"Teacher! Hogwarts is so fun!"

Martin, who returned to the Forgotten Tomb, said excitedly to Sherlock.

"What exactly is that flashing like a star? And why is that female principal and that guy with messy hair so tall? Is it a giant? And those..."

"stop!"

Sherlock stopped Martin, who was gradually chattering with helplessness.

"In three months you can go to Hogwarts to school, and all your doubts will be answered. What you should do now is to go home, it's already very late."

Martin reacted and turned his head to look at the ancient Western bell lying on the ground.

The huge swing was swaying ticks, and the time above was actually already displayed as nine o'clock in the evening.

"It's almost nine o'clock!!" Martin's voice gradually became sharp, "The last subway train was gone at 90 o'clock..."

As he said that, he began to pack his schoolbag in a panic, but it seemed that because he was too panic, he even touched the books on Sherlock's table and scattered them all over the floor.

Now he became even more panicked and quickly packed up the books scattered on the ground.

“Hey~”

Sherlock sighed helplessly, snapped his fingers lightly, sparks flashing beside Martin, and a space door in the community where Martin is located appeared behind Martin...

Martin raised his schoolbag, stood up, looked at the space door, and looked at Sherlock with stars and said excitedly.

"Teacher, what is this? Can I learn it in the future?!"

"Get in quickly, it's easy to be seen by others." Sherlock urged helplessly.

"Oh," Martin reacted, "then goodbye, teacher, I will come tomorrow."

As he said that, he hurriedly ran into the space door.

The space door gradually closed as he entered...

Sherlock sighed. He finally understood the mood of the Hogwarts teachers when they taught him.

Martin was exactly the same as when he was a child. He was so curious that he had to ask anything...

From the corner of my eyes, I glanced at the desk on one side, and my cell phone was placed on it.

Sherlock, who spent most of his time on magic research, did not have the habit of using his mobile phone.

Even remote communication has communication methods that belong to magicians.

He has been studying at Hogwarts since he was a child and has a small circle. He basically knows magicians, so he doesn't have to use his mobile phone.

This phone was bought when I met Helen. There was only one name on the contact person, that was Helen.

Because of his habits, he did not bring his phone with him. He thought that it would not take much time to take Martin to the world of seeing magic.

But unexpectedly...

The phone is now on the screen, with dozens of missed calls belonging to Helen...

Sherlock had already imagined the next time Helen saw him...

Sherlock stepped forward, slid off the screensaver, and turned on the phone book. After seeing the records on the phone book, his breathing was slightly trembling.

For Sherlock at this moment, the most terrifying thing in the world is not the missed phone call, but the fact that there are several connected records in the missed record...

Sherlock suddenly turned his head and looked at the back of Um, the mercury maid who was taking care of the bookshelf.

"Um, did you answer my phone just now?"

Um turned his head and nodded.

"You... didn't say much to her, did you?" Sherlock asked nervously.

Um thought for a moment, as if he was recalling just now, and after a moment, he said, "I just told her that you went out and didn't bring your phone."

“Is there nothing else other than that?”

Um shook his head, "No more."

"Huh~"

Sherlock breathed a sigh of relief, it seemed that things should not reach the worst level...

wrong……

Sherlock suddenly thought of something and looked at the missed call record on the phone...

If Um really made it clear to her, he wouldn't have called so many times...

Sherlock raised his head, "Um, can you repeat the original words you said to her to me?"

Um stopped the tidying action again, and after recalling for a moment, he said.

"The master has gone out and I don't bring my phone with me. You can call me later."

Sherlock's breathing stopped at this moment...

...

The space door behind him gradually disappeared.

Martin looked around with a novel look on his face, although he had seen his community countless times.

But he was still in the Forgotten Tomb just now and immediately came to his community, which was a brand new experience for Martin.

However, he did not hesitate too much, but took a step and ran home quickly.

I came back so late, and my mother must be very worried about him.

Smack~

"mom!"

Martin took off his shoes and entered the hall with some excitement and shouted.

"Mom! Where are you?"

A little movement came from the bedroom on one side, and then in the kitchen on the living room, Martin's mother Jennifer walked out around a kitchen bib.

This is a weather-beaten woman with many obvious white hair mixed in her black hair, headlines and crow's feet nasolabial lines.

There are thick dark circles under my eyes, and I look like I haven't had a good rest for a long time.

Her brows were frowning, and some kind of sorrow had been hanging on her face...

When Jennifer saw Martin, his frown frown slightly loosened, and said.

"Why are you back now?"

“I…the teacher from the new school took me to a multi-school exchange banquet held by the school,”

Martin put his schoolbag on the sofa, and was so excited that he wanted to share with Jennifer what happened at Hogwarts.

But suddenly remembered the agreement between her and Sherlock, and swallowed back what she wanted to say.

After sitting on the sofa, he asked with some concern, "Sister hasn't come back yet?"

"She called me just now and cried and told me that she had met a scumbag and was drinking at her best friend's house." Jennifer said.

Hearing the sound, Martin raised his eyebrows, "No? She can meet scumbags! Isn't that scumbag afraid of social death in the Proverbs?"

Jennifer sighed, "There are so many absolute things in this world, just like I believed that your father would come back in a few years after he went to sea..."

"Mom..." Martin raised his head and stared at her with a firm look, "He will definitely come back."

Jennifer looked at Martin and gave him a reluctant smile.

"you're right……"

"By the way," Jennifer suddenly thought of something, "You can help me bring a portion of the Welsh baked bunny bread I made to Betty when you go to school tomorrow. Remember, don't let her mother see it. This child probably hasn't eaten much until now."

Hearing the sound, Martin raised his eyebrows slightly and said after a moment of silence.

"Betty's mother is still..."

Jennifer held her face with some sorrow and said, "It's getting more and more abnormal lately. I feel that others will harm her all day long."

"How could this happen..." Martin frowned.

"I don't know, her personality is stubborn and proud, and she can easily get stubborn when encountering such a thing," said Jennifer.

Martin fell silent again and said in a low voice.

"I see……"

...

Meanwhile, Betty's house next door to Martin.

The dirty clothes were thrown around, and the kitchen sink was filled with leftover bowls. I don’t know how long it took to soak, even the water was black, and you could clearly see flies flying around on it.

The walls were covered with oil and some black dots, which looked like they hadn't been sorted out for a long time.

Under the dim incandescent lamp.

Twelve-year-old Betty sat on a chair at the dining table in a small skirt, and the plate in front of her was a piece of toasted black bread.
To be continued...