Chapter 389 Teacher Tony

Budley Barberton Village.

This small village in Wiltshire has never had much contact with the outside world.

In the center of the village is a yard that looks abandoned, with an ancient war monument in the center and several benches for villagers who come here to rest in their spare time.

Tony is a permanent resident of Badley Barberton Village.

His ancestors were barbers in this small village, and he himself was no exception. Because he opened the only barber shop in the village, coupled with superb skills and eloquence, he has always been called Teacher Tony.

Teacher Tony is considered to have a small family background in such a small village. He not only runs a barber shop, but also has two properties passed down from his ancestors.

Such a rich family background can't help but make him look much higher, and he disdains girls of the same age in the village.

He always thinks that he should find time to go to the big city to cast a net and fish, and those beautiful and fashionable urban beauties are more worthy of his status.

Today is the weekend. Teacher Tony always takes a day off on this day, because he has a monopoly on the right to cut hair in the village, and he has the capital to rest whenever he wants.

But before he walked out of his house, wanting to stroll around the war memorial and imagine his dream of going to a big city to continue to be Teacher Tony in the future, he suddenly froze by the road.

His eyes were like a small sampan sucked by a whirlpool in the sea, staring at one direction firmly.

There was a young-looking man and woman walking together.

Teacher Tony is not a gay. Although he admits that the man is also handsome and extraordinary, even a little better than him, in terms of attraction, he can never compare to the silver-haired girl who walks beside him with his arm around him.

That beautiful figure is like the most perfect masterpiece of God. Just looking at it from a distance is so fascinating.

Teacher Tony feels that he has found true love.

Feeling that his heart had been captured, he completely ignored the men around the silver-haired girl. He felt that he had to be bolder and go up to confess bravely.

In fact, it was not just him. On the way that Silk and Sherlock came, all the men who saw Silk did not perform much better than Tony.

She had half of the veela bloodline, and she could usually suppress the natural charm, but it was only for wizards, and Muggles had no good way.

Just when Teacher Tony was about to let go of his posture, his brain was turning rapidly, trying to organize words to confess.

He was surprised to find that Silk was walking towards him.

In fact, Sherlock and Silk were walking towards him together, but in his eyes, there was no trace of Sherlock at all.

"Mr. Tony Barberton?"

Sherlock squinted his eyes and looked at the blushing, excited Muggle in front of him, and called out his name.

And the next second after he opened his mouth, Teacher Tony seemed to become a human being. The excitement retreated as if being poured with cold water, and his red face calmed down again, and then he said seriously.

"I am Tony."

"Is No. 31 your residence?"

"It is my house, but I don't live there now. An old man rented it out."

The arrogant Teacher Tony was very well-behaved, and faced Sherlock's questions with all his heart.

Sherlock's tone was still so flat.

"Oh, that's great, can you please lend me the key to Room 31? I can return it to you soon."

"You can use it at will."

After he made the request, Tony took out a key from his pocket without hesitation and handed it to him, as if he had not met Sherlock for the first time today.

"Thank you for your generosity, and goodbye first."

After taking the key, Sherlock turned around and left with Silk, walking towards the center of the village.

After they left, Tony seemed to have just woken up from a dream, scratching his flamingo-like hair in confusion.

"What did I want to do when I went out?"

At this time, Sherlock and Silk had found room 31 together.

"Did you use the Imperius Curse on that Muggle just now?" Silk asked worriedly.

Sherlock shrugged.

"Why do you think I'm so bad? That's just another variant of Legilimency. I've used this spell a lot these days and summed up some experience. This Muggle was lucky to experience it. It won't violate the magic law."

Silk certainly didn't care whether Sherlock violated the magic law. She was just worried that if Sherlock used the Unforgivable Curse, it would have a bad effect on him.

When they came to the door of room 31, it looked no different from other houses in the village.

It was just a very ordinary Muggle house. If they hadn't received the news in advance, no one would have thought that a wizard would live in it.

Sherlock didn't stop. He walked to the door and inserted the key into the lock, then opened the door.

The room was quiet, as if no one was there.

But there was a cup of steaming hot tea on the dining table in the living room, and it was obvious that someone had just been sitting at the table drinking tea.

Sherlock didn't say anything. He directly spread out his control area, and soon looked at an ordinary chair next to the dining table.

"Professor Slughorn, do you still have to hide even if I come?"

He looked at the chair and asked with a smile.

But even if he spoke, the chair still didn't respond. It wasn't until a few seconds passed that Sherlock still didn't look away. After realizing that he wasn't deceiving him, the chair twisted for a while, and then a fat man, An old man with a walrus-like beard appeared in front of Sherlock and Silk.

"Ah, it turns out to be Sherlock. How did you know that I live here? Come on, come and sit down first. And this beautiful lady, please sit down."

Slughorn acted as if he hadn't been avoiding Sherlock just now. He warmly invited the two of them to sit down and poured them tea himself.

"You are now famous in the magical world. In the past few months, I have seen news about you almost every day. Sherlock, I am really happy. You have lived up to your mother's expectations for you. "

He seemed to deliberately take the topic into his own hands, and continued to ask without giving Sherlock the slightest chance to speak first.

"Who is this beautiful lady next to you?"