Chapter 402 Poor Draco Is Being Played Around With

"Then Tracy, can I call you that?"

"Of course, sir."

"In exchange, you don't have to call me sir, just call me Sherlock."

"No problem, Sherlock."

In less than two minutes, Sherlock started chatting with the girl named Tracy.

The little girl now seems to be in the teething period. When she speaks, the gap between her missing front teeth is "hissing" and leaking air.

But this not only does not make her words unclear, but adds some cuteness.

"Where is this big brother?"

She tilted her head and looked at Draco, as if she was very interested in him.

Sherlock did not speak to introduce Draco, but turned his eyes to him with Tracy's eyes. Such a gaze made Draco, who originally had no intention of paying attention to the girl, speak stiffly.

"Draco? Malfoy."

"You look a lot like Bicchi." Tracy said seriously.

"Is Bicchi your friend?" Sherlock asked.

Draco also looked at her arrogantly and disdainfully, as if he was humiliated by the girl's words.

Tracy shook her head.

"No, Biqi is not my friend. It never wants to play with us. Only Granny Chris can touch it."

This "it" made Sherlock and Draco slightly stunned, and then Tracy pointed to a window facing the sun and said.

"Look, that's Biqi. It's not cute at all."

On the windowsill pointed by the little girl, there was a British blue cat lying there. It looked lazy in the sun, and occasionally turned its head to look at the children in the classroom with disdain and contempt. It was really similar to Draco's eyes!

Sherlock laughed so hard that he fell backwards, and Draco's face darkened instantly.

Seeing Sherlock laughing, Tracy's face also overflowed with a silly smile.

Only Draco was so angry that he couldn't vent. If Sherlock hadn't made three rules with him before entering the door, if Tracy was a student in Hogwarts, Master Malfoy would have raised his wand to her and cursed her.

There were some scattered branches in front of Tracy. The other children of the same age around her had already started to weave flower baskets in a proper manner, but Tracy had not started.

"When Sister Haley was teaching just now, I was watching Beech yawning, so I didn't learn how to weave." The little girl said a little embarrassedly.

Although Sherlock had warned him not to use magic or lose his temper in front of these Muggle children, Draco now thought he had found an opportunity to taunt them back.

He sneered.

"Because you are a stupid child, only stupid children will not pay attention when the teacher is teaching, and end up not completing their homework."

He seemed to be looking forward to seeing Tracy's expression of grievance and crying through these words, but in fact, after listening to Draco's sarcasm, the little girl just blinked and stared at him.

After being stared at by her for a long time, Draco felt a little embarrassed, and he said in a bad attitude.

"Why are you looking at me?"

Tracy tilted her head.

"Is Draco a stupid kid?"

Hearing her address,

Draco seemed a little exasperated.

"Call me Mr. Malfoy!"

"Is Mr. Malfoy a stupid kid?" Tracy did not dwell on the address, but asked in confusion.

"Of course I'm not! I'm an excellent student in the H... school, and I'm always at the top of the class in every exam!"

He did not lie about his grades, and Sherlock, as a professor, could testify to this.

But Tracy said it with a serious face.

"But studying is different from weaving a flower basket. Weaving a flower basket is a very difficult thing. Mr. Malfoy may not be able to prove that he is not a stupid kid by weaving a flower basket."

Draco just ridiculed such a childish statement.

"You are such a frog in a well. It is because you don't know what the real world looks like that you can feel a sense of accomplishment in weaving flower baskets."

"But Mr. Malfoy can't weave flower baskets either?"

"Who said I can't!"

Draco seemed to be irritated by Tracy's regretful tone. He grabbed the branches in front of Tracy in his hands. Although his technique was unfamiliar, he weaved them in a clear and orderly manner.

As a young master born with a silver spoon in his mouth, Draco certainly couldn't make such a small thing that only Muggles would use to exercise their handicraft skills.

Just now, when Sherlock was chatting with Tracy, he didn't want to lower his status and participate in it. He was bored and watched the children next to him weaving clumsily for a long time. Such handicrafts were not difficult, but just like this, Draco had already learned a lot.

Watching the interaction between the two, Sherlock never said a word, but looked at Draco who had not yet realized that he had fallen into Tracy's "trap", and a smile unconsciously appeared at the corner of his mouth.

This little girl is not as silly as she looks when she smiles. Her smile with missing front teeth is her best disguise for being clever and eccentric.

This provocation naturally looks clumsy in the eyes of adults, but it plays poor Draco in the palm of her hand.

As if she noticed Sherlock's gaze, Tracy raised her head and showed him that slightly funny smile again.

Sherlock had no way to expose her, he just reached out and touched her hair.

In order to prove that he was not so confused that he was the stupid child that Tracy said, he weaved the flower basket perfectly, which was much more beautiful than the other children around him.

After he finally placed the finished product on Tracy's table, there was no arrogance on his face, but just disdain.

It's just a flower basket. If it can make the eldest Malfoy proud, then he has lost his worth too much.

Tracy also did not hesitate to marvel.

"Mr. Malfoy is so amazing, he can actually make it up so beautifully!"

"snort."

Draco just snorted coldly, held his head high and said nothing.

At this time, Haili, who was inspecting the older children's works from the back row, came to them carrying the collected homework.

Tracy was surprised by the flower basket placed in front of her.

"That's a nice piece of writing, Tracey."

Tracey smiled with a missing front tooth and said with a smile.

"This is all Mr. Malfoy's fault."

Hailey smiled and nodded to Draco, expressing his gratitude.

She still thought that Draco just seemed difficult to get along with, but was actually a cold-faced and warm-hearted boy. She and Tracy weaved the flower basket together with her help and guidance.

