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Chapter 401 Do you think this is an insult? (4K)

Together with Draco, Sherlock used Apparition and came to a hidden alley.

This is obviously a Muggle city, looking through the alley to the street, you can see many Muggles walking along the street.

"What are we doing here?"

Draco asked stiffly.

Of course he didn't feel that Sherlock brought him here to investigate something about the Death Eaters. Lucius was a well-known thing.

Although he has not officially appeared in the conflict between the Death Eaters and the Aurors so far, no one will not miss the filth between him and Voldemort.

And Draco, as the son of Lucius, has been well-known in his family since he was a child. Even if Sherlock has no brains, he will not contact him with anything related to the actions against the Death Eaters.

"Just come with me. Take it easy. Taking you out is not going to the execution ground. You can treat this as an ordinary outing."

While talking, Sherlock took Draco to the street.

This is a small city in England with a small resident population, but the infrastructure in the city is also very sound.

It was the first time for Draco to walk in a completely Muggle city like this. He was full of instinctive disgust for everything around him, but also a little curious, especially when he saw the windows of some shops on both sides of the street. When those bright billboards.

In the past, even if you went to London’s Diagon Alley to buy school supplies, Lucius would take him there, either using Floo powder or using apparition to go directly to the place. They never had a good time on the streets of London. visited.

Because Lucius was dismissive of Muggle things, Draco was also very repulsed by these things under the influence of his ears and eyes.

But he is only 16 years old this year. In a normal society, he is just at the age of high school, and he is curious about everything around him.

Sherlock didn't care about Draco's current mood, just led the way ahead, observed the surrounding shops, and then quickly selected a target.

This is a men's clothing store, and the store is lit with warm yellow lights.

Before entering the door, Draco showed subconscious resistance.

"Who are you going to buy clothes for, and the person is a Muggle? Are we going to visit a Muggle next?"

"No, you're thinking too much, I want you to change into another outfit." Sherlock said casually.

The expression on Draco's face became even more disgusted and disgusted.

"Me? I would never wear a Muggle costume! It's an insult to pure blood!"

The robe on Draco's body on the road has already attracted the attention of many passers-by, but he is still young, and he seems to be rebellious, so most people who pay attention to him think that this is some kind of rebellion The children in the early stage were showing their individuality, and they did some wizard cosplay. Although it caused some attention, it didn't cause much sensation.

Sherlock looked at him calmly.

"Don't forget what we agreed before coming here. I will not do anything to hurt you, and I will guarantee your safety, but the premise is that you have to listen to my arrangements on some things. Or, do you actually like Just being stared at like a monkey watching?"

Draco subconsciously turned his eyes away after meeting Sherlock's eyes for less than two seconds.

According to his family education since he was a child, Lucius has been instilling in him Voldemort's powerful and invincible ideas.

In addition, although Lucius is an idiot, he actually still has the most basic respect for Voldemort, both publicly and privately. This also made Draco feel awe of Voldemort since he was a child.

And in the last semester, after Sherlock stabbed Voldemort in front of all Aurors and Death Eaters, his awe unconsciously transferred to Sherlock.

It's just that he didn't notice this kind of awe at ordinary times, and only when he was with Sherlock would he feel that kind of feeling.

Draco gritted his teeth, and finally did not make any unnecessary resistance, and followed Sherlock into the men's clothing store.

The owner of the store is a middle-aged woman with outstanding looks. She warmly entertained Sherlock and the others. After knowing that it was Draco who needed to choose clothes, she immediately recommended a few clothes.

Sherlock didn't choose, and let the proprietress directly choose it, as long as it doesn't come out of the non-mainstream, it is a normal person's style.

So soon Draco changed into a new suit and came out of the changing room.

I have to say that the genes of the Malfoy family are still very good. Although Draco's face is still very ugly, but walking on the street with this outfit can still attract the attention of many opposite sexes.

Maybe he would poke some people's g-spot with such a tugging look, and it's not impossible to ask for a phone number on the spot.

Draco himself was a little twisted. Of course, this suit fits well, but he still resists Muggle things in his mind, and feels that wearing it on his body is soiling himself.

Sherlock didn't care about his emotions at all. After seeing him walking on the street, at least he wouldn't be regarded as non-mainstream, he first bought some fruits at a nearby fruit shop, then stopped a taxi from the street, and started Pushing the reluctant Draco in.

"Why are we taking a Muggle car? Can't we just go there?"

Even if he was sitting in the car, Draco had no scruples about having a driver in front of him. In his eyes, he didn't regard Muggles as people who could understand what they said.

His strange remarks naturally aroused strange eyes from the taxi driver, but Sherlock simply ignored the problem, and started talking with the taxi driver after confirming the destination.

No matter what area the taxi driver is, most of them are very talkative. Sherlock chatted with him all the way, football, politics, education, etc. In Draco's eyes, this man who was almost stabbed to death in the wizarding world The professor of the magic school of the most powerful dark wizard does not have the airs of a powerful wizard, but just like an ordinary Muggle.

Such a situation made Draco feel a little unbelievable.

Even if Sherlock doesn't have the pride of pure blood, in his eyes, powerful people should have their own arrogance. How can it be possible for a person who does a low-level job like a "driver" in the already humble Muggle world? There will be common topics.

But the two of them seemed to be very happy chatting along the way.

Even when Sherlock had reached his destination and paid for the car, the Muggle driver generously gave him a change.

