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

Chapter 369 Mrs. Matthew
This old witch named Mrs. Matthew is a witch who doesn't seem very easy to contact.

She has a long hooked nose that is characteristic of most witches in Western animation, her face is full of wrinkles and age spots, and her hair is also gray and white.

While greeting Bloom, her eyes were actually on Sherlock.

Bloom seemed to get along well with his mentor, and he didn't appear too restrained in his speech and demeanor.

"Teacher, you know that things in the time hall are really busy, besides, didn't I take time out to see you today?"

"Hmph, came to see me specifically, and brought someone I don't know?"

Hearing that they had already talked about himself, Sherlock was not silent, and introduced himself.

"Good morning, Mrs. Matthew, I'm Sherlock Forrest, the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts."

Looking at Sherlock, Mrs. Matthew didn't show any special expression on her face.

"Oh, Mr. Forrest, although I am an old woman who doesn't know much about the world, of course I have heard of your name recently, so what's the matter for you to come to an old woman like me?"

The rocking chair under her swayed slightly, but she was holding hot tea in her hand, and said polite words, but in fact, she didn't want Sherlock and Bloom to sit down at all, and had no intention of entertaining guests.

Bloom's face was a little embarrassed. He knew that his teacher usually had a weird temper, but he wasn't completely rude.

Just when he wanted to make a sound to adjust the atmosphere, Sherlock had already spoken before him.

"I want to ask you about [Time Shards]."

Bloom can be regarded as a typical Ravenclaw, that is, a technical nerd, who has been doing research in the Department of Mysteries all year round, and is not very familiar with the world.

Mrs. Matthew's gesture is actually expressing her dissatisfaction with some aspects of Sherlock.

Although Sherlock himself was sure that this was the first time he saw this old witch today, and he had absolutely never offended her before, but in fact, Sherlock's current position was just a statement.

Maybe this Mrs. Matthew had a good relationship with Scrimgeour in the Ministry of Magic before, or maybe she had a good personal relationship with a pure-blood family who was arrested because of Sherlock. There must be many reasons.

So Sherlock didn't want to make any remedies now, and went straight to the point, so he probably knew what her attitude was.

Mrs. Matthew's voice is still the same faint tone.

"[Time crumbs]? There are not many people who are still paying attention to this. What aspect do you want to know?"

"I want to know, if this kind of thing is absorbed by the human body, is it still possible to take it out?"

"Human absorption? Ha."

Mrs. Matthew chuckled, and she put down the teacup in her hand, as if she had discovered something extraordinary.

"This is not a simple problem. Anyone who has studied time a little bit knows that [Time Shards] has no form. Unless special methods are used, normal wizards cannot even touch it."

What she said made Sherlock understand other meanings, and his eyes on Mrs. Matthew became a little brighter.

"It's not a simple problem, which means you have encountered it before?"

Mrs. Matthew held up the teacup again expressionlessly, and took a sip.

"You asked me to ask this, is it related to the fight against the mysterious people and the Death Eaters?"

Sherlock wasn't lying, he said calmly.

"It's okay, it's just a personal matter about me."

"Then please go back." Mrs. Matthew said mercilessly, "If it is related to fighting against the mysterious person, I don't mind letting go of some things and providing you with some help, but since it is your private matter, I don't care about it." It's necessary."

Bloom on the side suddenly became a little anxious.

"Teacher, you and Mr. Forrest shouldn't have any problems, right? Why can't you help him?"

Sherlock didn't say anything, and he really wanted to know why.

Mrs. Matthew sneered.

"It's true that he has nothing to do with me, but that old fellow Dumbledore has a problem with me. From a big standpoint, I don't care about some of the previous personal grievances, but since it's a personal matter of Dumbledore's professors, I have helped other than let What benefits can I gain besides adding trouble to myself?"

Bloom wanted to say something more, but Mrs. Matthew cut him off before he could open his mouth.

"I don't think you're busy enough at work, Mel, you're just helping out with everything. I'll write to Old Jones when I have time. Is the Department of Mysteries already so slack?"

Only now did Sherlock know why he had never seen this old witch, but he had been disgusted since he entered the door.

The reason turned out to be Dumbledore.

Nowadays, anyone who reads the news knows that Sherlock is treated as a successor by Dumbledore, and the two of them only changed their names to Sherlock Dumbledore.

If there was a grudge with Dumbledore, it is normal to hate Wujiwu now.

Sherlock took a deep look at Mrs. Matthew, and finally thanked her.

"Thank you for your hospitality today, ma'am. Since you don't welcome me, I'll leave first."

Regarding his farewell, Mrs. Matthew didn't express the slightest, as if she didn't hear what he said, she was still drinking her tea quietly on the recliner.

Bloom also said goodbye to the old witch in a muffled voice, and followed Sherlock to leave with him.

When they got to the door, Bloom apologized.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Forrest, my teacher's character is a bit weird, I'll try to persuade her later."

Sherlock was not so depressed, and he comforted Bloom in turn.

"Today has already troubled you, Mel. It doesn't matter if Mrs. Matthew has a prejudice against me. When I go back and ask Dumbledore about the matter, I will have another chance in the future."

Just when he said this, before he stretched out his hand to the wooden door of the yard to open it, someone pushed the door and walked in.

It was a middle-aged wizard who entered the door. He looked fierce and had a long and narrow scar on his face. He seemed to know that he was not a character to be provoked.

Sherlock frowned the moment he saw him.

He felt that the time when the wizard entered the door was a bit wrong, because he didn't have the habit of always opening the control area and wasting energy, so Sherlock didn't know when he came, and whether he heard their conversation.

And just as Sherlock frowned, the wizard suddenly grabbed his arm!

(End of this chapter)