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The splendid manor was particularly gloomy at this time.

In the infancy of the single-seat sofa, an indifferent thing was staring coldly at the group of people in black robes who were kneeling on the ground.

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

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

The big snake, as thick as a bucket, squatted beside the sofa chair, stared at the pair of cold vertical eyes, and looked at everything around him indifferently.

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

"Wormtail? Lucius? Evan? Cobain? Amycus? Alecto?"

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

The thing on the sofa chair seemed to be tired of it, he fell silent, the room was silent, everyone held their breath, for fear of disturbing his contemplation.

"Besides the ones locked up in Azkaban, whose loyalty and competence can I rest assured?"

He didn\'t ask anyone in the room this sentence, because he quickly answered his own question.

"Baby Barty can, but you **** didn\'t bring him back alive. Ah, and Regulus, but he\'s also dead..."

"Gagson!"

He suddenly called out a name.

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

"Lord, Lord." Gargson responded with a trembling voice.

"I know you\'re useless, but if you can\'t even bring that old Barty Crouch back to me, what\'s the point of your life."

Gagson first breathed a sigh of relief, then his heart became tense again, and then he promised loudly without hesitation.

"I can\'t bring back old Batty, I don\'t need your master, I am willing to be Nagini\'s food!"

The cold voice ignored Gagson\'s life-and-death statement, and continued to call out another person\'s name.

"Wormtail."

The pale, squat, fat mouse-like wizard climbed on his knees beside the sofa chair.

The voice suddenly fell silent, he said lightly.

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

Peter\'s originally tense body suddenly loosened, and he exclaimed in that numb voice.

"He will surely fall on his knees at your merciful feet, weeping and confessing, my great master."

The voice did not respond to his words, but 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, Forrest\'s house.

Sherlock didn\'t have anything to pack. All his office items were left at Hogwarts and he didn\'t bring them back. He only needed to carry a suitcase with some changing robes in it.

Silk is making breakfast in the kitchen.

After the unremitting efforts of the rest of the summer vacation, she finally learned her first big meal - omelette a week before the start of school.

Since that day, Sherlock\'s every breakfast has been a glass of warm milk, a slightly burnt omelette that looks bad but not mushy, and two slices of toast tested with a bread machine.

The taste is not bad, and the nutrition is very balanced, but if you eat it for a week, it will make some people unacceptable.

During this period, Sherlock repeatedly said 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 a sandwich or something.

But Silk seems to have a deep obsession with the kitchen, and after he can make food that can be eaten, he will not be allowed to enter the kitchen again.

Fortunately, this was the last meal this morning. Sherlock didn\'t get too entangled. He was waiting for the apron to bring the milk and omelette bread with the style of a young housewife.

Sherlock picked up the knife and fork, spread jam on the toast, and he hadn\'t forgotten Silk\'s work preparations.

"I\'m going back to Hogwarts today, when are you going to work?"

The corner of Shilk\'s mouth quietly raised an arc that was not easily noticeable.

"I\'m leaving today too."

Sherlock didn\'t hear anything wrong, just said something in surprise.

"It\'s such a coincidence, then will you live in the place of work or go back home?"

"The place to work provides shelter."

Speaking of which, Sherlock couldn\'t help but nag again.

"Although you are a big girl now, and you have lived alone for a long time, you should pay attention to living alone in the future and try your best not to eat your own meals. I\'m fine with two bites. You may not be able to eat too much. Stick to it. Also, try to be as friendly as possible with colleagues, of course, the premise is that we can\'t be bullied by others. If you have anything, just write to me. I basically stay at Hogwarts, and I won\'t go anywhere. …”

When Sherlock started to nag, Hilke\'s beautiful eyebrows wrinkled involuntarily, but he didn\'t say much. He cut the corpse with a dining knife silently, which could be eaten without cutting it at all. Fried eggs.

Of course, Sherlock knew that Shilk didn\'t like to listen to him nagging so much, but as an "elder", he should have said more. In his mind, Shilk and Amy were different. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com They\'re the kind of problem kids who can\'t help but worry.

After nagging for ten minutes, they also finished their breakfast.

Sherlock changed into a wizard\'s robe, put on a suitcase, said goodbye to Silk, and used Apparition to leave the house.

And after he left, Silk propped his chin on the dining table and stared at the ordinary Muggle photo hanging on the wall in a daze.

In the photo, the big two and one small show different smiles, and this combination looks quite funny.

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

After all the housework was done and the sanitation was cleaned up, Shilk walked into his room and took out the teaching tools that Sherlock had not discovered throughout the summer vacation.

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