"So Tracy, can I call you that?"

"Of course, sir."

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

"No problem, Sherlock."

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

The little girl now looks like she is in the dental change period. When she speaks, the missing front teeth are "hissing" and air leaking.

However, this not only did not make her words difficult to hear clearly, but instead added some cuteness.

"Where is this big brother?"

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

Sherlock did not speak out to Tidraco to introduce himself, but turned to him with Tracy's eyes. Such a gaze made Draco, who had no intention of paying attention to the girl, only said hard.

“Draco Malfoy.”

"You look very much like Beach," Tracy said seriously.

"Is Beachy your friend?" Sherlock asked.

Draco also left her arrogantly and disgusted, as if she had suffered some shame when she was said by a girl.

Tracy shook her head.

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

This "it" made Sherlock and Draco slightly stunned, and then Tracy pointed to a window that was rising to the sun.

"Look, that's Beachy, it's not cute at all."

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

Sherlock immediately laughed so hard that he fell back and Draco's face turned dark in an instant.

Looking at Sherlock and laughed, Tracy's face also had a silly smile.

Only Draco was holding his breath and couldn't get into anger. If Sherlock hadn't made three decisions with him before entering the door, if Tracy was a student at Hogwarts, Master Malfoy would have raised his wand to point it at her and rewarded her with a curse.

There were still some scattered branches in front of Cuixi. Other children of her age around her had already started to weave flower baskets as if they were decent, but Cuixi had never taken action.

"When Sister Hailey was teaching me, I was watching Beech yawn, so I didn't learn how to make it up." The little girl said 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 a chance to mock him back.

He sneered.

"Because you are a stupid child, only stupid children will not pay attention to listening when the teacher teaches things, which will lead to the inability to complete their homework in the end."

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

After being stared at her like this for a long time, Draco's face was a little uneasy, and he said with a bad attitude.

"What do you think I'm doing?"

Tracy tilted her head.

"Is Draco a stupid kid?"

Draco seemed a little furious when he heard her name.

"Call me Mr. Malfoy!"

"Is Mr. Malfoy a stupid kid?" Tracy asked in confusion instead of talking about the name.

"Of course I'm not! I'm Huo... an excellent student in the school, and he's at the forefront of the grade every time he takes the exam!"

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

But Tracy said with a serious face.

"But learning 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 child by weaving a flower basket."

Draco was just a sarcastic statement for such a childish statement.

"It's really a frog in the well. It's because you don't even know what the real world looks like that you can get a sense of accomplishment in making flower baskets."

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

"Who said I can't!"

Draco seemed to be angry by Tracy's regretful tone. He grabbed the branches in front of Tracy in his hand. Although his techniques were unfamiliar, they were clearly weaved.

As the eldest young master who was born with a golden spoon in his mouth, Draco certainly could not make such a gadget that only Muggles can be used to exercise his skills in handicrafts.

But just now when Sherlock was chatting with Tracy, he didn't want to demote himself and participated. He looked at the children next to him clumsyly for a while. Such handicrafts were not difficult, but this made Della scientific.

Looking at the interaction between the two, Sherlock never made any sound, but looked at Draco who had not yet noticed falling into Tracy's "trap", and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

This little girl is actually not as stupid as she smiles. Her smiling face without front teeth is the smartest and weirdest disguise.

This provocation method naturally seemed clumsy in the eyes of adults, but he played with the poor Draco in his palm.

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

Sherlock didn't say anything to expose her, but just reached out and touched her hair.

In order to prove that he was not confused about what he said or what Tracy said, he weaved the flower basket perfectly, much more beautiful than other children around him.

Finally, after he put the finished product on Tracy's table, there was no arrogance on his face, but only disdain.

Just to make a flower basket. If Master Malfoy can feel proud of this level, he will lose his value.

Tracy was also not stingy with her own amazement.

"Mr. Malfoy is so amazing, he can make it so beautiful!"

"snort."

Draco just snorted coldly, raised his head and said nothing.

At this time, Haili, who checked the works of the older children from the back row, came to them with the collected homework.

She was surprised at the flower basket placed in front of Tracy.

"It's really good, Tracy."

Tracy smiled with a lack of front teeth and said with a smile.

"It's all Mr. Malfoy's credit."

Haley nodded to Draco with a smile and expressed her gratitude.

She still thought Draco just seemed to be difficult to get along with, but in fact she was a boy with a cold face. She helped her to help and guide her to wove the flower basket together with Cuisine.

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

He stared at Tracy with a gloomy face.

"You set a trap for me!"

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

"Does Mr. Malfoy want a condom? But Tracy doesn't."

Seeing her look, Draco began to hesitate again.

He thought it was because he was thinking too much, after all, how could such a young child deceive him?

In the end, he could only withdraw his suspicious gaze and continue to maintain that arrogant attitude.

Sherlock finally couldn't hold back his smile from the side. He rubbed Tracy's hair and then pulled Draco's arm.

"Okay, we'll see you later, Tracy, now we're asking for helping Mrs. Chris prepare lunch."

The little girl waved her hands politely at them, while Sherlock led Draco to the direction of the kitchen.

After helping Mrs. Chris and Haley to call the children at noon, Sherlock and Draco helped clean up the snow in the yard a few days ago during the afternoon lunch break.

Because they could not use magic, they spent an afternoon cleaning the yard.

Although Draco performed ten million times during this period, he was not lazy and cleaned up all the snow with Sherlock.

They worked until the evening before they finished their volunteer work.

Before leaving from the orphanage, Mrs. Chris selected two flower baskets from the children's morning handicrafts for them to commemorate.

And what Draco got happened to be the one he woven himself today.

In order to facilitate the use of Phantom Transfer, Sherlock took Draco to find a place that was rarely visited.

"How did you feel today?" Sherlock asked while walking on the road.

Draco looked cold and said, "It's so bad."

"But these kids are not as low-level and stupid as you think, aren't they?" Sherlock said with a smile. "Trissy is ten years younger than you. She still coaxes you and asks you to help her complete her manual work."

Hearing Sherlock's words, Draco looked shocked, and then his face became furious.

"She is really lying to me!"
To be continued...