It's just a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

Chapter 229 Conspiracy and Breakfast

The magnificent manor looked particularly gloomy at this time.

In the swaddling clothes of the single sofa, something neither human nor ghost was staring coldly at the trembling men in black robes who were kneeling on the ground.

"I don't expect everyone to remain 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 that you have the ability to complete this task?"

The big snake as thick as a bucket was entangled next to the sofa chair, staring at the pair of cold vertical eyes, looking around everything around indifferently.

Kneeling on the hard floor, none of those wizards of noble birth and pure blood dared to raise their heads. 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 who was called trembled, and no one dared to look directly at that frightening existence.

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

"Except for those imprisoned in Azkaban, whose loyalty and ability can reassure me?"

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

"Barty Jr., but you bastards didn't bring him back alive. Ah, and Regulus, but he's dead too"

"Gargson!"

Suddenly he called out a name.

Among the crowd kneeling on the ground, a trembling man in black robe stood up. He didn't wear a mask on his face. He was a thin wizard with glasses and blond hair.

"Lord, master." Gargson responded tremblingly.

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

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

"If you can't bring old Batty back, I don't need you to do it, the master. I am willing to be Nagini's food!"

The cold voice ignored Gargson's life and death sign, but continued to call another person's name.

"Wormtail."

The pale, squat wizard like a big fat mouse crawled to the sofa chair on his knees.

The voice suddenly fell silent, and he said lightly.

"Go to northern Scandinavia and tell that guy I can give him another chance."

Peter's tense body suddenly relaxed, and he praised in that numb voice.

"He will surely kneel at your benevolent feet and weep to admit his mistake, my great master."

The voice did not respond to his words, but looked at these 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 [-]st, 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 change of robes in it.

Silk is making breakfast in the kitchen.

After unremitting efforts during the rest of the summer vacation, she finally learned her first big meal - fried eggs, one week before the start of school.

From that day on, every breakfast of Sherlock's was a cup of warm milk, a slightly burnt fried egg that looked a little bad but not mushy, and two slices of toast that were tested in a bread machine.

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

During this period, Sherlock insinuated several times that he could go into the kitchen and prepare a richer breakfast, such as cooking a bowl of meat porridge or frying a ham for a sandwich.

But Silk seems to have a deep obsession with the kitchen, and after he can make edible food, he is determined not to allow him to enter the kitchen again.

Fortunately, no matter what, this was the last meal this morning, Sherlock didn't get too tangled up, and waited for Silke, who was wearing an apron and had the demeanor of a young housewife, to bring milk, omelette and bread.

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

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

The corner of Silk's mouth slightly curled up in an imperceptible arc.

"I'm leaving today too."

Sherlock didn't hear any questions, but just said something in surprise.

"It's such a coincidence, then will you live at work, or go back home?"

"Work provides accommodation."

Speaking of this, Sherlock couldn't help nagging again.

"Although you are already a big girl now, and you have lived alone for long enough, you still have to pay attention to living alone in the future, and try not to eat the food you cook yourself. Persevere. And try to be friendly with colleagues, of course, the premise is that we can’t be bullied by others. If you have anything to do, write to me. I basically stay at Hogwarts and won’t go anywhere.”

From the beginning of Sherlock's nagging, Silke's beautiful eyebrows frowned unconsciously, but he didn't say much, and silently cut up the corpse with a knife, which could be eaten without cutting. fried eggs.

Of course, Sherlock also knows that Silke doesn't like to hear him nagging so much, but as an "elder", it is right to say more. In his mind, Silke and Amy are different, but they are both the same kind Worrying problem children.

After chatting for more than ten minutes, they also finished their breakfast.

Sherlock changed into wizard robes, put on a suitcase, said goodbye to Silk, and left home using Apparition.

After he left, Silk propped his chin up on the dining table and looked at the ordinary Muggle photo hanging on the wall in a daze.

The two big and one small in the photo showed different smiles, this combination looks quite funny.

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

After finishing all the housework and cleaning up, Silk went into his room and took out the teaching tools that Sherlock hadn't found during the whole summer vacation.

(End of this chapter)