Chapter 161 Amy

The sound of Rowe coming downstairs gradually faded away. Sherlock sat at the table beside the bed and read a newspaper from three days ago.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Karkaroff and Rowe walking out of the bar together, and then using Apparition to leave.

Soon, another group of wizards came to the Leaky Cauldron. They were all wearing the standard robes of the Ministry of Magic.

Apparently, someone reported the matter to the Ministry of Magic as soon as Karkaroff and his friends left. All the wizards who came now were Aurors.

They came to the bar to do a simple investigation, asked about the incident, and then left.

It's not that the Aurors didn't do anything, but there was really nothing to understand.

Karkaroff and Rowe came to the Leaky Cauldron and didn't find the person they were looking for, so they left directly. They couldn't analyze anything from the information of a little girl alone.

After the Aurors left, Tom, who was still in shock, continued to wipe the bar, and most of the guests in the hall had left.

The wizards were all frightened by what happened just now. Fortunately, the people who came were Karkaroff and Rowle, who were not known for their madness among the Death Eaters.

If Bellatrix Lestrange and her husband Rodolphus Lestrange, two psychopaths, had come, someone would have suffered today.

And Sherlock, who was upstairs, gently lifted the foot of the bed after making sure that all the Death Eaters and Aurors had left.

"Come out, they are all gone."

A rustling sound sounded, as if something crawled out from under the bed, and then a small head appeared from the air, looking at Sherlock with clear and bright eyes.

The little girl wrapped herself in an invisibility cloak, revealing only her head. At first glance, it looked like a chopped-off head floating in the air, which was a bit scary.

The girl was only about six or seven years old, with blonde hair, very beautiful, and a delicate face like a porcelain doll. The most eye-catching thing was her eyes, her azure blue eyes were bright and smart.

Sherlock looked at her, holding the cup and taking a sip of black tea.

"What's your name?"

"Amy."

The little girl's voice was soft, with a hint of babyishness, but her tone was very calm, and she didn't sound like a child of this age at all.

"What's your full name? What's your last name?" Sherlock looked at her and asked.

Amy shook her head.

"Dad said I can't tell you."

Sherlock raised his eyebrows.

"Did your dad send you here?"

Amy nodded again.

Sherlock could guess that the Death Eaters wanted to capture her, and it was very likely related to her family. Otherwise, there would be no point in catching a child who was not even old enough to go to magic school.

"Don't Tom downstairs know that you live here?"

Amy tilted her head and said.

"He knew at the beginning, but he didn't know after Dad left."

Sherlock thought about it for a while, and then he understood what she meant.

"Did your father make him forget about it?"

"Oblivion", the old man forgot about Amy and her father."

Amy stretched out her white and tender fingers from the invisibility cloak and turned them in the air, repeating the action of the oblivion spell, as if she was performing the scene at that time for Sherlock.

The girl's father was also very alert. He also knew that the Death Eaters might come to find his daughter, so he left her an invisibility cloak and erased Tom's memory of them.

Sherlock felt the trouble brought by this Amy.

She herself may be nothing, but her father is definitely a big shot. The Death Eaters probably wanted to catch her for her father.

But Amy's father still did not choose to bring her with him, but hid in the Leaky Cauldron. Obviously, his current situation is not very good.

Sherlock frowned and looked at the little girl again, and found that her eyes were always fixed on the plate of cookies on her table.

Amy also saw his gaze, blinked and asked.

"Can Amy eat it?"

She was not begging or begging, but more like a visitor to a friend's house, seeing the food she liked and asking normally.

Sherlock helped her pull out the chair, indicating that this plate was all hers.

Amy put down her invisibility cloak, and did not sit down at the table immediately, but ran to the bathroom to wash her hands, and then ran back.

"Thank you."

She bowed to Sherlock to thank him, and finally sat upright on the chair to eat cookies.

Amy's family education is very good, and she is not naughty at all for children of this age.

While she was eating cookies, Sherlock continued to ask.

"Then why did you hide in my room?"

When Amy spoke, she would swallow all the food in her mouth before speaking.

"Amy feels safer here."

"My own feelings?" Sherlock asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Dad said that Amy's feelings are always accurate. If you are undecided, just follow your feelings."

When she said this, she showed a little childish pride, which made Sherlock feel that she was a little childish.

"How did you eat before?"

"Amy would wear an invisible cloak to get food by herself."

"Steal from the bar?"

"No, Amy would pay, two knuckles for a loaf of bread, and put it in the cash box on the bar. Dad said stealing is wrong, so Amy won't steal."

She held the biscuits in her hand and blinked at Sherlock, as if asking him if he had any questions? If not, she would eat the biscuits with peace of mind.

Sherlock smiled at her appearance, and he felt that this little girl named Amy was very cute.

"Eat, we'll talk after you finish eating."

Then Sherlock brought her a cup of hot milk. Amy ate very slowly, chewing slowly, and it took her nearly half an hour to finish less than half of a plate of biscuits.

After she was full, she turned her head and looked at Sherlock with her bright eyes.

"Can Amy come here to play in the future?"

Sherlock did not answer her immediately, but continued to ask.

"How long does your father want you to live here?"

"Dad said that Amy should wait for him to come back here. If he hasn't come back in a week, let Amy go with the person she feels is right."

"Go with the person she feels is right?"

Sherlock frowned. The girl's father gave people a strange feeling, like he was responsible, but very irresponsible.

"How long has your father been gone?"

Amy sat on a high chair, swinging her feet in white socks, a small section of her white calves exposed under her trouser legs, and opened a small palm to Sherlock.

"Five days."

She herself did not seem to be afraid or nervous at all. A little girl of six or seven years old, her parents left her for so many days, but she did not cry or make a fuss, and took good care of herself. Even in the magic world, this is very rare.

