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Chapter 373 Adoptive Father?

Mrs. Matthew and Sherlock's best time happened to be the same day as the day of the award.

But fortunately, after the award, as usual, members of the Sir Merlin Order will hold a grand banquet for the new medal recipient, so the time is generally set for the afternoon of the day.

And early this morning, Sherlock brought Silk together to Mrs. Matthew's old yard.

Seeing Silk for the first time, the old witch couldn't help but snorted coldly.

"No wonder you said it was a private matter."

Silk didn't respond to this, and Sherlock didn't even blush.

It was still the terrace in the yard. From the beginning to the end, Mrs. Matthew didn't seem to want to invite them into her home.

She asked Silk to be on the opposite side of her, and she didn't check her eyes immediately, but asked about the situation of [Time Shards].

"When and where was the eye contaminated?"

Silk looked up at Sherlock first, then said softly.

"August 1977, in the Time Hall of the Department of Mysteries, British Ministry of Magic."

Mrs. Matthew frowned suddenly.

"The Hall of Time in August of '77!"

Sherlock coughed lightly and interjected.

"I forgot to tell you last time I came here, ma'am, the source of the [time debris] that polluted Silk's eyes is the [William's time shape] made by your ancestors."

But Mrs. Matthew didn't seem to be listening to what Sherlock said seriously. She was seriously recalling this time, and then stared at Silk's face like this.

"Are you the daughter of the Auror Eddie Butler who made great contributions in the melee in the Hall of Time and died later?"

There was no sad expression on Silk's face, she said calmly.

"Yes, he is my father."

Mrs. Matthew's face suddenly stopped being weird at this moment, but softened a lot.

"There is also the silent man of the Time Hall who died at that time—John Watson. I heard that he and your father are good friends, and he is also your adoptive father. He is an admirable hero."

"puff!"

Sherlock couldn't hold back when he heard the word adoptive father from the old woman's mouth.

He was almost choked to death by his own saliva, and couldn't help coughing violently, causing Mrs. Matthew to turn to look at him dissatisfied.

"Cough, cough, sorry, my question, I'm sorry, you continue to chat."

Sherlock could only keep apologizing, and then Mrs. Matthew's face softened again, and she looked at Silk.

"John is not my adoptive father." Silk emphasized to her solemnly.

"This is your father's explanation to the outside world at the time. He never believed that Mr. Watson was dead, and said he would bring him back and make him your adoptive father." Mrs. Matthew also emphasized.

Sherlock had already started to feel restless, but fortunately Mrs. Matthew did not continue to dwell on this issue.

"After Mr. Watson died, I was invited to take over his position in the Hall of Time. I was not young at that time, but after hearing about his deeds, I was very happy to take over such a As the will of the people, continue to conduct time magic research in the Department of Affairs."

"If this Professor Forrest had explained your identity to me from the very beginning, then there's no need for that timid old fellow to sell himself and ask me to help you."

Hearing what she said, Sherlock's face, which was originally pulled, couldn't help pulling it longer at this time.

What's the use of saying this now, can you still take back the benefits that Professor Slughorn gave you?

After that, Mrs. Matthew also started to get into the main topic of treatment. She asked Silke in detail about the pollution of [time debris] at that time, and she learned about her current occupation and whether she had any unique talents when she was a child. .

It wasn't until Silke said that her feeling was very accurate, as long as she was asked to guess anything that was uncertain, she could basically guess the correct answer, and her current occupation was a fortune teller, Mrs. Matthew was like Is to understand the problem.

"In the magic world, there is such a kind of wizard who is born with the ability to predict, and can even see part of the future. He is called a [prophet]."

she said seriously.

"Although your talent is not as powerful as the real [Prophet], you are far superior to anyone in prophecy."

"And that piece of [William's time shape] is actually a kind of ingenious balance between the future and the past, and the "silver sand" that is constantly losing represents the present. According to what you described, those [time crumbs] in the hourglass at that time should be Attracted by your talent for predicting the future, I want to achieve another balance, so I voluntarily adsorbed on you."

"This is actually not a characteristic of [Time Shards] itself, but an ability that my ancestor named William gave it with magic when he made this hourglass. It is estimated that he did not think of [Prophet] physique at that time. People are drawn to it, too, because people with this gift are so rare in all the history of magic."

Through her words, Sherlock finally figured out why the sand in the hourglass found Silk at that time.

But knowing the root of the problem is not the main thing. The most important thing is whether Silk's eyes can be cured now.

Mrs. Matthew did not directly give a definite answer to such a question.

"I'll try my best." She stood up from the balcony leaning on a stick, "Now the magic world has lost the way to make [time crumbs], and naturally few people still have the magic tools to collect them, but because my ancestors It’s the craftsman of the Time Converter, so there’s still one left, but I can’t guarantee that the [Time Shards] that have been integrated into the human body can be taken out, after all, no one has experienced such a situation.”

Silk got up with Mrs. Matthew, and the two walked towards the house. When Sherlock wanted to follow them, he was stopped by the old witch.

"Don't follow me. I'll help her try it out. Not only will you be of no help, but it will get in the way."

Sherlock didn't force it, he just said with a serious expression.

"If there is any problem in the middle, everything must be to ensure her safety. Even if it can't be taken out in the end, she can't be hurt."

Mrs. Matthew tapped her cane.

"Even if you don't tell me, I know what to do. I won't hurt this little girl."

Finally, before entering the door, Silk smiled at him and made a gesture of reassurance, and the two witches, one old and one young, disappeared from Sherlock's sight.

(End of this chapter)