If you have money, you can do whatever you want.

Even in the magic world, this sentence can be valid as long as the society is stable.

For example, Draco Malfoy.

Last year, Harry showed his extraordinary Quidditch talent in flight class, so Professor McGonagall specially recruited him into the Gryffindor team, becoming the youngest finder in Hogwarts in a century.

This made Malfoy, who had not gained Harry's friendship on the train that had just arrived in Hogwarts, feel jealous beyond recognition.

So when he was in the second grade, he felt that his Quidditch level was not enough to join the Slytherin team, and begged his father to activate his "money ability".

Slytherin's team donated seven new brooms in private name, allowing Snape to mention Malfoy to the team's position as the team's goalkeeper.

Of course, Malfoy, who was proud and satisfied, had to find some time to show off in front of Harry.

This morning was the perfect time.

But his show-off did not work very well.

Harry's friend, Hermione, a girl from the Muggle family, said sharply that Malfoy was able to join the Quidditch team entirely by his father's wealth, not his own strength.

This made him unable to help but curse the extremely ugly dirty word.

"No one asked you, you are a stinky little mud breed!"

Suddenly, all the people around who knew the meaning of this word changed their expressions.

Ron couldn't help it on the spot and angrily pulled out his wand and pointed it at Malfoy with a spell.

However, he forgot that his wand was broken. Not only did the spell not hit Malfoy, he was affected and became a laughing stock on the field.

When Malfoy cursed that sentence to Hermione, Sherlock quietly came behind the students.

Seeing Ron being hit by his own spell, he walked in from behind the crowd.

"Excellent snot curse Weasley, if you use this effect in my class, I'll add five points to Gryffindor."

Sherlock's cold voice immediately calmed everyone on the field.

As soon as he finished speaking, he stretched out his wand and used an advanced universal curse to Ron, saving him from the dilemma of constantly vomiting slugs.

Then he turned his gaze to Malfoy.

To be honest, he knew that this child was not very bad by nature, but the wrong family education turned him into a typical naughty child.

Unfortunately, Sherlock hates naughty kids the most.

"Slytherin deducts twenty, Mr. Malfoy, you will clean all the boys' toilets in the castle in the next week. Professor Snape will know about this. I will tell him in person when I will supper today."

Sherlock's voice was very cold, and his eyes seemed to be able to freeze people into ice.

Malfoy just looked at him and subconsciously moved his eyes elsewhere.

He looked very frustrated, but he couldn't do anything to Sherlock, and he ended up leaving the Quidditch field with a gloomy face with the Slytherin team.

Sherlock is not a native wizard in the magic world, and he can't quite understand how much harm the word "mud breed" among wizards will be to those wizards who come from Muggle families.

But he knew that the meaning of Malfoy's words to Hermione was the same as the discriminatory meaning of the old lady on the bus with a sky-brow pattern saying "The smelly people from other places are coming to beg for xx" and "There are two people in the country who are here to beg for food."

The hateful that aunt was, Malfoy's behavior was now so disgusting.

Harry and the others were naturally cheering for the "justice ruling" after Sherlock appeared.

Ron blushed, and he was still immersed in Sherlock's praise for him, stammering thanks.

"Thank you, Professor Forrest."

Sherlock only left them a cold and handsome back.

"The weather is good today, I wish you all a great time on the stadium."

The girls of the Gryffindor team looked at him leaving with fascination.

"I would have liked to marry Professor Forrest after graduation." batsman Alia murmured to herself.

Chaser Angelina laughed.

"You are thinking about these things just in the fourth grade. Even if you have the opportunity to marry Professor Forrest, I will be the first. After all, I will graduate next year!"

"Hmph, when you graduate, you won't see Professor Forrest, but I can see him in school every day!"

They had an internal strife for whom sherlock had a better chance of getting, and captain Wood just wanted to train quickly at this time. He couldn't wait to win this year's Quidditch championship.

However, just as they were about to get on the broom and return to the sky above the court, dark clouds suddenly enveloped the originally clear sky.

A dazzling lightning flashed over Harry and the others' heads, and then the bean-sized raindrops dripped down, pouring their clothes and their mood for practicing the ball that was just right.

Wood was wailing at the sky, telling the strange weather.

Harry wiped the rain from his face and muffled to himself.

"Professor Forrest just now wished us a happy time."

......

The conflict on the court is just a small episode today for Sherlock.

He passed through Hogwarts Castle from Quidditch Stadium and was about to go out from the main entrance to Hogsmeade when it suddenly started to rain heavily.

He has not been used to the ever-changing weather in Britain yet.

Fortunately, the convenience of magic can be reflected in all aspects of life.

Sherlock found a used broom from the utility room on the first floor, waved his wand to turn it into a wide umbrella, and at the same time used a waterproof and moisture-proof spell on his robe.

Holding up the big umbrella, he slowly walked into the rain curtain.

The summer rain will make the air fresher and the temperature will be more suitable, making it very suitable for going out with an umbrella.

Although it was his first time to go to Hogsmeade, he was very familiar with it.

This credit is naturally attributed to the map of the living spots seized from the Weasley twins.

That map was so useful, Sherlock had to admire the exquisite ideas and creativity of the people who made this map.

Because it was not time for senior student Hogsmeade Week, and the sudden heavy rain caused not many pedestrians in this wizard town.

Walking along the main road, Sherlock easily found the three broom bar that Professor McGonagall mentioned.

He pushed open the main entrance of the bar, and a warm feeling emerged from it with a sweet smell.

Under the soft orange light, wizards in groups of three or three were sitting at the small round table drinking and chatting. After Sherlock entered the door, a familiar voice greeted him.
Chapter completed!