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Chapter 213 Do You Want To Be My Sister?

The Auror who had used the Oblivion Curse on Roberts still looked devastated.

He was wearing a pair of baggy knickerbockers, and he saw Sherlock at a glance.

"It's Sherlock, man, my God! You have the time to watch the game!" The bloomer wizard looked shocked, but then he seemed to remember something, "Ah, I forgot, you should now I was teaching at Hogwarts, and I heard from Kingsley that after becoming a teacher, you have changed a lot, and you are not as withdrawn as before."

Hearing what he said, Silk looked at Sherlock with some doubts.

Sherlock didn't pay attention to Silk's gaze, he looked at the bloomer wizard, who was obviously his former colleague, but he had no impression of him at all, so he could only speak vaguely.

"It's just another time today, so I came here with my nephew and friend."

Only then did the bloomer wizard notice Silk standing beside Sherlock, with a look of surprise in his eyes, he clicked his tongue in wonder.

"Unexpectedly, I originally thought that you would spend your whole life with the magic book, it's ok, you boy."

Sherlock shook his head with a headache.

"It's not what you think"

Before he could explain, the wizard in bloomers interrupted him.

"Sorry, buddy, I don't have time to chat with you for the time being. I'm too busy right now. You've seen that Muggle's situation. The side effects of the Oblivion Curse are too obvious. I'm going to find some joy potion for him, otherwise It won't be long before he will be depressed, and we will see you next time."

After speaking, he left in a hurry to find medicine for Roberts.

Sherlock shrugged, and had no dislike for such a carefree former colleague.

Back to normal on the side, Roberts found the change as if nothing had happened, and gave them directions in a flat voice.

"Your camp is the innermost, and the tents are there."

Sherlock gave the Muggle a sympathetic look, took the change and walked towards the misty woods with Silk, who was carrying a travel bag.

They passed through the white mist, and the scenery in front of them suddenly opened up, and they came to an open space.

There are tents set up everywhere here, and all kinds of wizards walk through the camps. There are African wizards in white robes who are roasting rabbits, there are American wizards with a shiny banner next to the tents, and they are talking and laughing together. An Asian wizard with a scarf wrapped around his head, sitting on a picnic blanket and playing cards.

Looking at these people, Sherlock felt as if at least half of the wizards in the world had come here.

A little girl riding a toy broomstick seemed to be unskilled in flying, so she recklessly bumped into Silk, fell off the broom, and fell off a buttock.

Silke helped to pull her up from the ground, probably because her appearance was inherently good-looking, and she was missing a front tooth in her mouth, and the little girl who spoke out did not show timidity, and thanked her generously.

Then she was grabbed by her mother's ear, taught Ti to slip away, and smiled apologetically at Sherlock and the others before leaving.

Sherlock looked at Silk, who subconsciously showed a smile on the corner of his mouth, and asked with a smile on his face.

"How do you feel here?"

"Not bad." She didn't know when her hand grabbed Sherlock's arm.

Sherlock didn't notice, and he walked forward happily.

"If you feel good, you will come out to play more when there are such activities in the future. If you stay at home and always think about those divinations and prophecies, people will become withdrawn."

"Sherlock used to be like this?"

She paid attention to the conversation between the bloomer wizard and Sherlock just now, and realized that Sherlock didn't seem to have such a personality before.

Sherlock tilted his head in thought.

"In the past, I really didn't like to communicate with others. Later, some things happened and I started to talk more, so I realized that it's not good for you to stay away from people all day long. Also, what kind of job did you find? I You didn't tell me after asking so many times?"

Hearing his question, Silk couldn't help showing an intoxicating smile on his face.

"secret."

"Let me say first, any job is fine, just don't go to the Ministry of Magic to be an Auror like your old man."

"I don't like the Ministry of Magic."

"That's good. Normal people don't have a good impression of those politicians, but there are also some good people in it, such as this one."

When they were chatting, they had already reached the camp assigned to them, and Mr. Weasley, who was desperately unwilling to use magic outside the tent and wanted to use a lighter to start a fire, looked up inadvertently, and happened to see Sherlock.

"Hi! You're just in time, Sherlock, we're getting ready for lunch!"

But when he saw Silk holding Sherlock's arm, he was completely stunned.

The mouth was open as if it could put down a Bludger, the eyes stared like two cow eggs, and the lighter in his hand fell to the ground unconsciously.

Sherlock was also a little stunned by Mr. Weasley's shock at the moment. He and Mr. Weasley stared at each other. Just when he was about to speak, he heard him scream with a trill.

"Molly! Come out! Come out, Molly!"

Before Mrs. Weasley, who was processing the ingredients in the tent, came out, the angry voice had already come from inside.

"What are you fussing about again! Stop trying to figure out how to use that lighter! If you don't light the fire again, we can't expect to have lunch!"

"No no no! Come out!"

Soon the chubby Mrs. Weasley came out of the tent with an unfriendly face under Mr. Weasley's endless calls.

She saw the still intact timber, and was just about to glar at Mr. Weasley when she spotted Sherlock and Silk next to him.

Looking at the pair of slender white fingers holding Sherlock's arm, Mrs. Weasley stayed in place as if under a petrification spell.

Sherlock, who only discovered the reason for their shock at this time, broke away his arm from Silk's hand helplessly, pulled her in front of him, and introduced her to Mr. and Mrs. Weasley.

"This is Vera Silk, my friend and neighbor. I have a good relationship with her father, and I always treat her like a younger sister."

After listening to Sherlock's introduction, Mr. Weasley and Mrs. Weasley looked at each other, while Silk frowned with slender and beautiful brows, and emphasized again a sentence that had been emphasized countless times before.

"I'm a year older than you."

"I know, I know, you're a year older than me, but so what? You want to be my sister?"

(End of this chapter)