Capítulo 11: Goodbye My Tomato Scrambled Egg Ice Cream
After a summer of parting, the three Hogwarts little ones finally met again in front of Gringotts.
"Guess who I saw in Borgin and Burkes?" Harry told Ron and Hermione as they walked up the Gringott's steps.
Before his friends could guess, Harry couldn't wait to tell the answer himself
"Malfoy and his dad!"
Before Hermione and Ron said anything, Mr. Weasley became alert.
"What did he buy there?"
"No, he's was selling something."
"The Ministry of Magic is investigating him recently. He's scared." He gritted his teeth and said, "I'll catch him!"
"Be careful, Arthur."
Mrs. Weasley warned him when a goblin had bowed and led them into the bank.
"That family is not easy to mess with, don't bite off more than you can chew."
They chatted and walked into Gringotts. After taking out the money they needed, the Granger family, the Weasley family, and Harry and the others were ready to split up.
Just as Mr. Weasley was about to warmly invite Hermione's parents, Mr. and Mrs. Granger, to the Leaky Cauldron for a drink, Mrs. Weasley suddenly grabbed her husband's arm tightly!
"Arthur!"
She looked very excited, her eyes fixed on the front as if she saw something incredible.
Mr. Weasley was a little puzzled by her actions.
"What's the matter, Molly, what did you see..."
Looking at Mrs. Weasley's line of sight, Mr. Weasley's voice stopped abruptly. He stared blankly ahead with a big mouth as if his eyes were about to pop out!
Harry, Ron, Hermione, Fred, George, Percy, Ginny, and the others looked strangely following the line of sight of the Weasleys.
Which was the back of a young man, with a straight back and a slender figure. Just the back made people subconsciously think that if this person is not a handsome guy, it was simply unreasonable.
...
Sherlock did not encounter any problems in the process of withdrawing money from Gringotts.
The authentication method for this bank run by goblins was quite simple.
As long as someone brings the key to the bank, and is sure to be the owner of the treasury, the goblins will bring person or people to the designated vault.
So a vault here was more like a registered safe. As long as there is a special certificate issued by Gringotts, the key, he could deposit or withdraw money from the vault when he owned.
The original owner's vault in the magic world was not very large. Even if he didn't need to ask the goblin who brought him here, Sherlock could probably see at a glance that there were at most a few hundred gold Galleons in this vault.
Not much, but not too little either.
If it's just daily life, save some money in the magic world, and this money can be spent for at least ten years.
Sherlock took out about fifty gold Galleons and put them in the magic bag provided by Gringotts, and then he left the fairy bank.
The things he bought were not too complicated, the most important ones were the commonly used stationery such as ink quills and parchment.
Others include going to Madam Mokin's Robe Shop to order a robe, going to the Magic Pet Shop to buy an owl for sending letters and going to the Lishen Bookstore to buy some basic books on Defense Against the Dark Arts, etc.
Although the surface remains high and cold, these affairs in Diagon Alley are also extremely rare for Sherlock, who came to Wizard Street for the first time.
Children on the street riding toy brooms flying at low altitudes, magic puppets constantly soliciting customers in front of the magic joke shop, magic every flavour ice cream sold in dessert shops, etc., everything is so interesting.
Of course, Sherlock is not an introverted person like the original owner. He is more outgoing and cheerful.
He kept pretending to be cold in a place like this, which finally made him a little bit unbearable.
Looking at the introduction, the taste of this express ice cream can be changed according to people's thoughts. As long as the taste is what you think in your heart, it will taste what you eat in your mouth.
What a great idea!
Sherlock sighed in his heart.
Anyway, the original owner didn't have many acquaintances in the magic world at all, so he just wanted to try it. The ice cream flavoured with tomato scrambled eggs must be fine, right?
After two months of eating British meals, he suffocated himself. Now he misses the taste of scrambled eggs with tomato and rice in his hometown.
And this magical ice cream in front of him seems to be able to perfectly meet his needs.
He gave himself an affirmative answer in his heart, then walked to the ice cream cart and showed the ice cream stall owner the first friendly smile to outsiders since he came to this world.
The stall owner was a young witch, she was stunned by Sherlock's smile as soon as she raised her head.
That handsome smiling face seemed to put her in a garden full of flowers, everything was so beautiful and wonderful!
"You, you, do you need ice cream? Sir."
The witch stammered.
Just as Sherlock was about to take out Sike from his pocket impatiently, a shout suddenly came from behind him.
"when..."
"Sherlock!"
Sherlock was stunned for a moment, then his face froze immediately.
fxxk!
The name is still called, not the last name!
There are acquaintances!
He responded very quickly, and immediately put away the smile that captivated witch fans like a Sichuan opera, and returned to indifference and inhumanity.
"No, I don't need it."
Sherlock said goodbye to his tomato scrambled egg ice cream with tears in his heart and bluntly rejected the witch.
Then, he turned to look at the group that called his name.
Yes, it's a group of people.
There were a dozen people, tall, short, fat and thin, and most of them were children.
At a glance, Sherlock recognized Harry Potter, who was inconspicuous among the group of people, and the "Tool Man" family who had just helped him enter the streets of Diagon Alley.
It was a red-haired middle-aged wizard who called out Sherlock's name. He looked at Sherlock with a look of joy and excitement, as if he had seen his long-lost relatives.
After seeing these people clearly, Sherlock's heart suddenly fell to the bottom.
Harry Potter, a little girl with Muggle parents, a family with a bunch of kids, all with red hair.
Even if he doesn't know the plot of the original book, he can still recognize who this group of people is.
The Weasleys and the Grangers!
And the wizard who looked like he saw his long-lost son should be the master of the Weasley family.
Sherlock can't remember his name, but he could also be called Mr. Weasley.
Seeing Sherlock's face, Mr. Weasley was more excited, and beside him was a middle-aged witch who was even more excited than him.
Mrs. Weasley had a surprised smile on her face, and there were even tears in her eyes.
She stepped forward and grabbed Sherlock's hand.
"Son! You're finally willing to come out. Do you know that we haven't seen you for nearly two years after you left the Ministry of Magic? It's a pleasure, thank Merlin..."
She wiped her tears and said choked up.
"How have you been recently?"
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