Chapter 229： dead arrogant

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When Sherlock returned to the castle, in the auditorium, Flitwick had already started preparing the decorations for today's opening dinner.

He put his things back in the office, and used a spell to help Flitwick with a few small favors. Just as he was about to go out from the auditorium and walk around the castle, he met Professor McGonagall in the foyer.

"I heard about Sherlock at the World Cup."

As soon as they met, Professor McGonagall looked at him worriedly.

"And on the second day of the accident, the contract was..."

Sherlock smiled at her.

"Yes, Professor, Professor Dumbledore told me all about my mother."

Professor McGonagall took a deep breath, her eyes were a little red, this Gryffindor Dean, who was usually very strict and seemingly inhuman, was actually a very emotional person.

"If you know it, you will know it. You don't have to put too much pressure on yourself. Although Sally is gone, she actually doesn't want you to come into contact with this. I don't know if Albus is right or wrong for you to know, but you Don't take everything as your own responsibility, your mother has done enough and shouldn't let you have anything more."

Sherlock spread his arms, smiled and hugged the stern but gentle old woman, comforting.

"Don't worry, professor, you know, I've been smart since I was a child. I will have my own sense of what to do and when to do it."

Professor McGonagall sniffed, and she looked at Sherlock with relief.

"So happy for Sally, you're great Sherlock."

"You're still a better professor if you're strict with me. If you praise me, I'll be proud."

Sherlock and Professor McGonagall chatted for a while in the foyer and then parted. She had to prepare the list of freshmen and arrange the class schedule for this semester. She and Flitwick were the busiest on the first day of school every year.

After leaving the auditorium, Sherlock first went to the basement level, in Snape's office.

That Snape, who was dressed like an old bat spirit and had similar living habits, really went back to the castle and hid in his office.

"Long time no see, Uncle Prince."

As soon as he met Sherlock, he greeted him with a smile on his face. Snape was still indifferent. He just raised his head and glanced at him, and then returned his full attention to the potion formula in his hand.

Sherlock didn't care about his hot face sticking to his cold butt. If Snape suddenly greeted him with a smile today, then he would have to pull out his wand and ask what kind of monster got into this old bat.

"What are you looking for me for?"

Sherlock didn't show anything, he was playing with the bottles and jars he put on the shelf, and said while looking at a bottle of golden potion that looked like a phlegm.

"You won't forget? I can write you a letter during this holiday, asking you to help make some compound decoctions. I have paid the deposit."

Snape still had that paralyzed face.

"I didn't reply that I promised to help you, and if you don't want to have any mental problems, don't mess with that bottle of crazy."

As soon as he said the name of the potion, Sherlock hurriedly put it back.

Crazy Element is a kind of potion that is very similar to Fuling Potion, but after drinking it, not only will it not bring good luck to people, but it will also temporarily make people mentally disturbed. There are many dark wizards who like this kind of torture.

He sat opposite Snape, blinked, and held out his hand.

"Hurry up and take it out, don't waste your time, such a big person is still like a child."

Snape's face became even more stinky, he gave Sherlock a cold look, and finally took out a bag from his drawer and handed it to him reluctantly.

Sherlock scolded "Dead Tsundere" in his heart, and snatched the bag over.

He lowered his head to confirm the amount of compound decoction in the bag, and finally nodded with satisfaction and put it away.

Of course, there is no need to inspect the goods. It is still very reassuring to die on the potion.

Just when Sherlock got something and was about to leave, Snape suddenly asked.

"You know those things?"

His question was vague, but Sherlock understood what he was asking.

"Not only did I know it, but I played against those people, and you should know what happened at the World Cup."

Snape's eyes continued to stay on the potion formula, but his eyes became obviously lost.

"You killed two people?"

The smile on Sherlock's face faded, and he stared at Snape solemnly.

"Don't say such self-deceiving words, those are two Death Eaters, and he has already begun to gather his men, which means that there is not much time left for the day you have been waiting for."

Snape fell silent, before speaking again after a long time.

"Is Lily still alive?"

"I said it, and I don't know about it. But you haven't said a word to him since she was awakened on Harry?"

Snape shook his head.

"I can't change my attitude towards Harry, the less time there is, the less I can show any flaws at this last moment."

Sherlock heard what he was trying to say.

"So you just didn't see her first? You're afraid that after seeing her, you will be soft on Harry in the future? What if you don't see her for a while, and you won't have a chance in the future?"

Snape clenched his fists silently.

"She'll know, she just needs to know."

Sherlock looked at Snape with a complicated look, with admiration, pity and pity in his eyes, and finally sighed and turned to leave Snape's office.

He had just returned from the underground to the first floor along the stairs when he met an unexpected person near the auditorium.

"Haha, so coincidentally we met, Sherlock."

Sherlock also looked at Moody in surprise, but he quickly remembered what he had told himself when he met Kingsley in Diagon Alley earlier, because this semester there will be a Triwizard Tournament in the castle. , Dumbledore specially invited the retired Moody to the castle.

Although Sherlock didn't understand why Moody was invited to hold the Triwizard Tournament, it was a joy to meet acquaintances.

Moody's temper has always been known to be eccentric in the Auror Command, but he is also a good Auror who can be trusted.

he said with a smile.

"It's really a coincidence, Senior Moody, I heard Kingsley say you would come to Hogwarts before, but I didn't expect to meet you here today."

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