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

Chapter 370
After the arm was grabbed, Sherlock didn't move for the first time.

But in fact, after seeing this wizard, his domain of control immediately spread out. It seemed that his hands had been restrained, but in fact he could cast a spell on the scarface wizard at any time.

The wizard smiled at Sherlock.

The smiling face moved the long and narrow scar on his face, making his smile extremely ferocious.

And Sherlock narrowed his eyes at this moment.

"We know each other?"

Bloom was also stunned on the spot. Seeing the strange behavior of the wizard, he thought at first that Sherlock had met some acquaintance.

But the scarface wizard didn't answer Sherlock's question immediately, but let go of his hand again, and whispered deliberately.

"Don't rush away, come in with me."

After hearing his voice, Sherlock's face froze for a moment.

Contrary to the wizard's appearance, his voice clearly gave off a sense of aging, not like a middle-aged man, but more like an old man who has entered his twilight years.

Moreover, the voice was very familiar, yet a little strange, as if the name was on Sherlock's lips, but he couldn't say it no matter what.

Sherlock's face was suspicious, and the scar-faced wizard walked straight into the yard after saying this to him.

Bloom glanced at the wizard, then at Sherlock, and asked suspiciously.

"You two know each other?"

Sherlock shook his head. He didn't answer, but walked back into the yard with Bloom.

"Let's see the situation first."

The scar-faced wizard seemed to be familiar with Mrs. Matthew. He walked directly through the garden path and sat on the terrace. He took out a teacup from his pocket and poured a cup of hot water. Tea.

"I heard what this kid said to you just outside."

He said without hesitation, and his voice was still old and completely inconsistent with his appearance.

For his performance, Mrs. Matthew did not show any dislike or dissatisfaction, but her tone was still full of sarcasm.

"It's already in this situation, when will you dare to show your face and come to my place once?"

The scar-faced wizard drank the tea in the cup as if he didn't hear what she said, and then put his hands on his stomach and leaned back on the recliner securely. That posture made Sherlock feel even more familiar .

"I wish there were more cubes of sugar in the tea," he muttered.

Then he hummed twice as if nothing had happened, and said in that slightly flattering and flattering tone.

"Take it as a way of saving my face. What happened at that time was that old bastard Dumbledore did something dishonest. It has nothing to do with Sherlock. You know it's not easy for him now, so just help him."

Mrs. Matthew's face remained expressionless.

"Who knows whether he came to me for help, whether he wanted to come by himself, or brought a message for Dumbledore. I was originally a careless old woman, and you still owe me a lot of favors. Why should I give you face?"

The scar-faced wizard still had the smiling expression on his face, but when matched with the scar, this smile did not make people feel amiable at all. If there was a child here, he would probably be directly attracted by it. cry.

"Actually, I know that you don't really hate Dumbledore for that matter. After all, you are still dissatisfied with his inaction in the past seven years, which made me lose my job. I have explained a lot to you. Again, that matter is my personal problem and has nothing to do with Dumbledore."

"You're a bit too narcissistic, isn't it because of you that I dislike Dumbledore? Besides, I've helped you enough times."

The wizard raised his eyebrows at Sherlock, as if to say: Look, no matter how old women are, they will always be like this.

"Anyway, it's not bad this time or twice, please help, Denise. Well, of course, if you agree, I will naturally reciprocate, such as the bottle of medicine you have always wanted, I can help you in advance You deserve it."

As soon as he said this, the expression on Mrs. Matthew's face could no longer maintain the calmness and calmness before.

She stared at the scar-faced wizard with strange eyes, and looked at him for a long time before speaking.

"What does this kid have to do with you and Dumbledore, and you need to spend so much time taking care of him? Or is he some kind of illegitimate child of yours? He's not the right age either."

"puff!"

The wizard spit out the tea that he swallowed before he drank it, and he wiped his wet chin in some embarrassment.

"What are you talking about here? Just say you can't help!"

Mrs. Matthew was not torturing him on purpose, but turned her gaze back to Sherlock.

"Do you want to help someone take out the [time crumbs] that have been integrated into his body?"

If Sherlock didn't recognize the scar-faced wizard in front of him at this time, he could find a piece of tofu and kill him.

Things obviously turned around, and he didn't mean to put on a gesture, so he nodded and said.

"Yes, [time debris] entered her eyes, so I would like to ask you if there is any way to get it out."

"Whether there is a solution or not depends on the specific situation. I have time the morning after tomorrow. You can bring that person over and I will help her look at the situation. But you must agree in advance. I just promised you to look at the situation, not all I can solve any problem."

With a little hope, Sherlock is already content.

"Thank you, Mrs. Matthew, and thank you, S."

"Cough, cough, cough."

The scarface wizard coughed twice violently, interrupting Sherlock, and then waved at him.

"Thank you, thank you, let's go quickly when it's okay, I still want to catch up with my old friends."

Sherlock laughed. He actually didn't intend to call out the true identity of this timid old man.

"Then when there is a chance in the future, you must come to my house as a guest. I will treat you to roasted elbows with two layers of honey."

"Oh ho ho ho, this is not a bad treat, I will consider it."

Then Sherlock didn't stay here any longer, and walked out the door with Bloom again.

This time, he waited until he was out the door before Bloom asked.

"Is that wizard some kind of friend of yours?"

Sherlock smiled and shook his head.

"Not a friend, but he is a very good elder of mine. Thank you very much for your help today, Mel, and I will not delay your work later. I will call Kingsley together when I have time, please come My family had a big meal as a thank you."

Bloom's fat face also showed a happy smile.

"Then I'll look forward to it, Mr. Forrester."

(End of this chapter)