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The sun was at its highest when Sherlock left Hogwarts.

From last night\'s Quidditch World Cup final until noon today, he hadn\'t had a good rest, and he didn\'t even have time to eat a bite.

But Sherlock didn\'t feel the slightest tiredness now, just walking down the streets of Hogsmeade with a heavy heart.

To be honest, Sally\'s story is indeed magnificent, but the current Sherlock is not the original Sherlock, and he should not have such direct feelings.

However, Sherlock, who has completed two soul fusions, is no longer truly carefree after all, even if the consciousness that has crossed over has always dominated.

Sherlock and Sherlock are indistinguishable from each other.

The two have long been integrated. Sherlock has experienced another life as the original owner of this world. Naturally, he has to take on the responsibilities and obligations he should have assumed, not to mention, he can get to where he is today. , and relying on the things Sally left for him.

Standing in the middle of the main road in Hogsmeade, he looked up at the scorching sun in the sky, and narrowed his eyes subconsciously.

"It\'s nice to have someone to love."

Then, his figure disappeared on the streets of this small town.

The next second, in a hidden alley in London, Sherlock suddenly appeared here.

He took off his wizard robe, revealing his usual attire in Muggle society, and soon found a phone booth on the street, took out a note from his pocket, and dialed the number on it. on the phone.

It didn\'t take long for the call to connect, he opened his mouth and said.

"I\'m Sherlock. I\'m near Portobello Street. I want to meet you. Please don\'t let him know."

After a long silence over there, the slightly trembling voice of the old butler named Brad sounded.

"I\'ll go right now, young master."

After hanging up the phone, Sherlock didn\'t wander around. There were many shops on this street. He sat under the awning of a cafe, gently stroking the wand he always used.

Before making him wait long, an inconspicuous black car slowly stopped by the roadside, and the old man in a meticulous black suit got out of the car.

"Master."

No matter how Sherlock\'s father treated him, the old butler was always respectful and treated Sherlock as a serious heir to the title.

Sherlock had never dealt with these family servants whose wealth and status were considered top-notch in the whole world, and he never meant to slap his nose on his face just because the old man was respectful to him, but asked him to sit down first. .

He couldn\'t tell whether the two cups of coffee were hand-ground or instant coffee. Neither of the two people sitting here wanted to taste it, nor were they in the mood to taste it.

After a long silence, Sherlock asked softly.

"How is his body lately?"

The worry on the old butler\'s face was not a disguise. He had served as the housekeeper of the Cavendish family\'s three dukes in a row, and he had a loyalty to this family that should not be suspected by anyone.

"Master\'s disease cannot be cured. The situation is not bad but not optimistic. The doctor said that this is the best outcome."

Sherlock seemed to be thinking and hesitating when he heard what he said, and finally he decided not to interfere with his mother\'s arrangements, but he would not do nothing.

He took out seven transparent potions from his pocket and placed them on the table.

"Grandpa Brad..."

The old housekeeper said quickly, "Just call me Brad."

Sherlock didn\'t bother with the title, but continued.

"You should know that there are some differences between me and normal people."

As he spoke, he controlled everything on the table in front of the old housekeeper, floated up gently, and fell back to its original position after two seconds.

Then the button on the old butler\'s sleeve suddenly turned into a ladybug, and then changed back to its original shape.

It was just such a simple trick, and the old butler, who thought he had seen many big scenes with the three dukes, would not be shocked by anything anymore.

He could also vaguely hear from Sherlock\'s father, the current Duke of Devonshire, that Sherlock was hanging out with some strange people.

He always thought that those who were called "Wizards" by the Duke were a bunch of liars who played juggling, and he always wanted to find an opportunity to persuade the "young master" who was addicted to it to let him come back.

But today, he realized that what he understood as a "wizard" and a real wizard were completely different things.

Sherlock simply showed some magic that wasn\'t even a spell in front of him.

The Ministry of Magic\'s enforcement of the Statute of Secrecy is stronger than any law, and even if there are no healds, there are other eccentric things around.

Once there are fluctuations in magic power, they can detect it.

Fortunately, he had seen a lot of old people in the market. Brad was not provoked to shout and show an unwillingness to admit it. He quickly looked at Sherlock hesitantly.

"Master, does he know that you have this ability, Master?"

"My mother and I are the same kind of people."

Hearing Sherlock say this, the old butler sighed. He thought that by letting Sherlock show such magic in front of his father, the conflict between father and son would be resolved.

But when Sherlock said this, it made him understand that the Duke had always known that magic and wizards were real.

"There are actually other hidden things about him and my mother." Sherlock just said this and didn\'t reveal more, "I\'m showing you this because I want you to know that what I\'ve been exposed to is different from normal people. It\'s the same. So are these medicines. You take them away and give him a bottle every other month. Although it can\'t completely cure his disease, it can also relieve him a lot~www.novelhall.com~ Saying Sherlock In front of him, he picked up a potion made from fragments of the Philosopher\'s Stone from the table and drank it himself.

"If you still have concerns, you can try it with other people, but don\'t tell him about it, he will definitely not drink these things when he finds out. You leave me an address, and then if the medicine runs out, I will Send the new one over with an owl."

The old butler nodded solemnly. He looked at Sherlock and opened his mouth to say something, but before he could speak, Sherlock spoke first.

"I know you want to ask, can I still meet him one day?"

The old butler sighed again and nodded.

Sherlock looked at all kinds of passers-by on the side of the road, his eyes were a little dazed, and a smile appeared on his face.

"I\'m also waiting for that day."

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