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Chapter 390 Mr. Tony
Village of Badley Barberton.

This small village in Wiltshire has always had little contact with the outside world.

In the middle of the village, there is a yard that looks abandoned. An old war monument is erected in the center, and there are several benches for the villagers who come here to rest in their spare time.

Tony is a resident of Budley Barberton Village.

His grandparents worked as barbers in this small village, even he himself was no exception. Because he opened the only barber shop in the village, coupled with his superb skills and eloquence, he was always called Mr. Tony.

Mr. Tony is well-off in such a small village. He not only owns a barber shop, but also has two properties passed down from his ancestors.

With such a rich family background, he couldn't help but make his vision a lot higher, and he looked down on girls of the same age in the village.

I always think that I should find some time to go to the big city to cast a net to catch fish. Those beautiful and fashionable urban beauties are more worthy of his status.

Today is the weekend, and Mr. Tony will give himself a day off every day, because he monopolizes the right to have a haircut in the village, and he also has the capital to rest whenever he wants to.

But he hadn't just walked out of his home, wanted to take a stroll at the war monument, imagined in his mind his dream of going to a big city to continue to be Tony's teacher in the future, and suddenly stood by the road.

His gaze was like a small sampan sucked by the whirlpool in the sea, fixed on one direction.

There was a pair of young-looking men and women walking over together.

Teacher Tony is not gay. Although he admits that the man is equally handsome and unearthly, even slightly stronger than him, but in terms of attractiveness, he can't compare to the one who is holding his arm and walking beside him silver-haired girl.

That beautiful figure is like the most perfect masterpiece in the sky, just looking at it from a distance, it is so fascinating.

Teacher Tony feels like he has found true love.

Feeling that his heart had been captured, he completely ignored the man next to the silver-haired girl. He felt that he had to be bolder and go up to confess his love bravely.

In fact, it wasn't just him. Along the way between Silk and Sherlock, no man who saw Silk's performance was any better than Tony.

She has half Veela blood in her body, and she can usually suppress the inherent charm, which is only for wizards, and there is no good way for Muggles.

Just when Teacher Tony was about to let go of his figure, his brain was spinning rapidly, trying to organize his words to express his love.

He was pleasantly surprised to find that Silk was walking in his direction.

In fact, Sherlock and Silk walked towards him together, but there was no sign of Sherlock in his eyes.

"Mr Tony Barberton?"

Sherlock squinted at the flushed, excited-looking Muggle in front of him, and called out his name.

And the next second after he opened his mouth, Teacher Tony seemed to become a person, the excitement receded as if cold water had been poured on him, his red face calmed down again, and then he spoke in a serious manner.

"I'm Tony."

"Is number 31 your residence?"

"It's my house, but I don't live there now. An old man has rented out the house."

The proud teacher Tony is uncharacteristically well-behaved, and he knows everything about Sherlock's problems.

Sherlock's tone remained flat.

"Anthracene, that's really great. Could you please lend me the key to Room 31? I can return it to you soon."

"You can use whatever you want."

After he made the request, Tony took out a key from his pocket and handed it to him without hesitation, as if it wasn't the first time he met Sherlock today.

"Thank you for your generosity, then see you later."

After receiving the key, Sherlock and Silk turned and left together, walking towards the center of the village.

Right after they left, Teacher Tony scratched his flamingo-like hair with a blank expression as if he had just woken up from a dream.

"What do I want to do when I go out?"

At this time, Sherlock and Silk had found Room 31 together.

"Did you use the Imperius Curse on that Muggle just now?" Silk asked worriedly.

Sherlock shrugged.

"Why do you imagine me to be so bad? It's just another variant application of insanity. I have used this spell a lot these days, and I have summed up some experience. This Muggle is lucky enough to experience it and will not offend it." magical law."

Of course Silk didn't care if Sherlock had violated the magic law, she was just worried about what bad effect it would have on himself if Sherlock used the Unforgivable Curse.

When I came to the door of house 31, it looked no different from other houses in the village.

It was a very ordinary Muggle house, and no one would have thought that there would be a wizard living in it if they had not received the news in advance.

Sherlock didn't stop, he walked to the door and directly inserted the door key into the lock, and opened the door.

The room was quiet, as if no one was there.

But there was another cup of steaming hot tea on the dining table in the living room. It was obvious that someone was sitting at the table drinking tea just now.

Sherlock didn't make a sound, he directly let go of his control area, and soon looked at an ordinary chair beside the dining table.

"Professor Slughorn, will you hide even if I come?"

He looked at the chair and asked with a smile.

It's just that even if he spoke, the chair still didn't respond, and Sherlock's eyes still didn't move away until a few seconds passed. After realizing that he wasn't cheating himself, the chair twisted for a while, and then a fat, An old man with a walrus-like beard appeared in front of Sherlock and Silk.

"Ah, it turned out to be Sherlock. How did you know that I live here? Come on, come and sit down first, and this beautiful lady, please sit down."

Slughorn acted like he didn't deliberately hide from Sherlock just now, warmly invited the two of them to sit down, and poured tea for them by himself.

"Your reputation is very loud in the wizarding world. In the past few months, I saw news about you almost every day. Sherlock, I am really happy. You have not lived up to your mother's expectations of you. "

He seems to deliberately hold the topic in his own hands, and without giving Sherlock the slightest chance to speak first, he continued to ask.

"Who is this beautiful lady next to you?"

(End of this chapter)