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Chapter 228 I am also waiting for that day

By the time Sherlock left Hogwarts, the sun had risen to its highest point.

From the Quidditch World Cup final last night until today's noon, he didn't have a good rest, and he didn't even have time to take a bite of his meal.

But Sherlock didn't feel tired in the slightest, he just walked the streets of Hogsmeade with a heavy heart.

To be honest, Sally's story is indeed magnificent, but the current Sherlock is not the original real Sherlock, and he shouldn't have such direct feelings.

However, Sherlock, who has completed two soul fusions, is no longer truly carefree even if the consciousness that has traveled over is always dominant.

Sherlock and Sherlock are indistinguishable from each other.

The two have already merged into one. Sherlock has experienced another life with the identity of the original owner of this world. Naturally, he has to bear the responsibilities and obligations he should have assumed, not to mention, he can get to where he is today. , relying on those things that Sally left for him.

He stood in the middle of Hogsmeade's main road, looked up at the scorching sun in the sky, and subconsciously narrowed his eyes.

"It's nice to be loved."

Then, his figure disappeared on the streets of this small town.

The next second, Sherlock suddenly appeared in a hidden alley in London.

He took off his wizard robe, revealing the usual attire in Muggle society. He quickly found a phone booth on the side of the street, took out a note from his pocket, and dialed the number on it. phone.

Not long after, the phone was connected, and he opened his mouth to speak.

"I'm Sherlock. I'm near Portobello Street. I want to meet you. Please don't let him know."

After a long silence over there, the slightly trembling voice of the old butler named Brad sounded.

"I'll go right away, master."

After hanging up the phone, Sherlock didn't wander around. There were many shops on this street. He was sitting under the awning of a cafe, gently stroking the magic wand that he always used.

He didn't make him wait long, and soon an unremarkable black car slowly stopped on the side of the road, and the old man in a meticulous black suit got out of the car.

"Master."

Regardless of Sherlock's father's attitude towards him, the old butler was always respectful and always regarded Sherlock as a serious heir to the title.

Sherlock has never dealt with these family servants whose wealth and status are regarded as top in the whole world, and he has never intended to slap his face because of the respectful attitude of this old man, but asked him to sit down first. .

Two cups of coffee, which he couldn't tell whether they were hand-ground or instant, were served. Neither of the two people sitting here had the intention of tasting it, and neither was in the mood to taste it.

After a long silence, Sherlock asked softly.

"How is his body recently?"

The worry on the old butler's face was not a disguise. He had been the butler of the three Dukes of the Cavendish family in a row, and he had a loyalty to the family that should not be doubted by anyone.

"Master's disease cannot be cured. The situation is not bad but it is not optimistic. The doctor said that this is the best result."

Hearing what he said, Sherlock seemed to be thinking and hesitating. In the end, he decided not to interfere with his mother's arrangement, but he would not do nothing either.

He took out seven bottles of transparent medicine from his pocket and placed them on the table.

"Grandpa Brad"

The old butler quickly said, "Just call me Brad."

Sherlock didn't bother with the title, but continued.

"You should know that there are some differences between me and normal people."

As he said that, he controlled everything on the table in front of the old housekeeper, floated up gently, and fell back to the original position after two seconds.

Then the button on the old butler's sleeve suddenly changed into a ladybug, and then changed back to itself,

Just such a simple trick has already shocked the old butler who thought he had seen many big scenes with the three dukes, and nothing would shock him.

He could also vaguely hear from Sherlock's father, the current Duke of Devonshire, that Sherlock was hanging out with some strange people.

He always thought that those people called "wizards" by the duke were a group of jugglers and liars, and he always wanted to find a chance to persuade the "young master" who was addicted to it to let him turn around.

But today, he realized that the "wizard" he understood and the real wizard were completely different things.

Sherlock just simply showed some magic in front of him that wasn't even a spell.

The Ministry of Magic's enforcement of the "Secrecy Act" is stronger than any law. Even if there is no heald, there will be other weird things watching around.

Once there is a fluctuation of magic power, they can all feel it.

Fortunately, he was an old man who had seen a lot of people in the market. Brad was not provoked into yelling, and showed no reluctance to admit it. He quickly looked at Sherlock hesitantly.

"Master, does he know that you have this ability, Master?"

"My mother and I are the same kind of people."

Hearing what Sherlock said, the old butler sighed. He thought that if Sherlock showed such magic in front of his father, the conflict between father and son would be resolved.

But Sherlock said this, let him understand, in fact, the Duke has always known that magic and wizards are real.

"There are actually other hidden things about him and my mother." Sherlock just said so much and didn't reveal more, "I'm revealing this to you to let you know that the things I come into contact with are different from normal people. The same. These medicines are the same, you take them away and give him a bottle every other month, although he can't completely cure his illness, it can also relieve him a lot."

As he said that, Sherlock picked up a bottle of potion made from fragments of the Philosopher's Stone from the table in front of him, and drank it himself.

"If you still have concerns, you can try it with other people, but don't tell him about it, he will definitely not drink these things after he knows. You leave me an address, and if the potion runs out, I will Then owl the new ones."

The old butler nodded solemnly. He looked at Sherlock and opened his mouth to say something, but before he could speak, Sherlock spoke first.

"I know you want to ask, can I still meet him one day?"

The old housekeeper sighed and nodded again.

Sherlock looked at all kinds of passers-by on the side of the road, his eyes were a little dazed, and a smile appeared on his face.

"I'm also waiting for that day."

(End of this chapter)