The sound of Rolle going downstairs gradually faded away, and Sherlock sat at the table by the bed reading a newspaper from three days ago.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Karkaroff and Rolle walking out of the bar together, and then using Apparition to leave.

Soon, another group of wizards came to the Leaky Cauldron, all wearing the robes of the Ministry of Magic.

Obviously, someone reported this matter to the Ministry of Magic as soon as Karkaroff and the others left. All the wizards here are Aurors.

They came to the bar to do a simple survey, asked what happened, and left.

It's not that the Aurors don't act, it's that there really is nothing to understand.

Karkaroff and Roll came to the Leaky Cauldron Bar and didn't find the person they were looking for, so they left directly. From the information of a little girl, they couldn't analyze anything.

After the Aurors had all left, Tom, who was still terrified, continued to wipe the bar, and most of the guests in the hall had left.

The wizards were all frightened by what happened just now. Fortunately, the people who came were Karkaroff and Rolle, who were not known for their madness among the Death Eaters.

If Bellatrix Lestrange and his husband, Rodolphus Lestrange, were two neurotic who came, someone would surely suffer today.

And Sherlock upstairs, after confirming that the Death Eaters and the Aurors had all left, gently lifted the foot of the bed.

"Come out, they're all gone."

A rustling sound sounded, as if something had crawled out from under the bed, and then a small head emerged from the air, staring at Sherlock with clear and bright eyes.

The little girl wrapped her body in an invisibility cloak, with only one head exposed. At first glance, it looked like a severed head floating in the air, which was a little scary.

The girl is only six or seven years old, with blond hair, beautiful length, and a delicate face like a porcelain doll. The most striking thing is her eyes, which are bright and agile.

Sherlock looked at her and took a sip of black tea with a teacup.

"What is your name?"

"Amy."

The little girl's voice was soft, with a taste of milky milk, but her tone was calm, and it didn't sound like a child of this age at all.

"Where's your full name? What's your last name?" Sherlock looked at her and asked.

Amy shook her head.

"Dad said no."

Sherlock raised an eyebrow.

"That's what your dad sent you here?"

Amy nodded again.

Sherlock could guess that if the Death Eaters wanted to arrest her, it was probably related to her family. Otherwise, a child who was not old enough to go to a magic school would have no point in arresting her.

"Tom downstairs doesn't know you live here?"

Amy tilted her head and said.

"He knew it at first, but he didn't know when Dad was gone."

Sherlock thought for a moment, and then he understood what she meant.

"Your dad told him to forget about it?"

"As soon as I forget it, it's all empty." That old grandfather forgot both Amy and Dad."

Amy stretched out her tender white fingers from the invisibility cloak and circled in the air, reciting the action of the Forgetting Curse, as if she was showing Sherlock the scene at that time.

The girl's father was also alert, knowing that the Death Eaters might come to his daughter, so he left her an invisibility cloak and erased Tom's memory of them.

Sherlock sensed the trouble with this Amy.

She may be nothing, but her father definitely has a background, and the Death Eaters want to arrest her probably because of her father.

But Amy's father still didn't choose to bring her with him, but hid in the Leaky Cauldron. Obviously, his current situation is not very good.

Sherlock frowned and looked back at the little girl, only to find that she was staring at the plate of cookies on his table.

Amy also saw the look in his eyes, and asked with a wink.

"Can Amy eat?"

She is not acting like a spoiled child or begging, but more like visiting a friend's house, seeing the food she likes and asking normally.

Sherlock helped her pull out the chair, indicating that the plate was hers.

Amy put down the invisibility cloak, instead of sitting at the table immediately, she trotted to the bathroom to wash her hands, and then ran back.

"thanks."

She bowed her thanks to Sherlock, and finally sat upright on the chair and ate cookies.

Amy's tutor is very good, and there is absolutely no naughty that children of this age should have.

Sherlock continued to ask while she was eating cookies.

"Then why did you hide in my room?"

When Amy speaks, she swallows all the food in her mouth before opening her mouth.

"Amy feels safer here."

"How do you feel?" Sherlock raised his eyebrows.

"Dad said that Amy's feeling has always been accurate, and if you are undecided about something, just follow the feeling."

When she said this, she showed a little childish pride, which made Sherlock feel that she was a little childish.

"Then how did you eat before?"

"Amy would wear the invisibility cloak herself to get the food."

"Steal from the bar?"

"No, Amy will pay, a loaf and two nuts, and put it in the money box at the bar. Dad said stealing was wrong, so Amy wouldn't."

She had cookies in her hand and blinked at Sherlock, as if asking him if he had any more questions? If not, she will eat cookies in peace.

Sherlock looked at her and laughed, he felt that this little girl named Amy was very cute.

"Eat, we'll talk when you're done eating."

Sherlock then brought her back a glass of hot milk. Amy ate slowly and chewed slowly. She only ate less than half of a plate of biscuits and took nearly half an hour.

When she was full, she turned to look at Sherlock with those bright eyes.

"Can Amy come here to play in the future?"

Sherlock didn't answer her immediately, but continued to ask questions.

"How long does your father want you to stay here?"

"Dad said to have Amy here and wait for him to come back, and if he doesn't come back in a week, let Amy go with whoever feels right."

"Follow whoever feels right to you?"

Sherlock frowned. The girl's father felt strange, like being responsible, but very irresponsible.

"How long has your father been gone?"

Amy sat on the high chair, dangling her feet in white socks. A small section of greasy calf was exposed under the trousers, and she opened a small palm to Sherlock.

"Five days."

She herself doesn't seem to be afraid or nervous at all. A little girl of six or seven years old, her parents have been away from her side for so many days, she doesn't cry or make trouble, and takes good care of herself, even in the magic world, this is rare.

"What about Amy's mother?"

