Chapter 228 Conspiracy and Breakfast

The magnificent manor seemed particularly gloomy at this time.

In the swaddling clothes of the single sofa, a ghost-like thing was staring coldly at the group of black-robed people kneeling on the ground and trembling constantly.

"I don't expect everyone to remain absolutely loyal to me." A calm but bitingly cold voice sounded, "But I hate trash!"

"Little Barty is dead, so who can do that for me now? My friends, who do you have? Can I trust you to have the ability to complete this task?"

A big snake as thick as a bucket was entwined beside the sofa chair, staring at the cold vertical eyes, looking around indifferently at everything around.

Kneeling on the hard floor, none of the wizards of noble birth and pure blood dared to raise their heads. Everyone lowered their heads, wishing to bury their faces in the ground.

"Wormtail? Lucius? Evan? Coban? Amycus? Alecto?"

He called out one name after another coldly, but everyone whose name was called trembled all over, and no one dared to look directly at the terrifying existence.

The thing on the sofa chair seemed to be tired of this, and he fell silent. There was silence in the room, and everyone held their breath, fearing that they would disturb his meditation.

"Except for those who were imprisoned in Azkaban, whose loyalty and ability can I trust?"

He did not ask anyone in the room this question, because he quickly answered himself.

"Little Barty can, but you bunch of rubbish did not bring him back alive. Ah, and Regulus, but he died too..."

"Jageson!"

He suddenly called out a name.

Among the people kneeling on the ground, a trembling black-robed man stood up. He was not wearing a mask on his face. He was a thin wizard with glasses and blond hair.

"Master, master." Jageson responded in a trembling voice.

"I know you are useless, but if you can't even bring back that old thing Barty Crouch, then what's the point of you living."

Jageson first breathed a sigh of relief, then his heart tightened again, and then he promised loudly without hesitation.

"If you can't bring back old Barty, you don't have to do it, my master, I am willing to become Nagini's food!"

The cold voice ignored the life and death statement made by Jageson, and then called out another person's name.

"Wormtail."

The pale, short and fat wizard like a big fat rat knelt and crawled to the sofa chair.

The voice suddenly calmed down, and he said lightly.

"Go to the north of Scandinavia and tell that person that I can give him another chance."

Peter's originally tense body suddenly relaxed, and he praised in that mushy tone.

"He will definitely kneel down at your kind feet and cry and admit his mistakes, my great master."

The voice did not respond to his words, but just looked at the people who were still kneeling on the ground and said coldly.

"I hope that from now on, no one will let me down again!"

......

On September 1st, at the Forrest family.

Sherlock had nothing to pack. All his office items were left at Hogwarts. He only needed to carry a suitcase with some robes to change.

Silk was making breakfast in the kitchen.

After unremitting efforts in the rest of the summer vacation, she finally learned her first big meal - fried eggs - a week before school started.

From that day on, Sherlock's breakfast was always a cup of warm milk, a slightly burnt fried egg that looked a bit bad but not mushy, and two slices of toast baked in a bread machine.

The taste was not bad and the nutrition was balanced, but if you eat it for a week, it would be unacceptable.

During this period, Sherlock hinted several times that he could go into the kitchen to prepare a richer breakfast, such as cooking a bowl of meat porridge or frying a ham to make sandwiches.

But Silk seemed to have a deep obsession with the kitchen. After being able to make edible food, he was determined not to enter the kitchen again.

Fortunately, this was the last meal this morning anyway. Sherlock didn't hesitate too much and waited for Silk, who was wearing an apron and had some housewife style, to bring the milk fried egg bread.

Sherlock picked up the knife and fork and spread jam on the toast. He had not forgotten Silk's work preparations.

"I'm going back to Hogwarts today. When are you going to work?"

Silk's mouth corners quietly raised an arc that was not easy to detect.

"I'm leaving today too."

Sherlock didn't hear any questions, but just said in surprise.

"What a coincidence, then will you live at work or go back home?"

"The work place provides accommodation."

At this point, Sherlock couldn't help nagging again.

"Although you are a grown-up girl now and have lived alone for a long enough time, you still have to be careful when living alone in the future. Try not to eat the food you cook. I am healthy and it is okay for me to eat a few bites, but you may not be able to hold on if you eat too much. Also, try to be more friendly with your colleagues. Of course, the premise is that we cannot be bullied by others. If you have any problems, just write to me. I basically stay in Hogwarts and won't go anywhere..."

When Sherlock started nagging, Silk's beautiful eyebrows wrinkled unconsciously, but he didn't say much. He silently used a knife to cut the fried egg that didn't need to be cut to eat.

Sherlock knew that Silk didn't like to hear him nagging so much, but as an "elder", he should say more. In his mind, although Silk and Amy were different, they were both the kind of problem children that made people worry.

After nagging for more than ten minutes, they finished their breakfast.

Sherlock changed into wizard robes, picked up his suitcase, said goodbye to Silk, and used Apparition to leave home.

After he left, Silk propped up his chin and stared at the ordinary Muggle photo hanging on the wall at the dining table.

The two adults and one child in the photo showed different smiles, and this combination looked quite funny.

A gentle smile appeared on her face, and then she got up and cleaned up the plates and knives and forks on the dining table. She was obviously in a good mood, and she even hummed a tune she heard from somewhere.

After finishing all the housework and cleaning, Silk walked into his room and took out the teaching tools that Sherlock had not discovered during the entire summer vacation.

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