Chapter 99: Going Out For a Relaxation

Chapter 99: Going Out For a Relaxation

While they were in the car, Sherlock took the initiative to ask, “How is his condition?”

The butler sitting in front said with a smile, “His condition has improved. Although there will always be professional medical staff to take care of him, at least it will not be as life-threatening as before.”

Sherlock nodded slightly. Rich people don’t die so easily, especially in a country like the UK.

The butler glanced at Sherlock hesitantly and asked carefully, “Master, how is your memory?”

“I can already remember several things.”

“Are you going to see the master this time and agree to his request?”

Sherlock didn’t answer but said softly, “Let’s talk about it when we meet.”

The butler did not ask more, but he could also see from Sherlock’s attitude that he didn’t seem to have any intention of fulfilling the promise to his father, so he could only sigh. The car drove all the way from Devonshire to a private hospital in London, and the butler took Sherlock into a small building in the corner of the hospital.

This three-storey villa, three times bigger than where Sherlock lived, was the private ward where the Duke of Devonshire lived. They walked up to the second floor, where Sherlock’s father lived in the master bedroom, and the third floor, where the paramedics looked after him 24 hours.

The butler took Sherlock to the door of the room, stood outside the door, and let him inside alone. Sherlock didn’t hesitate and pushed open the door directly.

The room was big enough to be the living room of Sherlock’s house, but after entering the door, his eyes fell on the withered man lying on the hospital bed.

Victor William Spencer Cavendish, 11th Duke of Devonshire. He didn’t look very old but was terribly pale. The skin pressed tightly against the bones as if there were no muscles in between.

Even if he has become like this, you can still see his appearance. If it wasn’t for the illness that became the way he is now, he would still be a good-looking man. The original Sherlock’s appearance is a little more like his father.

Victor saw Sherlock come in, and they looked at each other without speaking first.

After about ten seconds, the man lying on the bed opened his mouth first, “A year ago, I heard that you accidentally fell from the second floor and lost your memory?”

Sherlock nodded, “Some things were forgotten at that time, but some things were not forgotten.”

“I asked Brad to send you that letter. It has been a whole year, and you didn’t come to me until today?” Victor’s tone was firm.

Brad was the name of the butler. Sherlock didn’t hide it and told the truth, “Hogwarts approved my application for a position there, and I went there as a teacher for a year.”

After hearing what Sherlock said, Victor’s face suddenly turned sour. He seemed to be squeezing out from his teeth one tone after another, “You played with those wizards again?”

Sherlock frowned, realizing that Victor’s reaction was more violent than he had imagined, “I’m a wizard myself, and my mother...”

“Shut it, don’t talk about her in front of me.” Victor was furious and began to cough violently, and soon, the butler named Brad rushed into the room with the doctor.

He stretched out and stood up from the chair, hooked his fingers lightly at his drawer. The drawer opened by itself, and two letters flew out and slipped into Sherlock’s pocket.

He walked out of the study room, opened the bedroom door by himself, folded a few changes of clothes and daily necessities by himself, and flew into the suitcase.

As Sherlock walked to the living room, the suitcase floated towards the door, waiting for him to pick it up. Sherlock was not wearing a wizard robe but a regular summer dress in the Muggle world.

When everything was ready, he pushed open the door and walked towards 4 Privet Drive.

In the place where the famous Harry Potter in the wizarding world lives.

Harry’s uncle, Vernon Dursley, answered the phone in a muttered voice.

“Yes, it’s Vernon Dursley.”

Harry happened to be in the room at this time and was stunned when he heard Ron’s voice.

“Can you hear me? I’m looking for Harry Potter!” Ron shouted so hard that Uncle Vernon was startled by it.

“Who are you?” he yelled in the direction of the receiver.

“Ron Weasley!” Ron shouted back, as if shouting to Uncle Vernon on the other side of the football field, “I’m a friend from Harry’s school!”

Uncle Vernon’s eyes turned to Harry.

“There’s no Harry Potter here!” He yelled, “I don’t know what school you’re talking about! Never call me again. You hear that, little bastard?”

He threw the receiver back on the telephone. He turned his furious gaze on Harry.

“How dare you give your phone number to others?!” Uncle Vernon shouted.

Ron clearly causes trouble for Harry, but Harry doesn’t care. He was already used to the way the Dursleys treated him.

At Hogwarts, he cracked the Chamber of Secrets incident and defeated the Basilisk, but none of these things were as bad as dealing with the Dursleys.

“Go wash our laundry. We give you food and clothing. I won’t be giving you one if you don’t do anything here.”

Harry nodded, “Yes, sir. I will do them now.”

Just as he was about to wash the Dursleys’ socks, a doorbell rang suddenly.