Hailey took the flower basket and left, and no matter how stupid Draco was, he finally realized something was wrong at this time.

He stared at Tracy angrily with a sullen face.

"You set a trap for me!"

Tracey looked confused. She blinked her big eyes, as if she didn't understand what Draco was saying.

"Mr. Malfoy wants a condom? But Tracey doesn't have one."

Seeing her like this, Draco began to hesitate again.

He wondered if he was simply overthinking it. After all, how could such a young child deceive him?

In the end, he could only retract his suspicious gaze and continue to maintain his arrogant posture.

Sherlock finally couldn't hold back his laughter. He ruffled Tracey's hair, and then took Draco's arm.

"Okay, I'll see you later, Tracey, now we ask to help Mrs. Chris prepare lunch."

The little girl waved to them politely, and Sherlock led Draco towards the kitchen.

After helping Mrs. Chris and Haley deliver lunch to the children at noon, during the afternoon lunch break, Sherlock and Draco helped clear the yard of snow from the previous few days.

Since they couldn't use magic, they spent an entire afternoon cleaning the yard.

Although Draco showed a million dissatisfaction during this period, he did not slack off and worked with Sherlock to clean up all the snow.

They worked until evening before they ended their volunteer work for the day.

Before leaving the orphanage, Mrs. Chris selected two flower baskets from the children's handiwork in the morning and gave them to them as a souvenir.

And what Draco got happened to be the one he had knitted by himself today.

In order to make it easier to use Apparition to leave, Sherlock took Draco away from the orphanage, looking for an inaccessible place.

"How are you feeling today?" Sherlock asked as they walked on the road.

Draco said with a cold face: "It's terrible."

"But these children are not as low-level and stupid as you think, aren't they?" Sherlock said with a smile, "Tracy is a full ten years younger than you, but she still coaxed you to help her complete the handiwork. Operation."

Hearing Sherlock's words, Draco looked shocked, and then his expression turned angry.

"She is really lying to me!"

"As a noble species like a pure-blood wizard, how does it feel to be fooled around by a little girl who is losing her teeth? Draco." Sherlock said with a smile.

Draco looked furious and his face turned red. If it weren't for the fact that Sherlock was right next to him, he might not be able to bear it now and would have to go back to Tracey for revenge.

Of course Sherlock would not give him this chance. After finding a suitable position, he directly grabbed Draco's arm and took him back to the gate of Hogwarts and back to the castle. .

"That's it for today. If you have any questions about your homework in the future, you can continue to come to my office and ask me. And don't forget to think carefully about what I said to you today."

Sherlock and Draco separated in the corridor in front of the castle foyer.

The Slytherin common room was underground. Draco still had a cold face and returned to the dormitory with the flower basket he had woven in his hand.

His roommates, Goyle and Brak, were both away, and it was almost dinner time. According to their habits, they should have gone to the auditorium early to guard the place. `interestingw

Draco raised the flower basket in his hand. When he saw this thing, the scene where he was played around by the child named Tracey in the morning appeared in his mind unconsciously.

This made Draco couldn't help but feel embarrassed. He raised his wand and subconsciously wanted to use a crushing spell to destroy this thing that represented shame.

But just when he was about to recite the spell, Draco accidentally saw a note sandwiched between the branches of the flower basket.

He hesitated for a moment, then finally put down the wand in his hand, reached out and took out the note from the flower basket.

There was only a short sentence on the note, as if the person who wrote it only knew these few words.

[Thank you, Mr. Malfoy. ]

At the end of the thank you, there was a simple cat face.

The disdainful and arrogant look could be recognized as the blue cat Biqi who didn't like to play with children.

Draco stared at the note in his hand, his eyes unblinking, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

In the end, he put the note back into the flower basket, and did not destroy the flower basket, but put it in his desk cabinet.

......

Sherlock just returned to the office and saw the ghost of Gryffindor - Nick, who was almost headless, floating in front of his door, as if waiting for him.

"Sir Nicholas, what do you want to talk to me about?"

When Nick saw Sherlock, his broad face suddenly showed a smile.

Although he was the ghost of Gryffindor, he and Sherlock had always had a good relationship. After all, he liked to hear others call him Sir Nicholas.

"It's not me who wants to see you, Professor Forrest, it's Dumbledore. He asked me to come and see you just after noon today. You're finally back."

Hearing that Dumbledore wanted to see him, Sherlock didn't stop. He just went to the office to change into a wizard robe and then walked towards the principal's office.

He knew very well what Dumbledore had been busy with recently. The only reason he could find him was because he had made new discoveries about the traces of the Horcruxes.

When Sherlock came to the principal's office, Dumbledore was looking down at a document that he didn't know was from the Ministry of Magic or the International Magical Federation. When he saw Sherlock knock on the door and come in, he smiled. uuReading

"Did you take the Malfoy kid out today?"

"I took him to a Muggle orphanage as a volunteer for a day, hoping to give him some thinking. I feel that today's experience should be an unforgettable experience for him."

They didn't talk much about Draco, and soon Dumbledore got to the point.

"As for one of Voldemort's Horcruxes that I found, I have now determined the location."

This is undoubtedly good news.

According to their inference based on Slughorn's memory, there are a total of six Horcruxes made by Voldemort. The three that were paid for have been destroyed, and the remaining ones have basically all been located.

Except for Nashji who has always been by Voldemort's side and has no way to contact him for the time being, which Horcrux hidden in the Room of Requirement can't escape in Hogwarts, and in the end only the one found by Dumbledore is left! Newly provide you with the fastest update of the Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor, Chapter 402 Poor Draco was played in the palm of his hand for free reading.

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