The better Mrs. Matthew and Sherlock happened to be the same day as the day of awarding the medal.
Fortunately, after the award, as usual, the people of the Sir Merlin had to hold a grand banquet for the new medal winners, so the time was usually set in the afternoon of the same day.
Early this morning, Sherlock brought Shilk to Mrs. Matthew’s old yard.
The first time I saw Shilk, the old witch couldn’t help but snorted coldly.
“No wonder you said it was a private matter.”
Shilk did not respond to this, and Sherlock’s face was even more blushing and his heart was not beating.
It was still the terrace in the yard, and Mrs. Matthew didn’t seem to want to invite them into her home from beginning to end.
She asked Shilk to do the opposite of her, and did not look at her eyes as soon as possible, but asked about the situation about [Shisha] first.
“When, where did your eyes be contaminated?”
Shilk first looked up at Sherlock, and then said softly.
“In August 1977, in the time hall of the Department of Mystery Affairs of the British Ministry of Magic.”
Mrs. Matthew frowned immediately.
“The time hall in August of 1977!”
Sherlock coughed lightly and interrupted.
“I forgot to tell you last time, ma’am, the source of the [time chips] that pollute Hilk’s eyes is the [William’s Time Shape] made by your ancestor.”
But Mrs. Matthew seemed to be not listening carefully to what Sherlock said. She was recalling this time seriously, and then staring at Hilk’s face like this.
“Are you the daughter of Auror Eddie Butler, who made great contributions in the melee of the hall that year, and later died?”
She said calmly without any sad expression on her face.
“Yes, he is my father.”
Mrs. Matthew’s face suddenly became no longer weird at this time, but was much softer.
“And the silent man in the time hall who died at that time – John Watson. I heard that he and your father were good friends or your adoptive father. He was an admirable hero.”
“Puff!”
When she heard the old woman say the word “adoptional father” in her mouth, Sherlock couldn’t hold back.
He was almost choked to death by his saliva, and couldn’t help but cough violently, which made Mrs. Matthew turn to look at him in dissatisfaction.
“Ahem…sorry, my question, sorry, you guys continue to talk.”
Sherlock could only keep apologizing, Matthew was tooOnly then did Tai’s face soften again and he looked at Shilk.