Chapter 211 - Zhang Professor, you are simply a superman

"What's wrong with him?" Lupin asked in confusion.

"I didn't know much before, but since Sirius told me about your school days, I understand it very well." Kaysen replied.

"Yeah, poor Professor Snape was angry and crying because his best friend was playing with someone he didn't like..."

Lupin was interrupted by Kaysen speechlessly before he finished speaking: "...He has a reason to hate you."

"Okay, I'll go see Harry and the others. They should have received the letter." Lupin put down the tableware and walked towards the Gryffindor table.

"Uh-huh, I'll go see Severus." Kaysen said and got up and walked towards the basement.

After a while, both of them returned to their seats.

"How is it?" Kaysen asked.

"We have something to play this weekend."

Lupin was subconsciously a little excited, not realizing that he was now theoretically in a cold war with Sirius.

Tsk tsk tsk.........

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Early Sunday morning...

"Hello, Professor." Harry and his friends appeared in front of Kaisen, who had just woken up and came downstairs.

Because of the large flow of people, he hasn't locked the office for a long time. Sometimes the little wizards come here for a walk, sail, date, and bring breakfast for Kaisen.

As for those delicate magic machines and alchemical creations, they are firmly wrapped up by the thick glass wall.

Since he decided to open the office to let the little wizards come here for a walk, he must take corresponding measures. He is not afraid of any mistakes in the alchemical equipment. After all, for him, those big guys have no gold content at all, they are just building blocks.

However, for the little wizards, it can be said to be full of dangers, so it is better to wrap them up, anyway, it will not affect the use.

"Well... Where is Lupin? He hasn't woken up yet." Kaisen yawned and sat on the sofa a little weakly.

"He is still eating, this is your breakfast." Neville handed over the full brown paper bag.

"Thank you. By the way, please help me with a cleaning spell. I'm out of shampoo and the new one hasn't arrived yet." Kaisen said casually.

"No problem, Professor." Neville took out his wand, muttered something quickly, and then a stream of light flew towards Kaisen.

The icy feeling made him shiver, and his mind quickly became clear, and he exhaled a breath of relief.

"Magic changes life, it's convenient."

Soon Lupin finally finished his meal and got dressed.

"Is there anything else? If not, let's go!"

Kaisen shook his head: "We can go now." As he said that, his position enveloped several people, and the Ender Teleport was activated, and several people suddenly appeared at...

222 Baker Street.

"Uh... Aren't we going to Grimmauld Place? Here... It seems wrong, right?" Hermione looked out the window and was a little confused.

"In fact, I don't know where Grimmauld Place is. I haven't been there before, so I can't teleport directly... and..." Kaysen looked at the sofa where he used to sit and saw another person's butt print, and there was a strange sound in the bathroom...

"Sherlock!" He rushed into the bathroom on the first floor, and soon came out with a man wrapped in a bath towel, which made Lupin and the little wizards stunned.

Among them, Hermione thought about it and chose to turn her back, but soon she felt that it was unnecessary and turned back.

"There's nothing I can do about it. Peanut took his girlfriend home, and I have nowhere to go." Sherlock sat on the sofa helplessly and explained.

"Oh, so I should thank you for visiting my house? And Harry cast a drying spell on him." Kaysen said angrily.

Harry nodded and took out his wand to cast a spell. As the warm magic fell on him, Sherlock touched his already dry hair: "Wow, magical magic."

The moment this sentence came out, the four little wizards widened their eyes, because they saw that the weird neighbor who appeared in their professor's house was actually a Muggle.

And Lupin still watched this farce indifferently...it was quite interesting.

At this time, Sherlock, who had felt the magic of magic, looked at Kaisen again: "You said a drying spell, which should be a general term, not a serious spell name, and you chose to let this little gentleman cast the spell instead of yourself...Oh, it seems that there is a big gap between your magic and theirs?"

"If you are not interested, you can check why the trash can at my door was always full of trash, instead of staring at me left and right." Kaisen said speechlessly.

"Oh, there is no need to check that, because sometimes. Peanut has a lot of trash, and he will throw it into your trash can." Sherlock replied.

"You just paused... You actually made those garbage, right?"

"That's the contribution of both of us."

"I should have given you some formaldehyde packages when I renovated your house." Kaisen said speechlessly.

"Don't worry, we will open the windows for ventilation."

"Okay... I remember you don't have the key to my house." Kaisen sat down helplessly and decided to get to the bottom of it and see how many bad things the great detective in front of him had done.

"Before, you asked Peanut to help you take care of the money tree at home." Sherlock said concisely.

"So you took the opportunity to make a key?"

"No, I changed the lock directly and hung the new key on your keychain."

"Wardfa!"

"Ahem, Kaisen, there are children and children!" Lupin quickly helped Kaisen to withdraw an insult.

"And your massage bathtub is nice..."

Kasen's face was embarrassed again: "So the public bathroom is not enough for you? What kind of damn bathtub is worth your sneaking in and picking the lock..."

"Because I found the hidden function of the bathtub, I'll take you to see it." At this point, Sherlock suddenly became energetic and pulled Kaisen upstairs.

The people on the first floor only heard a burst of laughter, then a silence, followed by the sound of running fast and a terrifying vibration.

Sherlock, wrapped in a bath towel, ran down from upstairs quickly without even wearing clothes and ran towards the next door.

And Kaisen, holding the bathtub in one hand, ran downstairs with great vigor. After rushing out of the house, he aimed for a moment and threw the bathtub out.

Hearing the sound of breaking air, Sherlock looked back, calculated a little, and decisively chose to lie down, and then was covered tightly by the bathtub.

"Oh... Madfuck!" Sherlock's muffled voice came from the bathtub.

The little wizard who witnessed all this swallowed his saliva.

"Professor... You are simply Superman!"