This old witch named Mrs. Matthew is a witch who doesn't seem easy to contact.

She has the characteristic long hook nose of most witches in Western animation, her face is full of wrinkles and old spots, and her hair is gray and white.

While greeting Bloom, her eyes were actually always on Sherlock.

Bloom seems to get along well with his mentor, and he doesn't show too much restraint in his words and deeds.

"Teacher, you know that things in the time hall are really busy. Besides, haven't I taken time out today to see you?"

"Hmph, I came here specifically to see me and brought someone I don't know?"

Hearing that their topic had already talked about himself, Sherlock was no longer silent and introduced himself.

"Good morning, Mrs. Matthew, I am Sherlock Forrest, professor of Dark Magic Defense at Hogwarts."

Looking at Sherlock, there was no special expression on Mrs. Matthew's face.

"Oh, Mr. Forrest, although I am an old woman who is not aware of the world, I have certainly heard of your name recently, so what's wrong with you when you come to find an old woman like me?"

The rocking chair under her was shaking gently, but she was holding hot tea in her hand and said polite words, but in fact she didn't want Sherlock and Bloom to sit down, with no intention of entertaining guests.

Bloom's face was a little embarrassed. He knew that his teacher had a weird temper, but he was not as rude as he was completely impolite.

Just as he wanted to speak out to adjust the atmosphere, Sherlock had already spoken before him.

"I would like to ask you about the question about [Shichi]."

Bloom is a typical Ravenclaw, a technical mate. He has been doing research in the Department of Mystery Affairs for many years and is not very familiar with the world.

Mrs. Matthew's attitude is actually expressing her dissatisfaction with Sherlock in some aspects.

Although Sherlock himself is sure that it was the first time he saw this old witch today, and there was absolutely nothing he had offended her before, but in fact, the position she is in is a statement.

Perhaps Mrs. Matthew had a good relationship with Sclinger in the Ministry of Magic, or perhaps she had a good personal relationship with a pure blood family who was arrested for Sherlock, so there must be many reasons.

So Sherlock didn't want to make any remedies now. He went straight to the point and probably knew what her attitude was.

Mrs. Matthew's voice was still in that faint tone.

"【Shi Chin】? There are really not many people who are still paying attention to this now. What aspects do you want to know?"

"I want to know, if this kind of thing is absorbed by the human body, is there any possibility of taking it out?"

"Human body absorbs? Ha."

Mrs. Matthew chuckled, and she put down the teacup in her hand, as if she had discovered something extraordinary.

"This is not a simple question. Anyone who has a little research on time knows that [Shichi] has no shape. Unless a special method is used, normal wizards cannot even touch it."

Her words made Sherlock hear other meanings, and his eyes when he looked at Mrs. Matthew became a little brighter.

"It's not a simple question, it means you've ever encountered it?"

Mrs. Matthew held up the teacup expressionless again and took a sip.

"Do you ask me about this? Is this related to the fight against the mysterious people and the Death Eaters?"

Sherlock didn't lie, he said calmly.

"It doesn't matter, it's just a personal matter about me."

"Please go back," said Mrs. Matthew without any mercy. "If it is related to confronting the mysterious man, I don't mind giving up some things and providing some help to you, but since it's your private matter, I don't need to take care of it."

Bloom, who was beside him, suddenly became a little anxious.

"Teacher, you and Mr. Forrest shouldn't have a holiday? Why can't you help him?"

Sherlock didn't say anything, he really wanted to know the reason.

Mrs. Matthew sneered.

"He did not celebrate any holiday with me, but that old Dumbledore had a holiday with me. From a big standpoint, I may not care about some of my previous personal grievances, but since it was a private matter of Dumbledore's professor, what other benefits could I do besides making things difficult for myself?"

Bloom wanted to say something, but Mrs. Matthew interrupted him before he could open his mouth.

"I think your job is not busy enough. Mel, I'll help with everything. When I have time, I'll write to Old Jones. Has the Department of Mystery Affairs been so lazy now?"

Until now, Sherlock realized why he had never seen this old witch, but he had been disliked since entering the door.

The reason is actually Dumbledore.

Nowadays, anyone who reads the news knows that Sherlock is treated as a successor by Dumbledore. The two of them are just changing their name to Sherlock Dumbledore.

If you had had a grudge against Dumbledore, it would be normal to hate Wu and Wu now.

Sherlock glanced at Mrs. Matthew deeply and finally thanked her.

"Thank you for your hospitality today, madam, since you don't welcome me, I'll leave first."

Mrs. Matthew did not express any of his farewell, and as if she had not heard what he said, she was still drinking her own tea quietly on the recliner.

Bloom also said goodbye to the old witch in a muffled voice, and followed Sherlock and planned to leave with him.

When they walked to the door, Bloom apologized.

"Sorry, Mr. Forrest, my teacher's personality is a bit strange. I'll persuade her later."

Sherlock was not very depressed, and he also comforted Bloom in turn.

"I'm already very troubled to you today. Ms. Matthew has a prejudice against me. When I go back and ask about things clearly from Dumbledore, there will be a chance to come again in the future."

Just as he said this, before his hand reached the wooden door in the yard, someone pushed the door open, and walked in outside the door.

The person entering the door was a middle-aged witch. He looked fierce and had a narrow scar on his face. He looked like he was not a character who was easy to mess with.

Sherlock frowned the moment he saw him.

He felt that the time for the wizard to enter the door was a little wrong, because he did not always have the habit of wasting physical energy, so Sherlock did not know when he came and whether he had heard their conversation.

And just as Sherlock frowned, the male witch suddenly grabbed his arm!
Chapter completed!