Chapter 10: Using Her Family As A Tool
Chapter 10: Using Her Family As A Tool
It was one of the busiest places in London.
The crowd came and went here, dressed in robes that were out of touch with modern society. A slender and thin young man was standing on the side of the road, reading the address he had copied from the book in his hand.
Facing the countless strange gazes around him looking at him, Sherlock didn’t care at all. Although he didn’t look to stand out the most, he was thick-skinned enough that he could ignore those strange gazes.
The address of the Leaky Cauldron can be found in the normal world.
In the direction Sherlock faces, a dilapidated bar is very out of tune with the surrounding modern shops. It’s just that passersby on the street didn’t seem to notice this bar, which piqued Sherlock’s interest and didn’t even pay attention to its direction.
After more than a month of studying at home, Sherlock understands most of the basic magic in the wizarding world. What makes ordinary people ignore this bar is obviously the Muggle Repelling Charm that wizards use to conceal it.
This kind of spell only works for Muggles, and Sherlock, a wizard, can clearly see the Leaky Cauldron’s door.
However, going out from home was a risky move for Sherlock. He knows nothing about the original Sherlock’s social interactions with the wizarding world. He might get exposed if he encounters any acquaintances in the Leaky Cauldron or Diagon Alley.
But this trip to Diagon Alley was unavoidable. He not only has to buy all kinds of daily necessities to go to Hogwarts but also goes to the original Sherlock’s vault in Gringotts to get some money out.
Even if he knew there was a risk, Sherlock had to take the risk and get out of the house. Besides, this is something he will have to face sooner or later.
Fortunately, the original Sherlock’s character is a bit anti-social, and the possibility of encountering such people is small.
After a moment, he crossed the road, and Sherlock walked into the Leaky Cauldron.
There were old wooden tables and chairs, bar doors with squeaking noises, primitive fireplaces made of bricks, and candle chandeliers that made Sherlock feel that he just traveled in time from a modern world to medieval times.
In here, his clothes are not weird either.
Most of the guests in the bar were dressed like him, and there were even a few old witches with exaggerated, oversized, pointed hats on their heads. They would definitely be seen weirdly by Muggles whenever they went out.
Sherlock’s arrival did not cause much reaction in the Leaky Cauldron. Most of the wizards who were drinking didn’t even look at him. Only Tom, the owner of this place, was paying attention to Sherlock when he entered the door.
“Aha, a new face; what can I get you?”
Even though no one knew the original Sherlock at all, Sherlock always pretended to have that cold expression.
“Butterbeer, thank you.” He asked for a drink with a beer in its name but not beer and sat down on an empty table in the corner.
Soon, Tom brought the butterbeer to him. Sherlock had an attitude of keeping away from strangers, so he didn’t talk much.
Sherlock took a light sip of the drink. The sweet taste is a little greasy, not quite to his taste. After only one sip, he put the glass aside, sat at the table, and waited quietly.
It’s not that Sherlock doesn’t want to enter Diagon Alley directly through the Leaky Cauldron, but he simply doesn’t know how to do so.
He found the Leaky Cauldron. He also remembered that the entrance to Diagon Alley was in front of a wall in the bar’s backyard.
He needs to tap his wand against a brick on the wall, and the entrance will be opened.
But which brick is the correct one?
Even if such specific details were mentioned in the book, it was impossible for him to remember them. Of course, he can tap brick by brick to guess the correct combination.
But it would be embarrassing if other wizards came over when he did that. He was afraid that he would be suspected of being a Muggle who tried to sneak into the wizarding world.
He needs to get into Diagon Alley in another way.
He sat on the chair for about fifteen minutes. A couple who seemed to be shopping for their children’s school supplies for the new semester took their daughter into the Leaky Cauldron.
The couple did not dress like wizards but more like Muggles in modern society. However, there is a daughter with fluffy curly hair; she has a wand in her hand, showing that she is a wizard.
The family didn’t stop at the Leaky Cauldron Bar and went straight through the backyard.
Seeing this, Sherlock immediately stood up from his seat and took out a few coins from his pocket. He grabbed a few Knuts that he got from the study room, placed them on the table, and paid for the drinks.
When he walked to the bar’s backyard, the little girl’s family was standing by the wall counting the bricks.
“Do you remember which piece it was?”
“Of course, I remember! How could I forget such an important thing, Mom?”
The girl held her head up and started counting.
“It’s three up and two across here. Yes, that’s it!” She whispered, took out her wand, and tapped at the determined brick.
The brick she had knocked on trembled and began to move, and a small hole appeared in the middle. The opening became bigger and bigger. A wide archway appeared in front of them, leading to a winding, unseen end of a bustling street.
Sherlock was behind them, watched the whole process in his eyes, and clearly remembered the position of the brick that the little girl tapped.
He passed over this family.
“Sorry, coming through.”
The little girl’s family did not realize that Sherlock had used them.
This is the second time they have come to Diagon Alley, and they are still amazed by everything there.
Sherlock still maintained his cold personality and walked along the straight in the middle of Diagon Alley to Gringotts, which also led to him hearing the conversation of the little girl behind him.
“Where shall we go first? Hermione.”
“I promised Harry, Ron, and the others to meet at Diagon Alley today, so we have to wait for them at Gringotts first.”