Chapter 365 Mel Bloom

The next morning.

Silk and Sherlock sat at the dining table and ate breakfast together with their usual expressions.

Neither of them mentioned what happened last night, as if they had the same dream together.

But what has happened cannot be treated as nothing happened.

The relationship between them seems to be the same as before, but in fact it has become more subtle.

"Are you going out today?"

Silk asked while eating a sandwich.

Sherlock held a cup of morning tea in his hand, and his attention was on the Prophet's Daily on the table today. .

"There are still some things that have not been dealt with. Kingsley and I have an appointment today."

After saying that, he put down the empty teacup, stood up and stretched.

"I won't come back for lunch. If you feel bored at home, you can go to No. 12 Grimmauld Place to chat with Mrs. Weasley. I took you there once, and you should still remember the location."

"Yeah."

Silk smiled.

"Then come back early tonight."

Sherlock, who was putting on his coat, also smiled at her.

"Let's make steak for dinner. I'll bring some red wine back from London."

There was no extra words, just this brief dialogue was enough to reflect the changes in the relationship between the two.

Sherlock used the Apparition after he walked out of the house.

The next second, his figure appeared in Diagon Alley.

It is summer vacation now, although the return of the mysterious man has made the whole magic world panic.

Thanks to Sherlock's performance and the Ministry of Magic's announcement, plus the fact that after so many days, the Death Eaters still have no movement, so the tense atmosphere at the beginning has gradually eased.

Even in the early morning, there are many customers in Diagon Alley. After all, this is the largest wizard business district in the entire British Isles, and there is never a lack of customers.

Sherlock wore a loose robe today and covered his face with a hood.

It's not that he wants to hide his head and show his tail, but with his current popularity in the magic world, if he dares to walk on the street like this, he will definitely be surrounded by a large group of fanatical wizards.

Under Scrimgeour's deliberate instructions, the Ministry of Magic has reduced Sherlock's influence to the lowest level.

But there is still no way to suppress his reputation among the people.

The knife aimed at Voldemort's chest shocked people so much that many wizards began to feel that the dark devil was not really invincible.

The Ministry of Magic also thought about digging up some black material about Sherlock to reduce his influence.

But no one in the Daily Prophet seemed willing to write news that slandered him. Even Rita Skeeter, who had disappeared for a few months and became a little taciturn after returning, rejected Scrimgeour's suggestion and claimed that she was a reporter who would only dig out the truth and report the truth with a bottom line. m.biqμgètν

In this way, Sherlock walked along Diagon Alley to the Leaky Cauldron.

There were already some wizards staying in this shabby bar eating breakfast. Sherlock's arrival did not alarm anyone. Only a few old witches with wide wizard hats glanced at him.

Before the bar owner, Old Tom, came to serve him, Sherlock had already come to the corner and sat opposite a dark-skinned wizard.

Kingsley, who was drinking butter beer and eating jam bread alone, saw Sherlock's face and smiled immediately.

"I thought you would come later. Have breakfast? Do you want some bread?"

Sherlock did not take off his hat from his head, but in front of Kingsley, he still relaxed on the back of the chair.

"I'm not like you. I've already eaten at home. Fresh milk and delicious sandwiches taste much better than the jam bread made by old man Tom."

Kingsley laughed dumbly, and he stuffed the last bite of bread into his mouth without caring.

"How many Aurors can experience such a life?"

"Don't you have any idea of ​​starting a family in the future?"

"People like us are a burden to the family. I won't harm anyone. Moody's retirement life is actually not bad now."

"He is an old bachelor and you still think his life is good? Come on, Kingsley, listen to me, don't be brainwashed by his words, find someone you like and get married. This will not only not interfere with your work, but also make you feel that what you are doing now is more meaningful."

Kingsley smiled bitterly and shook his head.

"We are not talking about this today, let's talk about it later."

Seeing that he was not in the mood to continue the topic, Sherlock also cut straight to the point.

"Did he agree to come?"

"In fact, he is very happy to see you. He graduated from Hogwarts four years older than you and is in the same college as you. When he knew you had something to ask him, he was so excited that he almost went crazy. He also said that he planned to wear a white T-shirt under his robe and wanted you to sign your name on it."

After listening to Kingsley's words, Sherlock's face looked a little strange.

"Why does it sound like this kind of person is not the kind of person who can do this kind of job?"

"Don't say you don't think so. No one in the Department of Affairs thinks his personality fits his current identity." Kingsley said with a headache, "But his ability is indeed unquestionable. Otherwise, he wouldn't have achieved this level in less than ten years since he joined the Ministry of Magic."

As they were chatting, Kingsley's eyes suddenly glanced at the entrance of the Leaky Cauldron.

"Look, he's here."

As he said that, he raised a hand and waved to the wizard who had just walked into the bar.

"Bloom, here."

The wizard named Bloom was a fat man with light golden hair. He was not tall, but looked round like a meatball.

Sherlock looked over and subconsciously overlapped the image of Harry's little cousin Dudley with this wizard.

After hearing Kingsley's greeting, Bloom's little eyes suddenly lit up, and then he quickly walked to their table.

He moved a stool from the table next to him and sat on it. The poor chair made a tooth-grinding groan.

Sherlock could sense that old Tom, who was wiping the wine glasses at the bar, looked at them worriedly, as if he was afraid that he would suffer losses that should not have happened today because of this fat man.

After Bloom sat down, his bright eyes fixed on Sherlock, and then he stretched out his fat hand that looked like a thick carrot with five branches.

"Oh my God! Hello, Mr. Forrest, my name is Mel Bloom, and I am the Silent Man in charge of the Time Hall in the Department of Mysteries." New to provide you with the fastest update of the Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor, Chapter 365 Mel Bloom is free to read.

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