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Chapter 410 The Boss and the Little Brother

The last remnants of winter's cold still hovered over Hogwarts Castle.

Sherlock put on the thick windbreaker again, thinking that this time might be the last time he wore it in the first half of the year.

Draco has also become very conscious now, from the resistance when he bought him the Muggle suit at the beginning, now he has taken the initiative to know that he will take off the wizard robe on the day of going out, and change his clothes, right in the castle Sherlock was waiting at the door.

After all, he is still a thin-skinned man, and he is embarrassed to dress like this in public in the castle, because he will easily be regarded as a different kind by his classmates who are also Slytherins, and he will definitely be laughed at by Harry and Ron.

"Have you packed everything already?"

Sherlock looked down at Draco and asked.

Draco still had that stinky expression on his face, he didn't make a sound, just nodded.

"Then let's go."

He used Apparation directly outside the castle, and brought Draco to the small city that was already very familiar to them.

They found a fruit shop on the side of the street familiarly, and Draco took out a few British pound notes from his pocket.

The last time they went out, Sherlock took him to do odd jobs for a day and earned it by himself (Draco is not yet 16 this year, and Sherlock used a little confusion spell.)
Originally, Young Master Malfoy was extremely resistant to this, but when Sherlock himself did it himself and helped that vulgar Muggle farmer clean the cowshed on the farm without any magic, Draco had no choice but to keep going like this. I was stunned by the side, and could only say with a bad face, "I'm not working for Muggles, but sharing the labor for the professor of the magic school." While cleaning up the cow dung.

They end up working a day and they get paid a decent sum.

Sherlock asked Draco to save the money himself, and then it came in handy today.

In the fruit shop, he spent all these pounds on buying seasonal fruits, and then took a taxi with Sherlock and came to the familiar orphanage.

This morning, the children of the orphanage were moving freely in the yard. From a long distance, the children saw Sherlock and Draco walking towards them.

A little girl with missing teeth and a leaky voice ran to the wooden fence and shouted excitedly.

"Boss!"

Of course, the boss was not calling Sherlock.

Draco, who was carrying two bags of fruit in his hand, seemed to cut his face in disdain, but it could be seen from the soothing corners of his brows that he actually liked the title very much.

This is not the second time they have come to this orphanage to do volunteer work. After the volunteer experience that ended last Christmas, Harry’s Occlumency teaching ended every week, and Sherlock would bring Draco out to continue Come to this orphanage and spend time with these children.

Draco was naturally very reluctant at first, but after a long time, he came every week, and he himself had formed a habit.

And when he came here for the third time, he became friends with that Trixie who had played tricks on him and tricked him around.

This is not how smart Draco became later on, showing a domineering aura, but after being played by a little girl half his age several times in a row, he finally couldn't help using it in private. Trixie was shocked by a little trick that wasn't even a magic spell.

Sherlock turned a blind eye to this. After all, it was just some small spells that could be explained by magic techniques, and they had no power to hurt people at all. Draco didn't want to scare the little girl, he just wanted She received admiration from her.

Sure enough, this trick worked very well. Although her mind was much more mature than children of the same age, Trixie was still a child who had never seen the world and grew up in an orphanage.

She immediately regarded Draco as a master of magic, directly worshiped the mountain, regarded Draco as the boss, and called herself the younger brother.

The other older children, including Haley and Mrs. Chris, only thought that Draco knew a little magic and didn't care much about it, but Draco himself enjoyed it very much.

Even if it was just a little girl, he was still in high spirits when he yelled "Boss and Boss".

In other respects Draco was indeed lacking in education before, but when it came to treating his little brother, he was fine and speechless.

In the next week after Tracy worshiped the boss, when he and Sherlock came again, they brought some candies with less obvious magical effects from Hogwarts and gave them to Beatrice, so that the little girl could enjoy them in the orphanage. Countless envious eyes.

This clever little girl was not stupid at all, she seemed to be subdued and made Draco his younger brother, but she was actually taken care of.

However, she never ate alone. The candies that Draco gave her were shared equally with children who were younger or about the same age as herself. She gave birth to a child younger than her, and she looked like a young lady in an orphanage.

Draco also saw this, and didn't say anything at that time, but he brought enough amount the next time.

The fruit was the same this time, he bought enough for an entire orphanage (only a dozen children in total).

Mrs. Chris had already become acquainted with them, and when she saw them, she opened the door with a smile and let them in.

Sherlock and Draco handed over all the fruits they bought to her and Haley, and then took over the work of the two of them, responsible for watching the children in the yard move freely, and they went to clean the clothes brought by Sherlock and the two of them. Here comes the fruit.

"Boss, you are so generous, you actually brought so many fruits over this time!"

There seemed to be shining stars in Trish's eyes, expressing her admiration for Draco.

Draco seemed to be indifferent as he folded his arms on his chest, but the corners of his mouth unconsciously twitched had already revealed his true mood at the moment.

"Hmph, these are trivial matters."

He said this easily, as if he had completely forgotten the pain of being crazily hated by the stinky cow dung when Sherlock banned the use of magic when he was in the cowshed.

"Of course, boss, you are a great magician!"

Draco took a peek at Sherlock and saw that he was helping a little boy who had just fallen to the ground and got up by himself, dusting off his body. After not noticing their side, he said very reservedly .

