The reddish liquid flowed out of the forge and flowed along the forging groove into the mold, which was an ordinary mask mold, without any pattern on it, very flat, without any lines or animal marks, and it was not at all obvious that it was a mask with representative properties.

After the first batch of masks were tempered, he looked at the masks made of stainless steel and expressed his satisfaction, he bought the materials he needed from Diagon Alley, and tempered them himself in the family's barren tower.

Of course, with the help of the fire elemental Homitz Prometheus and the water elemental Homiz Poseidon, the process went smoothly, Sherlock's first masks were made a total of thirty-seven, including one of his own, and he also bought cloth from the tailor's shop in Diagon Alley and hired a good hand to help, making only thirty-seven sets of black wizard robes.

These robes are very distinctive, abandoning the wizard's wide and long-sleeved style, a bit like a long trench coat, which will be very appropriate to wear, and the movement of waving the wand will be smooth without any hindrance.

Sherlock had long been dissatisfied with the wide robes and long sleeves worn by wizards, and it was better to fit the new style and look more comfortable.

After making thirty-seven new sets of wizarding robes, Sherlock cast a forgetfulness on the other party, and tampered with his memory, when the other party thought that he had just made a dress for Sherlock.

When Sherlock had completed all the preparations, he had attached magic to his mask and clothes, and when all the people in the Sherlock Club had expired, he would naturally explain them one by one.

He wrote thirty-seven letters by hand and gave them to Pelos, for which Pelos almost did not complain about the death of his master, and sent thirty-seven letters at once, which could completely exhaust an owl to death.

Sherlock ignored Pelos's protests, if this alone could make Pelos tired to death, then Sherlock's magical transformation of Pelos for so long would have been done in vain.

Thirty-seven members of the Sherlock Club were students, with the exception of the professor, to whom Sherlock wrote a letter inviting them to come to Mephisto three days later, half a month before the start of school, and that he would hold the first off-campus gathering of the Sherlock Club.

These thirty-seven people will become Sherlock's first basic force in the wizarding world in the future, and this will be the focus of his power.

"This is the first time you've gathered the members of the Sherlock Club, and you just have to tell me all about it, and you don't have to write a letter." While eating lunch, Asin Sha asked, placing the letter on the table.

Just now, when Pyros flew back to deliver her letter, Asinsha and Sarina couldn't believe it, was this bird a stupid bird? Or Sherlock was stupid enough to write to them as well.

"The contents of all the letters are practically the same, except that the names have changed, and I have copied them directly from the parchment list, and I have forgotten this." Sherlock shrugged his shoulders and didn't care.

On the other side, the Weasleys living in the Burrow are still carrying out their daily happy daily life, George and Fred carry out daily provocations Patcy and Ron, as for Mrs. Weasley, that is the bottom line that the twin brothers have always been afraid of, the two of them think they are brave, if Patcy and Ron are just two little minions, then Mrs. Weasley is the big boss behind it.

Every time Mrs. Weasley was furious and tried to clean them up after the twins' troubles, Arthur's return was a boon to the two brothers, because they wouldn't be beaten up, and Mrs. Weasley would complain to her husband.

This is like a single brush boss failed, and he was about to be wiped out, and Arthur who came back was like a big guy helping the two of them, giving him a comprehensive taunt aura, focusing the boss's attention on Arthur.

"Honestly, I'm going to be hungry, what's dinner today?"

"Carrot soup! Tacos! The bread and butter, and the cheese for you, I also made a beef bone broth, and by the way, I shaved the beef and fried it all in oil to make sure you all had a veal steak. "Mrs. Weasley is quite proud.

Arthur was very happy, Ginny was actually the most active in the family, but it was just that when outsiders came, he was very dull and didn't like to talk much.

"Today I was in the ministry, and I heard rumors that the Mephisto one went to Diagon Alley two days ago, and the officials in the ministry had different guesses, and Lecker warned them not to speculate, a wizard went to Diagon Alley at most to buy something."

Everyone in the family knew that the one Arthur was talking about was actually Sherlock, the Prince of Spells.

"Some officials in the ministry still insist on the threat theory of Sherlock's existence, believing that Sherlock must be a major danger to the wizarding world in the future, and the impact does not need to be as bad as Grindelwald, but some of them have begun to lean on Mephisto, and Laker's position in the ministry has risen again, and now he is the deputy of the master of the Auror's office, which is a great big man, and Fourmond is now the president of the International Association of Dark Wizards, a member of the Wizengamot, and the president of the International Association for the Management of the Dark Arts."

After Arthur's words, Ginny immediately awked up, "Mr. Sherlock is a very good man, and they suspect him of pure nonsense. ”

"Well, you've been talking about Sherlock all summer, Sherlock, and now that Dad is coming back to talk about Sherlock, our ears are almost calloused." George complained, and Fred laughed, "I feel like I've got a hole in my ear." ”

"Okay, let's not talk about that, I look forward to the wizarding world tomorrow getting better and better." Arthur smiled and took a sip of carrot soup.

"Pedal Pedal Pedal T There was a knock on the glass outside.

Ginny glanced back and it was Pelos, who was striking the glass with her beak.

Ginny recognized Pelos at a glance, after all, Pelos was also present when she rescued her from the secret room two months ago, and he also helped a lot.

"It's Pelos, it must have been Mr. Sherlock's letter to me." Ginny jumped open the window and welcomed Pelos in, as if she were greeting a guest.

"No way, you must know that George and I are classmates at the same level as Sherlock, and we sit in the same classroom every time we have a class, and it must have been written to us." Fred and George were sure to go and take the letter from Ginny, they wanted to see what was written on it.

"Go away!" Ginny chased them away, and after a quick glance, she was very happy.

"Mr. Sherlock invited me to Mephisto Lodge."

"What!"

The entire Weasley family erupted in exclamation.

They couldn't understand why Sherlock had invited Ginny.

"Because I'm a member of the Sherlock Club, although it was Tom Riddle who taught me the answer, I'm a member of the club anyway, and almost all the club members except me will be invited to participate."

Ginny jumped up and down excitedly and didn't even eat, but when she sent Pelos away, she gave Pelos all the beef on her plate as a reward for his hard work.