"You exchanged gold Galleons for British pounds from the fairies in Gringotts?"

There was no surprise on Sherlock\'s face, instead he looked a little distressed.

"Yeah." The girl nodded lightly.

"Is it the salary you have saved over the years?"

"And a small part of Dad\'s legacy."

"According to the current exchange rate announced by the goblins, one Galleon can be exchanged for about five pounds, and two hundred thousand pounds is forty thousand Galleons..."

Sherlock made a simple calculation, and the expression on his face became more distressed. He turned around and looked at Shirke, who was still wearing that **** robe, covering his upper face with a hood, with a vegetable basket hanging on his arm with some onions and potatoes in it, and sighed helplessly.

"Anyway, tell me before you buy it. It\'s a huge loss to exchange Galleons for British pounds at Gringotts, and two hundred thousand pounds... This yard is not even worth fifty thousand pounds, that money is your own. Don\'t you feel bad for the hard earned money?"

With a smile on the corner of Shilk\'s mouth, he shook his head.

"I don\'t feel bad."

Since seeing Sherlock again, the smiles on her face have become more and more numerous, but it seems that only a short-lived flower blooms in the middle of the night, and it will only show the beauty that exists in an instant to certain people.

Sherlock sighed again, and took the basket of onions and potatoes from her arm.

"Let\'s go, let me see how your new home is, and lunch is also settled here."

In Hilke\'s eyes hidden in the black ribbon, there was a little excitement that rarely appeared in her emotions before, and her steps became brisk, and she led Sherlock to open the courtyard door that was already hers alone. .

The vegetation in the front yard was basically unchanged, only the two maple trees were covered with windmills.

Sherlock followed her into the living room. The original owner\'s furniture had already been moved away. The furniture decoration is relatively simple now. There are only sofas, coffee tables and shoe cabinets in the living room, and there is not even a hanger.

"Wouldn\'t it be the center of attention when you dress up like this?"

He complained and pulled Shilk\'s hood off her head, revealing a face so delicate that it didn\'t seem to belong to the world.

Shilk wrinkled his nose, not because he hated Sherlock\'s behavior at this time, but because he didn\'t like his attitude toward him as if he was treating him like a child.

"I used a spell, and in the eyes of Muggles I was dressed very ordinary."

"Then you don\'t need to wear a hood when you go out. If you use this to cover your face every day, people will become depressed. Seeing the sun more often is good for maintaining a good mood."

Sherlock chattered, like an old father who doesn\'t trust his child to live alone, and always has endless exhortations.

Silk walked into the kitchen with a blank face carrying the vegetable basket, peeled the onions and potatoes that he had just bought, and washed them in the sink.

"You live here now, what about your job at the German Ministry of Magic?"

"I resigned."

"Resigned?" Sherlock was stunned for a moment, and then he could basically guess the reason for her resignation. He shook his head, "It\'s okay to resign, I guess you don\'t like that place yourself."

"Since you have quit your job, you should rest at home for a while. If you still want to find a job in the UK, I can help. If you don\'t want to work, then go out for a walk. If you don\'t have enough money, find me... .."

Gu Seeing that he started to nag again, Shilk interrupted him softly by directing the kitchen knife to cut potatoes.

"I have found a new job."

Sherlock raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"It\'s only been a week since you moved to the UK? So soon? Where is the job?"

Hearing his question, Shilk pursed his lips, slightly raised the corners of his mouth, and did not answer in silence, as if he was expecting something to happen.

Seeing that she didn\'t want to talk, Sherlock didn\'t continue to ask, but just nagged some interpersonal matters, and told her that if she was bullied, don\'t hold back and beat him directly. He went to help find the place.

Silk doesn\'t seem to be skilled in cooking. She controlled the kitchen utensils for more than an hour, and barely managed two lunches.

The extremely simple baked potato and onion soup, it seems that she can make these two dishes, which is her extraordinary performance.

After that, under Shilk\'s nervous and expectant gaze, Sherlock tasted the first sip of the onion soup. The corners of his mouth twitched for a moment, and then he was very impressed with Shilk\'s craftsmanship, saying that even if it was Hogg All of Watts\' house-elf cooking skills combined are less than one of her hands.

Shilk\'s face clearly showed a little excited expression. She quietly took a sip of the results of her busy work for the afternoon, and then the expression on her face became expressionless again.

Looking at Shilk who threw up the onion soup that he hadn\'t swallowed and threw it into the trash can, Sherlock comforted.

"Actually, it\'s not that bad. As long as you put a little less sugar, a little less salt, a little less cream, a little longer the heat, and a little smaller onions, the taste is really good."

Silk snatched the bowl of onion soup from Sherlock\'s hand and poured it all into the sink with a stern face, as if he was sulking.

"Let\'s go out to eat."

"What are you going out to eat? Leave it to me, although I don\'t know if it will suit your taste." Sherlock rolled up his sleeves and walked into the kitchen.

In fact, he didn\'t have to do it himself at all, he directly controlled the few potatoes that Hilke had not used up, peeled and washed them quickly, waved his hand, and the kitchen knife flew up by himself, like a chef in a restaurant. The potatoes were cut into shreds, and each one was exactly the same, as if they had been measured with a ruler.

Silk just sat quietly on the dining table~www.novelhall.com~ Watching Sherlock in the kitchen while pouring oil and shredding potatoes into the pan, he continued to babble, just like they used to be at the Leaky Cauldron. in that small room.

"Our family Amy was born to be a young lady. It doesn\'t matter if you don\'t know how to cook. You only need to eat it. If you\'re not used to the taste of Chinese food, I actually learned a little bit of French cooking, but I was at home by myself. I\'ve been messing around for a while, and no one has given feedback on how it tastes, but I\'m quite happy eating it myself."

"In the future, when it\'s time for dinner, take two more steps to my place. As long as you come, I will make an extra serving. Of course, if you want to stay, I will clean up a room for you. That is, they are all big girls. It\'s a little bit bad to be seen by others, if someone asks, you say it\'s my sister, even though we don\'t look alike..."

"Sherlock." Shilk, who had been listening quietly, suddenly shouted.

Sherlock turned his eyes to her suspiciously.

Shilk\'s expression was serious, and her eyes hidden in the black ribbon seemed to be serious too.

"In the future, don\'t call me Amy, call me Vera, and I won\'t call you John, just call you Sherlock."

Sherlock was stunned for a moment. He looked at the girl\'s extremely serious face, blinked, and a smile appeared on his face.

"Okay."

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