that exists in an instant to specific people.

Sherlock sighed again, and took the basket of onions and potatoes from her arm.

"Let's go, let me see how your new home is, and lunch is also settled here."

Silk's eyes hidden in the black ribbon revealed a little joy that rarely appeared in her emotions before, and her steps became brisk, leading Sherlock to open the courtyard door that belonged to her alone .

The vegetation in the front yard is basically unchanged, only the two maple trees are filled with windmills.

Sherlock followed her into the living room. The original owner's furniture had already been moved out. The current furniture decoration is relatively simple. There are only sofa coffee table and shoe cabinet in the living room, not even a hanger.

"Won't it become the focus when you go out dressed like this?"

He complained and pulled Silk's hood off her head, revealing a face that was so delicate that it didn't belong to the world.

Silk wrinkled his nose, not because he hated Sherlock's behavior at this time, but because he didn't like his attitude towards him like a child.

"I've used a spell, and I look ordinary to Muggles."

"After that, you don't need to wear a hood when you go out. If you use this to cover your face every day, people will become depressed. Seeing the sun more is good for maintaining a good mood."

Sherlock was nagging, like an old father who was worried about his child living alone, and he always had endless exhortations.

Silk walked into the kitchen with a vegetable basket expressionless, peeled the onions and potatoes he had just bought and put them in the sink to wash them.

"You live here now, what about your job at the German Ministry of Magic?"

"I quit."

"Resigned?" Sherlock was taken aback, and then he could basically guess the reason for her resignation. He shook his head, "It doesn't matter if you resigned, I guess you don't like that place yourself."

"Since you have resigned, let's rest at home for a while. If you still want to find a job in the UK, I can help you. If you don't want to work, go on a trip. If you don't have enough money, come to me."

Seeing that he started to chatter again, Silk directed the kitchen knife to cut the potatoes, and interrupted him softly.

"I've found a new job."

Sherlock raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"You've only moved to England within a week? So fast? Where do you work?"

Hearing his question, Silk pursed his lips, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and remained silent without answering, as if expecting something to happen.

Seeing that she didn't want to talk about it, Sherlock didn't continue to ask any more questions, but just chattered about some interpersonal matters, telling her that if she was bullied, don't swallow her anger, just beat him up, if you can't beat him, come to him to complain, He went to help find the place.

Silke's cooking skills did not seem to be proficient. She controlled the kitchen utensils in the kitchen and worked hard for more than an hour before barely getting two lunches.

The extremely simple baked potato and onion soup, it can be seen that she has performed exceptionally well in making these two dishes.

Afterwards, under Silk's nervous and expectant eyes, Sherlock tasted the first mouthful of onion soup. The corner of his mouth just twitched for a moment, and then he admired Silk's craftsmanship, saying that even Hogg All of Watts's house-elf cooking skills combined were inferior to her one hand.

There was an obvious look of joy on Silk's face, and she quietly took a sip of the fruit of her busy work all afternoon, and then the expression on her face became expressionless again.

Looking at Silk who spit the onion soup that he hadn't swallowed into the trash can, Sherlock comforted him.

"Actually, it's not that bad. As long as you put less sugar, less salt, less butter, longer cooking time, and smaller onions, the taste is indeed very good."

Silk took the bowl of onion soup from Sherlock's hand and poured it all into the sink, with a straight face, as if he was sulking at himself.

"Let's go out to eat."

"What are you going to eat? Leave it to me, although I don't know if it will suit your taste." Sherlock rolled up his sleeves and walked into the kitchen.

In fact, he didn't have to do it himself at all, he directly controlled the few potatoes that Silke hadn't used up, quickly peeled and cleaned them, waved his hand, and the kitchen knife flew up by itself, like a chef in a restaurant. The potatoes are shredded, and each one is exactly the same, as if measured with a ruler.

Silk lay quietly on the dining table like this, watching Sherlock continue to babble in the kitchen while pouring oil into the pot and shredded potatoes, just like they used to be in the small room of the Leaky Cauldron .

"Our family's Amy was born to be a lady. It doesn't matter if you don't know how to cook. You just need to be responsible for eating. If you are not used to the taste of Chinese food, I actually learned a little bit of French cooking skills, but it's just at home. After a while of messing around, no one gave feedback on how it tasted, and I was quite happy eating it myself."

"From now on, when it's time for dinner, take two more steps to my place. As long as you come, I will make an extra portion. Of course, if you want to stay, I will clean up another room for you. You will become a big girl, It's not good to be seen by others, if someone asks you, just say it's my sister, even though we don't look much alike."

"Sherlock." Silk, who had been listening quietly, suddenly shouted.

Sherlock turned to her suspiciously.

Silk's expression was very serious, and her eyes hidden in the black ribbon seemed to be very serious as well.

"In the future, don't call me Amy, call me Vera, and I don't call you John, just call you Sherlock."

Sherlock was stunned for a moment. He looked at the girl's extremely serious face, blinked, and smiled.

"it is good."

(End of this chapter)