The Auror, who had used the Oblivion Curse on Roberts, still looked devastated.

He was wearing a pair of wide bloomers and saw Sherlock at a glance.

"It's Sherlock, dude, my God! You actually have time to watch the game!" The bloomer wizard looked shocked, but then he seemed to remember something, "Ah, I forgot, you should now He taught at Hogwarts, and I heard from Kingsley that you have changed a lot since you became a teacher, and you are not as withdrawn as you used to be."

Hearing what he said, Shilk glanced at Sherlock with some doubts.

Sherlock didn't pay attention to Silk's gaze, he looked at the wizard in bloomers, who was obviously his former colleague, but he had no impression of him at all, so he could only say vaguely.

"Today is just in time, so I came here with my nephew... friends."

Only then did the wizard in bloomers notice Shilk standing beside Sherlock, a look of surprise in his eyes, and he said in amazement.

"Unexpectedly, I originally thought that you would spend the rest of your life with the magic book, but you can do it, boy."

Sherlock shook his head painfully.

"It's not what you think......"

He hadn't even opened his mouth to explain when the bloomer wizard interrupted him.

"Sorry, man, I don't have time to chat with you right now, I'm really busy now, you've seen the Muggle situation, the side effects of the Oblivion Curse are too obvious. I'm going to find some Delight Potion for him, or else It won't be long before he's going to be depressed, and we'll see you next time."

After he finished speaking, he left in a hurry and went to find medicine for Roberts.

Sherlock shrugged, having no distaste for such a careless former colleague.

The side returned to normal, as if nothing had happened, Roberts found the change and gave them directions in a flat voice.

"Your camp is the innermost, and the tent is also there."

Sherlock glanced at the Muggle sympathetically, took the change, and walked into the misty woods with Shilk, who was carrying a travel bag.

They passed through the white fog, and the scenery in front of them suddenly became clear, and they came to an open space.

There are tents set up everywhere, and wizards of all shapes and sizes walk between the camps. There are African wizards in white robes leaning on rabbits, and there is a shining flag next to the tent. They are gathered together to chat and laugh. American wizards, and a few more Asian wizard with a scarf wrapped around his head and playing cards while sitting on a picnic blanket.

Looking at these people, Sherlock felt as if at least half of the wizards in the world had come here.

A little girl riding a toy broom looked unskilled in flying, and recklessly hit Shilk, fell off the broom, and hit her buttocks.

Shilk helped pull her up from the ground, probably because her appearance was inherently good for people. She lacked a front tooth in her mouth, and the little girl who spoke out of the way was not timid and thanked generously.

Then, her mother grabbed her ears and taught Ti to slip away. Before leaving, she smiled apologetically at Sherlock and the others.

Sherlock looked at Shilk, who subconsciously showed a smile at the corner of his mouth, and asked with a smile on his face.

"How do you feel here?"

"Not bad." Her hand grabbed Sherlock's arm at some point.

Sherlock didn't notice, and he walked forward happily.

"If it feels good, you will come out to play more when there are such activities in the future. When you stay at home and always think about those divinations and prophecies, people will become withdrawn."

"Sherlock was like this before?"

She was interested in the conversation between the bloomer wizard and Sherlock just now, and learned that Sherlock didn't seem to have such a personality before.

Sherlock tilted his head in thought.

"In the past, I really didn't like to communicate with others very much, but after something happened, I started to talk more, so I realized that it's not good for you to not be in contact with people all day. Also, what kind of job did you find? I I asked you so many times and didn't tell me?"

Hearing his question, Shilk couldn't help showing an intoxicating smile on his face.

"secret."

"Let me say it first, any job is fine, just don't go to the Ministry of Magic and be an Auror like your old dad."

"I don't like the Ministry of Magic."

"That's good, normal people don't have a good impression of those politicians, but there are some good people, such as this one."

When they were chatting, they had already reached the camp assigned to them, and Mr. Weasley, who was out of the tent, unwilling to use magic, instead wanted to use a lighter to make a fire, raised his head inadvertently, just in time to see Sherlock.

"Hey! Just in time for you, Sherlock, we're getting ready to make lunch!"

But when he saw Shilk holding Sherlock's arm, he was completely stunned.

His mouth was open as if he could put down a Bludger, his eyes were like two eggs, and the lighter in his hand fell to the ground unconsciously.

Sherlock was a little stunned by Mr. Weasley's shock at the moment. He and Mr. Weasley stared with big eyes and small eyes. When they were about to speak, they heard him scream with a vibrato.

"Molly! Come out! Come out! Molly!"

Mrs. Weasley, who was processing the ingredients in the tent, had not yet come out, and the angry voice had already come from inside.

"What are you making a fuss about! Stop trying to figure out how to use that lighter! If you don't get the fire up again, we can't expect to have lunch!"

"No no no! Come out quickly!"

Soon, the fat Mrs. Weasley came out of the tent with a bad face under Mr. Weasley's repeated calls~lightnovelpub.net~ She saw that the wood was still intact, and was just about to confront Weasley. Mr. Sly stared, and then found Sherlock and Silk beside him.

Looking at the slender and tender fingers grasping Sherlock's arm, Mrs. Weasley stayed where she was as if she had been hit by a petrification spell.

Sherlock, who only discovered the reason for their shock at this time, reluctantly broke his arm from Shilk's hand, pulled her to him, and introduced Mr. and Mrs. Weasley.

"This is Vera Silk, my friend and neighbor. I have a good relationship with her father and have always been treated as a sister."

After listening to Sherlock's introduction, Mr. Weasley and Mrs. Weasley looked at each other, while Silke frowned, and emphasized a sentence that had been emphasized countless times before.

"I'm a year older than you."

"I know, I know, you're a year older than me, but so what? You want to be my sister?"