"What about Amy's mother?"

"No mother." Amy's words were not sad or upset, but a little proud. "Dad said that Amy is his unique baby and cannot be shared with others, so Amy has no mother."

Sherlock also understood her family situation. Either her parents were divorced or her mother died very early, so her father would say such words to comfort the child.

This little girl named Amy will obviously bring trouble, but Sherlock doesn't want to get rid of this trouble.

Perhaps it is because he has been a professor for two years and has a desire to protect children when he sees them, or maybe Amy is very obedient, which makes Sherlock feel pity, or maybe it is because of fate that makes Sherlock feel that this little girl is very attractive.

He wants to help this little girl.

"If Amy's father hasn't come to pick up Amy in two days, Amy can come to me." Sherlock smiled and stretched out his hand to her, "My name is John Watson, nice to meet you."

Amy tilted her head and looked at Sherlock's outstretched hand.

"If Amy follows John, it will bring trouble to John."

Sherlock winked at her.

"John is not afraid of trouble."

The girl pursed her lips and stretched out her little hand to hold Sherlock's hand.

"I am also very happy to meet you, John."

After the two got to know each other, they soon played wizard chess to pass the time.

At lunch, Sherlock knew that she had basically eaten bread for every meal in the past five days, so he specially asked Tom for more food and shared it with her.

It was not until the evening that Amy said goodbye to Sherlock and returned to Room 10 next door.

Before it got dark, Snape found Sherlock.

"I have prepared the medicine, and we can go to deliver it."

Sherlock looked at him in surprise.

"So fast? Isn't it going to take three days?"

Snape looked disdainful.

"It's just a bottle of vitality tonic. Only rubbish would use it for three days."

Although he was bragging, Snape had obviously been making medicine in the room, which made Sherlock, who had been playing wizard chess with the little girl for a whole day, a little ashamed. He coughed twice.

"Ahem, ahem, you are indeed a potion master. Let's go, let's go deliver the goods and see how much she can offer for my healing potion."

The two left the Leaky Cauldron together and returned to the extraordinary potion shop. The witch who signed a contract with them last time was still in the shop this time.

The witch was particularly surprised that they delivered the potion in advance and the quality of the potion was very high.

She praised Snape's craftsmanship and also gave Sherlock the price of the healing potion.

"Our pharmacist did not detect what ingredients were used in your bottle of medicine, but the therapeutic effect is better than most potions on the market, even reaching the same level as white fresh essence."

The witch did not belittle the effect of the potion in order to lower the price. It was obvious that she was ready to cooperate with Sherlock for a long time.

"But because it is a new potion, the price will not be as high as that of white fresh essence. If you only want to sell the finished product, I can only give you half the price of white fresh essence. If you want to sell the formula, we can negotiate the price, and even sign an agreement to split the profits in proportion."

The conditions she offered were very sincere. If Sherlock really had the potion formula, he might agree to sell the formula to her directly.

The formula of the healing potion only had the fragments of the Philosopher's Stone. Of course, he couldn't sell such a thing, so he could only sell the finished product directly.

"Just as you said, half the price of white fresh essence. I remember that the price of white fresh essence on the market is basically around 30 Galleons for a small bottle."

The witch seemed a little disappointed with his decision, but she still had to continue the business, she said.

"The price of a bottle of white fresh essence in my store is 34 Galleons. If you sell the finished product of that bottle of potion, I can offer 17 Galleons."

Sherlock narrowed his eyes, and his smile was full of the taste of getting rich.

He had never thought that the healing potion made with the Philosopher's Stone fragments could be sold for so much money. This was a completely cost-free business for him. He could make a net profit of 17 Galleons for each bottle he sold.

The complete version of the Philosopher's Stone can not only produce the elixir of life, but also has the effect of turning stones into gold. The Philosopher's Stone fragments also inherited part of the "turning stones into gold". The healing potion produced alone can create a huge fortune.

"How long does it take to refine this potion?" the witch asked.

Sherlock did not say the output volume too high. If there were too many things, people would know that this potion was simple to refine and the materials were cheap, and the price would definitely be lowered.

"I can provide you with five bottles a month. The refining process is not troublesome, but some of the materials here are very scarce, similar to white fresh water." He smacked his lips and said.

Snape, who was standing by, couldn't help but twitched his mouth when he saw him like this.

After getting familiar with him these days, he knew that Sherlock was fooling people when he saw him like this.

The witch was very surprised.

"Five bottles are already a lot! If you can keep supplying this quantity, our store can make this the main product, and we can also increase the purchase price when the price rises in the future."

The hostess of this store is very generous in doing business, and people feel comfortable cooperating with her.

After finalizing the purchase price of the healing potion, Sherlock privately pulled Snape aside.

"The finished product of my bottle of medicine is very low, and it doesn't take time. If you want, you can postpone the order for refining medicine."

Snape said with a cold face.

"The money you sell is yours, and the money I make from refining medicine is mine. What does your ability to make money have to do with me? I have nothing to do here, so I can use her materials to practice my skills."

Sherlock patted his shoulder.

"We are all in the same boat, what's yours and mine? We are so distant."

"Go away, don't try to get close to me!"

Snape is just being stubborn. He is actually in a period of confusion now. He doesn't know what to do except saving Lily. Refining medicine can calm his mind and kill time.

After everything was settled, Sherlock sold all the seven bottles of healing potions he had on him to the witch, earning a total of 119 Galleons, and his wallet was instantly full.

Now he and Snape's survival problem here is completely solved, without any worries.

As for returning to the correct timeline, they have no clue for the time being, so Sherlock can only focus on another important thing that he can have the opportunity to understand when he returns to this time.

That is, what is wrong with the original owner's parents.