"No mother." There was no sadness or sadness in Amy's words, but a little smugness, "Dad said that Amy is his unique treasure and cannot share Amy with others, so Amy has no mother. ."

Sherlock also understood her family background. Either her parents were divorced or her mother passed away very early, so her father would say such things to comfort the child.

This little girl named Amy was obviously going to cause trouble, but Sherlock didn't really want to get rid of it.

Maybe it was because of being a professor for two years that she felt protective when she saw a child, or maybe it was because Amy was very obedient, which made Sherlock feel sympathetic, or maybe it was because of fate that Sherlock felt that this little girl was very good. eye edge.

He wanted to help the little girl.

"If Amy's father hasn't come to pick up Amy in two days, Amy can come to me." Sherlock smiled and extended his hand to her, "My name is John Watson, nice to meet you. you."

Amy tilted her head and looked at Sherlock's outstretched hand.

"If Amy follows John, it will cause trouble for John."

Sherlock winked at her.

"John isn't afraid of trouble."

The girl pursed her lips and reached out her little hand to hold Sherlock's.

"Nice to meet you too, John."

After the two got to know each other, they soon played wizard chess to pass the time.

At lunch, Sherlock knew that she was basically eating bread every day for the past five days, so she specially asked for some more food from Tom and shared it with her.

It was not until the evening that Amy said goodbye to Sherlock and returned to Room 10 next door.

Before it got dark, Snape found Sherlock.

"I have prepared the medicine, we can go to delivery."

Sherlock looked at him in surprise.

"So fast? Isn't it three days?"

Snape looked disdainful.

"It's just a bottle of vitality tonic, only garbage will use it for three days."

Although he was talking big, Snape obviously had been refining medicine in the room, which made Sherlock, who had been playing wizard chess with the little girl for a whole day, slightly ashamed, and he coughed twice.

"Cough, cough, worthy of being a potion master. Let's go, let's deliver it, and by the way, see how much she can charge for my bottle of healing medicine."

The two left the Leaky Cauldron together and returned to the Extraordinary Potions Store. The witch who signed a contract with them last time is still in the store this time.

The witch was particularly surprised that they delivered the potion ahead of time, and the quality of the potion was exceptionally high.

She was full of praise for Snape's craftsmanship and gave the price of Sherlock's bottle of healing potion.

"Our pharmacist didn't detect the ingredients in your bottle of medicine, but the therapeutic effect is better than most of the medicines on the market, even reaching the same level as Baixian essence."

The witch did not depreciate the effect of the potion in order to lower the price, and was obviously prepared to cooperate with Sherlock for a long time.

"But because it is a new type of medicine, the price will not be as high as that of Baixian essence. If you only want to sell the finished product, I can only give half the price of Baixian essence. If you want to sell the formula, then the price we can It’s easy to negotiate, and it’s even possible to sign a contract and divide it proportionally.”

The conditions she offered were very sincere. If Sherlock really had the potion formula in his hands, he might have agreed to sell the formula directly to her.

The formula of the curable potion is only magic stone fragments. Of course, he can't sell this kind of thing, so he can only sell the finished product directly.

"Just as you said, half the price of white fresh essence is good. I remember the price of white fresh essence on the market. A small bottle is basically around 30 Galleons."

The witch seemed a little disappointed by his decision, but the business had to continue, she said.

"The price of a bottle of white fresh essence in my shop is 34 Galleons. If you sell the finished product for that bottle, I can offer you 17 Galleons."

Sherlock narrowed his eyes, his smile full of riches.

He had never thought before that the healing potion made from the fragments of the Philosopher's Stone could still sell for so much money. For him, it was completely worthless. Selling a bottle would make a net profit of 17 Galleons.

The full version of the Philosopher's Stone can not only make elixir, but also turn stone into gold. The Sorcerer's Stone Fragment also inherited a part of "turning a stone into gold", and the healing potion produced alone can create a huge amount of wealth.

"How long does it take to refine this potion?" the witch asked.

Sherlock didn't say that the output is too high, there are too many things, let people know that this kind of medicine is easy to refine and the materials are cheap, and the price will definitely be lowered.

"I can provide you five bottles in a month. The refining process is not troublesome, but some materials are very scarce, similar to Bai Xian." He said with a smacking lip.

Snape on the side couldn't help twitching the corners of his mouth when he saw him like this.

After getting acquainted these days, looking at Sherlock like this, he knew that he was fooling people.

The witch was very surprised.

"Five bottles are already a lot! If you can keep the supply of this quantity, then our store can use this as the main product, and the purchase price can be increased when the price rises in the future."

The hostess of this shop is very generous in her business and makes it very comfortable to work with her.

After finalizing the purchase price for the healing potion, Sherlock privately sidelined Snape.

"The finished product of my bottle of medicine is very low, and it does not take time. If you want, you can push the list of refining medicine."

Snape said coldly.

"The money you sell is yours, the money I make from refining medicine is mine, what does it have to do with me if you can make money. I have nothing to do here, just use her materials to practice techniques~www.mtlnovel. com~ Sherlock patted him on the shoulder.

"We are all grasshoppers on a rope, what else is there to share with you and me?

"Go away, don't get close to me!"

Snape is also a dead duck with a tough mouth. In fact, he is in a period of confusion now. He doesn't know what to do except save Lily. Refining medicine is just to calm his mind and pass the time.

After everything was settled, Sherlock sold all the seven bottles of healing potions he kept to the witch, and gained a total of 119 Galleons, and his wallet was instantly full.

Now that the problem of him and Snape's survival here is completely solved, there is no worries.

They didn't have any clues about returning to the correct time line for the time being. Sherlock could only focus on making one thing very important, and returning to the things that he had a chance to understand at this time.

That's what's wrong with the original owner's parents.