I’m Only A Defense Against The Dark Arts Professor

Chapter 99: Going Out For a Relaxation

While they were in the car, Sherlock took the initiative to ask, “How is his condition?”

The butler sitting in front said with a smile, “His condition has improved. Although there will always be professional medical staff to take care of him, at least it will not be as life-threatening as before.”

Sherlock nodded slightly. Rich people don’t die so easily, especially in a country like the UK.

The butler glanced at Sherlock hesitantly and asked carefully, “Master, how is your memory?”

“I can already remember several things.”

“Are you going to see the master this time and agree to his request?”

Sherlock didn’t answer but said softly, “Let’s talk about it when we meet.”

The butler did not ask more, but he could also see from Sherlock’s attitude that he didn’t seem to have any intention of fulfilling the promise to his father, so he could only sigh. The car drove all the way from Devonshire to a private hospital in London, and the butler took Sherlock into a small building in the corner of the hospital.

This three-storey villa, three times bigger than where Sherlock lived, was the private ward where the Duke of Devonshire lived. They walked up to the second floor, where Sherlock’s father lived in the master bedroom, and the third floor, where the paramedics looked after him 24 hours.

The butler took Sherlock to the door of the room, stood outside the door, and let him inside alone. Sherlock didn’t hesitate and pushed open the door directly.

The room was big enough to be the living room of Sherlock’s house, but after entering the door, his eyes fell on the withered man lying on the hospital bed.

Victor William Spencer Cavendish, 11th Duke of Devonshire. He didn’t look very old but was terribly pale. The skin pressed tightly against the bones as if there were no muscles in between.

Even if he has become like this, you can still see his appearance. If it wasn’t for the illness that became the way he is now, he would still be a good-looking man. The original Sherlock’s appearance is a little more like his father.

Victor saw Sherlock come in, and they looked at each other without speaking first.

After about ten seconds, the man lying on the bed opened his mouth first, “A year ago, I heard that you accidentally fell from the second floor and lost your memory?”

Sherlock nodded, “Some things were forgotten at that time, but some things were not forgotten.”

“I asked Brad to send you that letter. It has been a whole year, and you didn’t come to me until today?” Victor’s tone was firm.

Brad was the name of the butler. Sherlock didn’t hide it and told the truth, “Hogwarts approved my application for a position there, and I went there as a teacher for a year.”

After hearing what Sherlock said, Victor’s face suddenly turned sour. He seemed to be squeezing out from his teeth one tone after another, “You played with those wizards again?”

Sherlock frowned, realizing that Victor’s reaction was more violent than he had imagined, “I’m a wizard myself, and my mother…”

“Shut it, don’t talk about her in front of me.” Victor was furious and began to cough violently, and soon, the butler named Brad rushed into the room with the doctor.

“Go away! He won’t inherit my stuff for the rest of his life! Go and hang out with those weirdos, and never show up in front of me again!”

Brad grabbed Sherlock’s arm and persuaded him to leave the room.

Outside, Brad sighed, “Master, you haven’t seen each other for several years. You shouldn’t provoke him like this as soon as you meet.”

Sherlock looked at Brad and asked with a frown, “Did my father also hate my mother before?”

Brad shook his head: “It wasn’t like this before. At that time, your grandfather hadn’t passed away. When he was still young, he ran home excitedly and said that he had found true love. Your grandfather asked him to take that girl home, and he said the person he liked was not willing to be restricted in this kind of lifestyle.”

His eyes were full of memories, and he said with emotion, “I still clearly remember how happy he was at the time. He said that the girl had big ambitions and that they were going to do something big in another place. He disappeared from home for a few years, and when he came back, he was like a different person.”

“He inherited your grandfather’s title and will. No one is allowed to mention his past. He has become temperamental, likes to be alone, and tortures himself in pain.”

He sighed, “Later, his condition got worse. Only then did we know that he still has a son like you.”

Sherlock’s brows furrowed deeper, and from Brad’s words, he seemed to have heard some inside information about the past.

“Give him some time to recover, Master.” Brad advised him, “Don’t provoke him. His condition has begun to improve. You can talk about it when he is in better condition.”

Sherlock nodded. He came here to find out what the original Sherlokc’s father’s attitude towards wizards was. At present, his attitude is clear.

Sherlock declined Brad’s offer to drive him back, walked out of the hospital alone, and walked aimlessly on the streets of London. Although Sherlock is not the real son of the original Sherlock’s parents, he can now understand why the original Sherlock has such a dejected personality.

A mother who constantly abused him and a father who hated the thing he loved. Neither of them even took the responsibility of raising him.

Sherlock shook his head and smiled. He was quite pitiful for the original Sherlock. In such a family environment, he did not turn badly, and it is extremely rare to grow in a good direction.

No wonder the Weasleys, Kingsley, and Professor McGonagall would care so much for him.

Finding an alley, Sherlock used Apparition and returned directly to his study room.

He sat in a chair and stared at the portrait covered in red cloth for a while. When he came back to his senses, he blinked at the portrait, and the red silk cloth flew from the portrait.

Sherlock spoke first before she said anything, “I’m going to go out and relax.”

Sally was suddenly stunned. She seemed to have no idea that Sherlock would suddenly say this.

But Sherlock didn’t care about her reaction; he said, “Things are not going well, and it makes me feel bad right now. Going out for a few days might help that feeling.”

“You still want to hang out there? Disgusting!” As soon as Sally came back to her senses and her scolding started, Sherlock covered the portrait again.

He stretched out and stood up from the chair, hooked his fingers lightly at his drawer. The drawer opened by itself, and two letters flew out and slipped into Sherlock’s pocket.

He walked out of the study room, opened the bedroom door by himself, folded a few changes of clothes and daily necessities by himself, and flew into the suitcase.

As Sherlock walked to the living room, the suitcase floated towards the door, waiting for him to pick it up. Sherlock was not wearing a wizard robe but a regular summer dress in the Muggle world.

When everything was ready, he pushed open the door and walked towards 4 Privet Drive.

In the place where the famous Harry Potter in the wizarding world lives.

Harry’s uncle, Vernon Dursley, answered the phone in a muttered voice.

“Yes, it’s Vernon Dursley.”

Harry happened to be in the room at this time and was stunned when he heard Ron’s voice.

“Can you hear me? I’m looking for Harry Potter!” Ron shouted so hard that Uncle Vernon was startled by it.

“Who are you?” he yelled in the direction of the receiver.

“Ron Weasley!” Ron shouted back, as if shouting to Uncle Vernon on the other side of the football field, “I’m a friend from Harry’s school!”

Uncle Vernon’s eyes turned to Harry.

“There’s no Harry Potter here!” He yelled, “I don’t know what school you’re talking about! Never call me again. You hear that, little bastard?”

He threw the receiver back on the telephone. He turned his furious gaze on Harry.

“How dare you give your phone number to others?!” Uncle Vernon shouted.

Ron clearly causes trouble for Harry, but Harry doesn’t care. He was already used to the way the Dursleys treated him.

At Hogwarts, he cracked the Chamber of Secrets incident and defeated the Basilisk, but none of these things were as bad as dealing with the Dursleys.

“Go wash our laundry. We give you food and clothing. I won’t be giving you one if you don’t do anything here.”

Harry nodded, “Yes, sir. I will do them now.”

Just as he was about to wash the Dursleys’ socks, a doorbell rang suddenly.