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Chapter 403 Poor Draco Was Played In The Palm Of His Hand

"So Trixie, can I call you that?"

"Of course, sir."

"In exchange, you don't have to call me Mr. You can just call me Sherlock."

"No problem, Sherlock."

In less than 2 minutes, Sherlock chatted with this girl named Tracy.

The little girl seems to be in the teething period now, and when she speaks, the air is "hissing" between the gaps between the missing front teeth.

But this not only did not make her words inaudible, but added some loveliness.

"Where is this big brother?"

She tilted her head to look at Draco, as if interested in him.

Sherlock didn't say a word to mention Draco to introduce himself, but turned to him together with Trish's eyes. With such a gaze, Draco, who had no intention of paying attention to the girl at all, could only speak bluntly.

"Draco Malfoy."

"You look a lot like Beach." Trish said seriously.

"Is Beachy your friend?" Sherlock asked.

Draco also abandoned her arrogantly and disgustedly, as if he was humiliated by a girl saying that.

Trish shook her head.

"No, Beachy is not my friend. He never wants to play with us. Only Granny Chris can touch him."

Both Sherlock and Draco were taken aback by this "it", and then Trish pointed to a sunny window and said.

"Look, that's Beachy, and he's not cute at all."

On the window sill that the little girl pointed to, there was a British blue cat lying there. It looked lazy in the sun, and occasionally turned its head to look at the children in the classroom with disdain and contempt. Laco's eyes look alike!
Sherlock laughed suddenly, and Draco's face darkened instantly.

Seeing Sherlock laughing, Tracy also had a silly smile on her face.

Only Draco was so angry that he couldn't get angry. If Sherlock hadn't made an appointment with him before entering the door, if Trissy were a student in Hogwarts now, Master Malfoy would have raised his The wand was aimed at her, casting a jinx on her.

There were still some scattered branches in front of Tracy, and the other children around her age had already started weaving flower baskets in a decent manner, only Tracy didn't do it all the time.

"When Sister Haili was teaching, I was watching Beachy yawn, so I didn't learn how to weave it." The little girl said a little embarrassed.

Although Sherlock had previously warned him not to use magic or lose his temper in front of these Muggle children, now Draco thought he had found a chance to taunt back.

he sneered.

"Because you are a stupid kid, and only stupid kids don't pay attention to what the teacher is teaching, and they can't finish their homework in the end."

He seemed to be looking forward to seeing Trish's aggrieved expression that she was about to cry through these words, but in fact, after hearing Draco's sarcasm, the little girl just stared at him with blinking eyes .

After being stared at by her for a long time, Draco couldn't hold back anymore, he said with a bad attitude.

"What do you see me doing?"

Trish tilted her head.

"Is Draco a stupid kid?"

Hearing her address, Draco looked a little annoyed.

"Call me Mr. Malfoy!"

"Then Mr. Malfoy is a stupid kid?" Trish didn't struggle with the address, but asked in confusion.

"Of course I'm not! I'm an excellent student in Huo School, and I'm always at the top of my grade in every exam!"

He did not lie about his grades, and Sherlock, a professor, could testify to that.

It's just that Tracy said with a serious face.

"But learning is different from weaving flower baskets. Weaving flower baskets is a difficult task. Mr. Malfoy may not be able to prove that he is not a stupid kid by weaving flower baskets."

Draco just sneered at such a childish remark.

"It's really a frog in a well. It's because you don't even know what the real world looks like, so you can get a sense of accomplishment in making flower baskets."

"But Mr. Malfoy doesn't know how to weave flower baskets either?"

"Who said I can't!"

Draco seemed to be irritated by Tracy's regretful tone, he grabbed the branches in front of Tracy in his hand, and although the technique was rusty, he weaved them neatly.

As the young master who was born with a golden spoon in his mouth, Draco certainly couldn't make this kind of gadget that only Muggles can use to exercise their manual skills.

It's just that when Sherlock was chatting with Tracy just now, because he didn't want to lower his identity to participate in it, he was bored and watched the children next to him clumsily weave for a while. This kind of handwork is not difficult at all, but it's already Let Dela science a lot.

Watching the interaction between the two, Sherlock remained silent all along, but looked at Draco who hadn't noticed that he had fallen into Tricie's "trap" until now, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth unconsciously.

This little girl is actually not as silly as she smiles at all, the smiling face with missing front teeth is the best disguise for her clever and eccentric.

In the eyes of grown-ups, this aggressive method naturally seemed clumsy, but poor Draco was played in the palm of his hands.

As if aware of Sherlock's gaze, Trixie raised her head and showed him that somewhat funny smiling face again.

Sherlock didn't expose her, but just reached out and stroked her hair.

In order to prove that he wasn't confused whether it was him who said it, or the stupid kid who Tricis said, Draco weaved the flower basket to perfection, which was much more beautiful than other children around.

Finally, after he put the finished product on Tracy's table, there was no arrogance on his face, only disdain.

It's just a flower basket, if this level can make young master Malfoy feel proud, then he is too worthless.

Tracy was not stingy about her surprise.

"Mr. Malfoy is amazing, he can make it so beautifully!"

"Humph."

Draco just snorted coldly, held his head up and didn't speak.

At this time, Haili, who was checking the older children's works from the back row, came to them with the collected homework.

She was surprised by the flower basket placed in front of Trish.

"That's a good one, Trish."

Trixie showed a smile with missing front teeth, and said with a smile.

"It's all thanks to Mr. Malfoy."

Haley smiled and nodded to Draco, expressing his thanks.

