Just a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

One of the busiest streets in London.

The bustling crowd came and went here, dressed in black robes that were very incompatible with modern society. A slender and thin young man was standing on the side of the road, studying the address he had copied from the book in his hand.

Facing the countless strange gazes around him looking at him, Sherlock didn't care at all.

Although he didn't exaggerate to the point of being socially ill, he was thick-skinned enough that he could basically ignore those strange gazes.

The address of the Leaky Cauldron, which was copied from the Wizard's Travels, is exactly in line with reality.

Now, in the direction Sherlock is facing, there is a dilapidated bar that is very out of tune with the surrounding modern shops and is opening its doors.

It's just that passersby on the street didn't seem to be able to see this bar, which was even more unique than Sherlock, and didn't even pay attention to its direction.

After more than a month of studying at home, Sherlock has a general understanding of most of the basic magic in the magic world.

What makes ordinary people ignore this bar is obviously the Muggle exorcism spell that wizards use the most in front of Muggles.

This kind of spell is only valid for Muggles, and for Sherlock, who is a wizard, the door number of the Leaky Cauldron is so conspicuous.

Actually, going out from home was a risky move for Sherlock.

He doesn't know anything about the original owner's interpersonal interactions in the magical world. If he encounters any acquaintances in the Leaky Cauldron or Diagon Alley, he will be at great risk of exposure.

But this trip to Diagon Alley was unavoidable.

Because he not only has to buy all kinds of magical daily necessities to go to Hogwarts, but also needs to go to the original owner's vault in Gringotts to get some money out for normal use.

So even if he knew there was a risk, Sherlock had to take the risk and get out of the house.

Besides, this is something he will have to face sooner or later.

Fortunately, the original main character is withdrawn, and the possibility of encountering acquaintances is very small.

Ignoring the 4th girl's shy approach, he crossed the road, and Sherlock walked into the old Leaky Cauldron.

Rough wooden tables and chairs, bar doors with squeaking noises, primitive fireplaces made of bricks, and simple candle chandeliers overhead make Sherlock, who suddenly walked in from the modern urban street outside, seem to have a kind of time-travelling. feel.

Here, his clothes are not conspicuous either.

Most of the guests in the bar were dressed like him, and there were even a few old witches with exaggerated oversized pointed hats on their heads, and they would definitely become the focus of Muggles whenever they went out.

Sherlock's arrival did not cause much reaction in the Leaky Cauldron.

Most of the wizards who were drinking didn't even look at him. Only Tom, the owner and bartender of this bar, was paying attention to Sherlock when he entered the door.

"Ha, a raw face, what do you want to drink?"

Outside, even though there was no one who knew the original owner at all, Sherlock always pretended to be that cold face.

Anyway, it's always a good thing to be careful.

"Butterbeer, thank you."

He asked for a drink with beer in its name but not beer, so he made it to an empty table in the corner.

Soon the bartender Tom brought the butter beer to him. Sherlock had an attitude of keeping away from strangers, so that he didn't talk much.

Sherlock took a light sip of the wizard's specialty drink.

The sweet taste is a little greasy, not quite to his taste.

After only one sip, he put the glass of butterbeer aside, and then sat at the table and waited quietly.

It's not that Sherlock doesn't want to enter Diagon Alley directly through the Leaky Cauldron, but he simply doesn't know how to enter Diagon Alley.

The Leaky Cauldron was found. He also remembered that the entrance to Diagon Alley was in front of a wall in the backyard of the bar.

Just tap a wand against a brick on the wall and the entrance will be opened.

But... which brick is a certain brick?

Even if such specific details were mentioned in the book, it was impossible for him to remember them.

Of course, he can also knock brick by brick to try out the correct answer.

But it would be embarrassing if other wizards came over during the attempt.

They were afraid they wanted to suspect that Sherlock was an undercover agent sent by Muggles!

So he's going to get into Diagon Alley in a better way.

I sat on the chair for about fifteen minutes.

A couple who seemed to be shopping for their children's school supplies for the new semester took their daughter into the Leaky Cauldron.

The couple did not dress like wizards, but more like Muggles in ordinary society.

However, there is a daughter with fluffy curly hair in her pocket, but she has a wand in it, showing that she is a little wizard.

The family didn't stop at the Leaky Cauldron Bar, and went straight through the backyard that the bar's lobby walked towards.

Seeing this, Sherlock, who had been waiting, immediately stood up from his seat and took out a few coins from his pocket. The wizard currency copper nut found in the study at home, UU reading www.uukanshu .com threw it at the bar and paid for the drinks.

When he walked to the backyard of the bar, the little girl's family happened to be standing by the wall counting bricks.

"Do you remember which piece it was?"

"Of course I remember! How could I forget such an important thing, Mom."

The girl held her head up and counted the trash can as a control.

"Count three bucks up—and two bucks across—yes, that's it!"

She whispered, and at the same time she took out her wand and tapped at the determined brick.

The brick she had knocked on trembled and began to move, and a small hole appeared in the middle. The opening became bigger and bigger. Before long, a wide archway appeared in front of them, leading to a winding, unseen end. cobblestone street.

Sherlock, who was behind them, watched the whole process in his eyes, and clearly recorded the location of the brick that the little girl struck.

Then he passed over this "helpful" family of good people.

"Sorry, I borrowed it."

The little girl's family did not realize that they had become Sherlock's tools.

This is the second time the couple came to Diagon Alley, and they still feel so incredible about everything here.

Sherlock still maintained his aloof personality and walked along the straight in the middle of Diagon Alley to Gringotts, which also led to him not hearing the conversation of the little girl behind him.

"Where shall we go first? Hermione."

"I made an appointment with Harry Ron and the others to meet at Diagon Alley today, so we have to wait for them at the gate of Gringotts first."

This year's second year at Hogwarts, Hermione Granger told her father.

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