"Didn't I tell you, to hide my identity, I can't tell others these things."

"I was wrong, boss." Trish immediately admitted her mistake, "I will pay attention to it later."

Draco waved his hand generously.

"It's okay, who told you that you are not too smart, you call me boss, I should take care of you."

Sherlock, who wiped the dust off the little boy's body, didn't seem to pay any attention to Draco, but now a smile appeared on his face.

Obviously, he actually heard the conversation between the boss and the younger brother clearly.

In fact, Draco himself didn't even realize that his mentality at this time had changed a lot from when he first came to this orphanage just after Christmas.

If in the past, let alone a Tracy called him boss, he relied on his own labor to get paid to buy fruit for a child in an orphanage, even if a little Muggle girl stood in front of him, he would probably back away in disgust. Two steps, afraid that she will pollute the air around her.

The orphanage's lunch at noon today was richer than usual, and each child received a fresh apple after the meal.

Draco and Trish were eating at the same table, their faces looked disdainful, but in fact they were enjoying listening to the little girl's flattery, while Sherlock, after eating the last bite of food on the plate, said said Mrs Chris.

"I'll go out and take a look around."

Then he walked out of the orphanage alone. The place is very remote. After all, when Mrs. Chris established the orphanage, she didn't have much money to buy a large yard with a good location.

So you can describe the surrounding environment as a good environment and fresh air, or you can say that this is a place where birds don't shit.

Sherlock didn't really want to wander here leisurely, he walked straight out of the courtyard of the orphanage, then turned into the path on the right, and within a few steps, he came to an old house that seemed to be abandoned.

He didn't reach out to knock on the door, the dilapidated wooden door opened by itself, behind the door was Moody's old but straight figure.

"Sherlock, are you here today?"

Sherlock nodded and walked into the room.

"I still brought Lucius' son with me. How about it? Did you find anything during this time?"

Not only Moody was alone in the room, but Lupine and Sirius were also here.

After Sherlock brought Draco to this orphanage for the first time, the three of them began to squat around here.

After Hogwarts Draco took the initiative to contact him, Sherlock did not give up on letting the child change his ways and go on the right path, nor did he let go of his defenses against him.

After all, no one can be sure that such precepts and deeds can really change this young master who has been pampered since childhood and received a pure-blood education.

Just in case, Draco had any malicious intentions, and also to ensure the safety of these children in the orphanage, Sherlock asked Moody and the others to stay here early in the morning.

Now the Death Eaters have obviously shrunk their power compared to before, and there have been no large-scale conflicts between Aurors and Death Eaters in the magic world, only some small-scale frictions, which made him retire from the Auror Command Moody, and Lupine and Sirius, who had nothing to do, became completely idlers.

However, anyone with a little vision can see that the current calm in the magic world does not represent peace, but a moment of tranquility before the next storm.

No one knows what Voldemort is secretly planning now, no matter the Order of the Phoenix or the Ministry of Magic, they can only make preparations early.

"Everything is still normal here. I also followed what you said last time, and asked Kingsley, who is working in the ministry, to use his privileges to designate this area as a key surveillance point for apparition and Floo networks. If there is anything wrong here If there are any changes, they will inform us as soon as possible."

Sirius was a little annoyed.

"If I were to tell you, you should just tie up that little Malfoy boy and feed him Veritaserum, or use Instigmatism, and get all the things in his head about his father and the Death Eaters It would be fine if the intelligence was not enough, why make it so troublesome like it is now."

Before Sherlock could speak, Lupine spoke calmly.

"He's just a child who hasn't been educated well, Sirius. If nothing else, just using Veritaserum and Instigmatism on an underage child is illegal in itself."

"Now is a special period, and it is normal to use some special means." Sirius said.

"Using such methods on a child is despicable no matter what period it is," Lupine said, "and you think that if You-Know-Who really wants to make the Malfoy boy do something, he will not think of it." Is it? Since he can safely let that boy do things for him, and he is not afraid of us prying into his memory, he must have his own support."

Lupine's words had already rendered Sirius speechless.

Although they were both members of Harry's father James' small group, Lupine and Sirius have completely different personalities. In contrast, Sherlock admires Lupine more. Sirius can't be said to be bad, he can only say He's an extreme Gryffindor.

"Judging from the current situation, it's not that Draco has no way to correct himself." Sherlock said softly, "He can get along well with those children in the orphanage, which means that he has not fully accepted Lucius's pure-blood theory."

Sirius shrugged.

"Well, since you all said that, I certainly don't have any other opinions."

According to his personality, he is naturally not so honest under normal circumstances, but Sherlock has now fully established a leadership position second only to Dumbledore in the Order of the Phoenix, and this position was created by himself, allowing everyone Everyone is convinced, even Sirius, a character who can be called a thorn no matter where he is.

Sherlock nodded. With Moody guarding here, he doesn't have to worry about anything. He came here just to take a look.

I had a few words with the three of them, and learned about the current situation at 12 Grimmauld Place, just as Sherlock was about to leave.

In the old house, a green fire suddenly rose from the dusty fireplace.

Tonks' head appeared in the fireplace, she didn't say hello superfluously, but said quickly.

"Kingsley asked me to report the news. He said that six consecutive waves of apparition waves were detected near your side, and the location is just behind the orphanage!"

(End of this chapter)