She still thought that Draco just looked difficult to get along with, but in fact he was a cold-faced and warm-hearted boy, and he and Trixie wove the flower basket together by helping to give directions.

Hailey took the flower basket and left, and no matter how stupid Draco was, he finally realized what was wrong at this time.

With a gloomy face, he stared at Trish angrily.

"You set me up!"

Trish looked confused, she blinked her big eyes, as if she didn't understand what Draco was saying.

"Does Mr. Malfoy want a condom? But Trish doesn't."

Seeing her like this, Draco began to hesitate again.

He thought it was purely his own overthinking, after all, how could such a small child deceive him?
In the end, he could only withdraw his suspicious gaze and continue to maintain that haughty posture.

Sherlock finally couldn't hold back his laughter, he rubbed Trish's hair, and then took Draco's arm.

"Okay, we'll see you later, Trish, and now we're asking to help Mrs. Chris prepare lunch."

The little girl waved to them politely, and Sherlock led Draco towards the kitchen.

After helping Mrs. Chris and Haley send lunch to the children at noon, during the lunch break in the afternoon, Sherlock and Draco helped clear the snow in the yard from the previous few days.

Because they couldn't use magic, they spent an afternoon cleaning up the yard.

During the period, although Draco showed 1000 million dissatisfaction, he was not lazy, and cleaned up all the snow with Sherlock.

They were busy until the evening, and they ended their volunteer work for the day.

Before leaving the orphanage, Mrs. Chris selected two flower baskets from the children's handicrafts in the morning as a souvenir.

And what Draco got happened to be the one he made himself today.

In order to use the apparition to leave, Sherlock took Draco away from the orphanage together, looking for an inaccessible place.

"How do you feel today?" Sherlock asked as they walked down the road.

Draco said coldly, "It's terrible."

"But these children are not as low-level and stupid as you think, are they?" Sherlock said with a smile, "Tracey is ten years younger than you, but she still coaxed you to help her complete the handicraft. Operation."

Hearing Sherlock's words, Draco looked shocked, and then his face became annoyed.

"She's really lying to me!"

"As a noble species like a pure-blood wizard, how does it feel to be played around by a little girl who is changing teeth? Draco." Sherlock said with a smile.

Draco looked annoyed, his face flushed red, if it wasn't for Sherlock being beside him, maybe he couldn't stand it anymore and wanted to go back to seek revenge on Trish.

Of course Sherlock would not give him this chance. After finding a suitable position, he directly grabbed Draco's arm and brought him back to the gate of Hogwarts and back to the castle .

"That's the end of today. If you have any questions about your studies in the future, you can continue to come to my office to ask me, and don't forget to think about what I said to you today."

Sherlock and Draco parted in the hallway in front of the castle foyer.

The Slytherin common room was underground, and Draco still had a cold face, and returned to the dormitory with the flower basket he had woven himself in his hand.

His roommates, Gore and Braque, were not there, and it was almost dinner time. According to their habit, they should go to the auditorium early to watch.

Draco raised the flower basket in his hand, seeing this thing, the scene of him being played around by that child named Trish in the morning unconsciously came to his mind.

This made Draco couldn't help being ashamed for a while, he raised his wand, and subconsciously wanted to use a crushing spell to destroy this shameful thing.

But just when he was about to say the spell, Draco accidentally saw a note stuck between the branches of the flower basket.

He hesitated for a while, and finally put down the wand in his hand, reached out and took out the note from the flower basket.

There was only a short sentence on the note, and it seemed that the person who wrote it only knew these few words.

【Thank you, Mr. Malfoy. 】

At the end of the thank you, there is also a sketch of a simple cat face.

With those disdainful and arrogant eyes, one can recognize it as the blue cat Beech who doesn't like to play with children.

Draco stared at the note in his hand, his eyes unblinking, not knowing what he was thinking.

In the end, he put the note back into the flower basket, instead of destroying the flower basket, he put it in his desk cabinet.

As soon as Sherlock returned to his office, he saw the ghost of Gryffindor, Nearly Headless Nick, floating in front of his door, as if waiting for him.

"Sir Nicholas, what do you want from me?"

When Nick saw Sherlock, a smile appeared on that generous face.

Although he is the ghost of Gryffindor, his relationship with Sherlock has always been good. After all, he likes to hear people call him Sir Nicholas.

"It's not that I'm looking for you, Professor Forrest, it's Dumbledore. He asked me to come to you just after noon today, and you're finally back."

Hearing that Dumbledore was looking for him, Sherlock didn't stop. He just went back to his office and changed into his wizard robe, and then walked towards the principal's office.

He knew very well what Dumbledore was busy with recently, and he could only find himself because of new discoveries about the traces of the Horcruxes.

When Sherlock came to the principal's office, Dumbledore was looking down at a circular from the Ministry of Magic or the International Federation of Magic. When Sherlock knocked on the door and walked in, a smile appeared on his face.

"You took that Malfoy kid out today?"

"I took him to a Muggle orphanage as a volunteer for a day, hoping to give him some thinking. I feel that today's experience should be an unforgettable experience for him."

They didn't talk much about Draco, and soon Dumbledore got into the topic.

"Regarding what I told you before, I have found one of Voldemort's Horcruxes, and the location has now been determined."

This is undoubtedly good news.

According to their inference based on Slughorn's memory, there are a total of six Horcruxes made by Voldemort. Excluding the three that have been destroyed, the rest have basically been determined.

Except for Nashji, who has always been by Voldemort's side and has not been able to touch it for the time being, the Horcrux hidden in the Room of Requirement cannot escape in Hogwarts, and in the end only the one discovered by Dumbledore remains. file!

(End of this chapter)