I’m Only A Defense Against The Dark Arts Professor

Chapter 11: An Ice Cream

After a summer vacation, the Hogwarts trio finally met again in front of Gringotts.

“Guess who I just saw in Borgin and Burkes?” Harry asked Ron and Hermione as they walked up to Gringotts.

Before his friends could guess, Harry couldn’t wait to tell the answer himself, “Malfoy and his father!”

Before Hermione and Ron say anything, Mr. Weasley becomes alert.

“What did they buy there?”

“No, they were selling something.”

“The Ministry of Magic is under investigation recently. He must be scared.” He gritted his teeth and said, “I’ll catch him later!”

“Be careful, Arthur.” Mrs. Weasley warned him.

“That family is not easy to mess with, don’t bite the bones you can’t chew.”

They chatted and walked into Gringotts. After taking out the money they needed, the Granger, Weasley, Harry, and others were ready to split up.

Just as Mr. Weasley was about to invite Hermione’s parents to the Leaky Cauldron for a drink, Mrs. Weasley suddenly grabbed her husband’s arm.

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“Arthur!” She looked very excited, her eyes fixed on the front as if she saw something incredible.

Mr. Weasley was a little confused by her actions.

“What’s the matter, Molly?”

Looking at Mrs. Weasley’s line of sight, Mr. Weasley’s voice stopped abruptly. He stared blankly ahead with his mouth open. Harry, Ron, Hermione, Fred, George, Percy, and the others looked strangely toward both of them.

That is the back of a young man with a straight back and a slender figure. Just the back makes people think that if this person is not someone important or influential, then there must be something wrong with both of them.

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Sherlock did not encounter any problems in the process of getting his money from Gringotts. The authentication method for this bank run by goblins is quite simple.

As long as someone brings the key to the treasury and the owner of the treasury, the goblins will bring them to the designated treasury room. The treasury room is more like a safe vault. As long as he has the key issued by Gringotts, he can deposit or withdraw money from the vault whenever he wants.

The original Sherlock’s wealth in this world is not big. Even if he didn’t need to ask the goblin who brought him here, Sherlock could probably see that there were at most a few hundred Galleons in this vault.

It’s not much, but not too little, either. If it’s just for his daily needs, this money can be spent for at least ten years.

Sherlock took out about fifty Galleons, put them in the magic bag provided by Gringotts, and left the bank.

The things he bought were not too much; the most important ones were the commonly used items such as ink, quills, and parchment.

Others include going to Madam Malkin’s shop to order a robe, the Magic Pet Shop to buy an owl for sending letters, the Flourish and Blotts Bookstore to buy some Defense Against the Dark Arts books, and many more.

On the surface, he still remains that cold expression, but things that are happening in Diagon Alley quite shocked him a little bit. Children on the street riding toy brooms flying at low altitudes, magic puppets constantly joking about their customers in front of the joke shop, ice cream sold in shops, and many more that piqued his interest.

Of course, Sherlock is not an anti-social person like the original Sherlock. He is more outgoing and cheerful. He kept pretending to be cold in a place like this, which made him a little bit unbearable.

Looking at the introduction, the taste of this ice cream can be changed according to their thoughts. As long as the taste is what you think in your heart, it will taste exactly what you think it is in your mouth.

Sherlock sighed in his heart.

The original Sherlock didn’t have many acquaintances in the wizarding world at all, so he just wanted to try it. The ice cream flavored with tomato scrambled eggs should be fine, right?

After two months of eating British meals, it made him sick enough. He misses the taste of scrambled eggs with tomato and rice in his hometown. This ice cream is able to give him what he needs perfectly perfectly.

He gave himself a thought in his heart, walked to the ice cream cart, and showed the ice cream stall owner his first friendly smile to outsiders since he came to this world.

The stall owner was a young witch; she was stunned by Sherlock’s smile as soon as she raised her head.

“Do you need an ice cream, sir?” The witch asked.

Just as Sherlock was about to take out a Sickle from his pocket, a shout suddenly came from behind him.

“Sherlock!”

Sherlock was stunned for a moment. His face froze immediately.

His name is called, and it was not his last name. Which means they are his acquaintances.

He responded very quickly, immediately put away the smile, and returned to his usual cold expression.

“No, I don’t want one.”

Sherlock said goodbye to his tomato scrambled egg ice cream with tears in his heart and rejected the witch’s ice cream. He turned to look at the people who called his name.

It’s a group of people. A dozen people were tall, short, and most of them were children.

At a glance, Sherlock recognized Harry Potter, who was the most noticeable amongst the group, and the family who had just helped him enter Diagon Alley.

It was a red-haired middle-aged wizard who called out his name. He looked at Sherlock with a look of joy and excitement as if he had seen his long-lost relatives.

After seeing these people, Sherlock’s heart suddenly sank to the bottom.

Harry Potter, a little girl with Muggle parents, a family with many kids with red hair.

Even if he doesn’t know the book’s plot, he can still recognize who this group of people is.

The Weasleys, the Grangers, and the Hogwarts trio.

The wizard who looked like he saw his long-lost relative should be the head of the Weasley family. Sherlock can’t remember his name, but he can be called Mr. Weasley.

Seeing Sherlock’s face, Mr. Weasley was excited, and beside him was a middle-aged witch who was even more excited than him. Mrs. Weasley had a surprised smile on her face, and there were even tears in her eyes.

She stepped forward and grabbed Sherlock’s hand.

“Oh my, you’re finally willing to go out. Did you know that we haven’t seen you for nearly two years after you left the Ministry of Magic? It was a pleasure to meet you again.” She wiped her tears.

“How have you been lately?”