In Draco's view, it was a kind of humiliation, a little Muggle currency, and they really thought they would be reluctant to part with it.

But Sherlock expressed his thanks with a happy face, and could see that he was a little bit angry.

Draco had said bad things about Sherlock behind his back many times before, but it was only today that he really had contact with him.

He didn't feel even a little bit of airs from the defense professor, obviously even in the wizarding world, Hogwarts professors are respected wherever they go.

But here in Muggles, he can get along with anyone at will.

Draco looked at Sherlock with strange eyes, but Sherlock didn't care about his emotions at all, but after getting off the car, he led him straight to a large yard.

This is already the suburban area of ​​the city, and the surrounding area is sparsely populated, only the yard in front of them is the largest.

There are some old facilities such as slides and trampolines in the yard. The snow that just fell a few days ago is thickly covered above these facilities. The old buildings are covered with dry branches, which looks full of loneliness .

The yard was surrounded by a wooden fence, and there was no house number on it.

Sherlock asked Draco to carry the fruit and walked to the gate with him.

Draco thought that Sherlock might be visiting someone this time, most likely it was a powerful wizard who lived in seclusion in a Muggle city, and he just wanted to have a role similar to a doorman with him.

The yard is very dilapidated, and there is no such thing as a doorbell. The only way to recruit people is to smash the rusty iron gate.

Soon someone in the house noticed the movement, and an old woman with a blue turban came out of the house.

She saw Sherlock and Draco and frowned slightly.

"What's the matter with you?"

Draco looked up at Sherlock with some doubts, to see what the other party meant, Sherlock didn't seem to have greeted the owner here in advance.

And just when the old woman came out, Sherlock opened his domain of control silently, and directly used control magic to cast a confusion spell on her.

"Uh huh, Mrs. Chris, have you forgotten me? I called a few days ago, and today I will come to do volunteer work with my nephew."

Only then did Mrs. Chris show a dazed expression. She walked to the door and helped Sherlock and the others open the iron gate.

"Sorry, sir, I seem to remember that there was such a thing, but I forgot your name."

"It's okay ma'am, my name is Sherlock Forrest, and this is my nephew Draco Malfoy." Sherlock introduced enthusiastically, as if he and this Mrs. Chris really knew each other look.

A look of suspicion appeared on Draco's face, but he didn't think too much about it, after all, Sherlock didn't use his wand when he used magic just now.

According to what Master Malfoy learned, casting spells silently without a wand is an extremely high-end spell-casting technique. Even if Sherlock's strength is already at the top level in the magic world, it is impossible to use such a technique to use the Confusion Curse. This kind of spell is already above the middle level of difficulty.

What Draco is most concerned about now is Sherlock's introduction to their relationship just now.

"Nephew? Me"

Just when he was about to deny this unnecessary relationship, Sherlock had already pulled his arm, preventing him from continuing to speak, and followed Mrs. Chris into the yard.

"I told you on the phone that my nephew was really spoiled at home, and he was in a rebellious period again, and he was educated badly, so his parents made a special trip this weekend to ask me to take care of him. He came to experience life together."

While Mrs. Chris was leading the way, she turned her head and glanced at Draco who was following Sherlock.

That sultry face was indeed very similar to those bums on the street, and he couldn't help frowning slightly.

"Mr. Forrest, I don't know how I emphasized it to you on the phone, but I still want to tell you again here. Of course, I welcome you to use volunteer work as a means of education, but I don't want to see you do anything rude and disrespectful to your children."

Draco's face was gloomy, of course he could hear that Mrs. Chris was talking about him, a Muggle speaking to him in such a tone, with the pride of Malfoy's pure blood, of course he couldn't stand it.

But before he could move, Sherlock's hand gripped his arm a little harder, and Draco and he looked at each other.

Sherlock didn't speak, and even had a smile on his face, just looking at him like this, but even with such a gaze, Draco couldn't bear it, avoided Sherlock's eyes, and lowered his head.

"Don't worry, Mrs. Chris, although this child is usually lawless, I can still control him. If something unhappy happens, I promise to take him away without you asking."

With Sherlock's guarantee, Mrs. Chris seemed quite relieved. After all, some people can easily gain the trust of others when they first meet.

They walked into the old two-story house together, all the way to the innermost part, and arrived at the door of a room that looked like a classroom.

"Now is the time for the children to do handicrafts together, so please help take care of it. There are still a few older children helping out. I'm going to prepare lunch first."

Sherlock nodded to Mrs. Chris and said.

"Leave it to us, I have previous experience as a volunteer."

After hearing his assurance, Mrs. Chris left here.

It wasn't until this moment that Draco had the time to ask the question he'd always wanted to ask.

"What the hell is this place? What are we doing here?"

Sherlock didn't rush to open the door, but smiled at Draco.

"Haven't you found out yet? This is a Muggle orphanage. The Mrs. Chris just now is the only person in charge of this orphanage, and we are here as volunteers."

"Volunteer!" Draco raised his voice subconsciously, his anger had temporarily suppressed his awe of Sherlock.

"Yes, volunteers, or do you not even understand the meaning of this word? It's very simple, it's free, voluntary employees who come to work without pay."

"It's not that I don't understand! It's that you brought me out today just to volunteer for a group of Muggle kids! Professor Forrest, you can insult me ​​in any way, but it shouldn't be like this! "

Sherlock narrowed his eyes slightly at Draco, who was obviously agitated.

"Oh? Do you think such behavior is an insult?"

(End of this chapter)