[Comprehensive] The correct posture of fooling the savior

United States, Baltimore.

Facing the address Will gave before, Violetta Borst drove his extended Lincoln on the road: "This address is quite remote, I have to explore for a while."

Harry looked curiously at this high-end Muggle vehicle in his eyes: "Do American wizards always travel by car?"

"Some things in Muggle society are really convenient," Violetta Borstead shrugged, "it would be too stupid not to take advantage of it...Of course, I know that the branch of our family in Europe still adheres to the tradition, But America is an inclusive country after all.”

"You mean, wizards in America have integrated into Muggles?" Harry raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"No, no," Violetta Borst shook her head, "The International Statute of Secrecy also binds us. If you go to the Ministry of Magic in the United States, you can also see a big clock indicating that the wizarding world The degree of exposure. We just, more conveniently covertly enter Muggle society, enjoy the convenience of modern life, and enjoy the convenience of Muggle life."

He curled his lips and added: "It's hard for me now to imagine how boring my life will be if one day I can't access the Internet or use my mobile phone; What a hassle—"

With that said, he stopped the car: "Oh, your destination has arrived."

Harry still felt unsatisfied with the topic of chatting about the way of life that was different from European wizards, but meeting new friends was more attractive. He reluctantly got out of the car: "Shall we continue chatting when we have time?"

"Of course, I will always be waiting for you in the magic manor," Violetta Boster waved to him, "Do you need me to pick you up at night?"

"Don't bother you," Harry also waved goodbye, "I know the address of the little manor, and I can Apparate back. Goodbye."

"Goodbye. Have fun!"

Harry walked up the cottage steps and knocked on the door.The door was quickly opened, and Will stood behind it with a pale face.

Seeing Harry, Will looked very surprised: "Harry?"

"Surprise!" Harry happily made a gesture of blowing up fireworks, "I'm coming to America to play!"

Harry's smile was so contagious that Will laughed too.But the smile quickly faded from his face, and he moved half of his body away, beckoning Harry to enter the room: "Please come in."

Harry followed Will into the room, and was greeted by a pack of his dogs.Harry squatted down and touched the dogs surrounding him: "Ah, the dogs you mentioned in your letter are so cute!"

"Animals never lie," Will poured two glasses of water and placed them on the table in the hall, "so they are always the cutest."

This kind of pointed words made Harry quite uncomfortable. He stood up, looked at Will, and asked suspiciously, "Hey? What happened? You look terrible."

"It's bad," Will said, "I feel like I'm going to kill someone the next second."

"Stop kidding," Harry looked at him incredulously, "that's not what you are."

"Actually, I don't know what kind of person I am." Will showed a pale smile.He changed the subject, "Harry, it's really a coincidence that you came. If you had come earlier, I wouldn't have been able to entertain you."

Harry asked curiously, "Why?"

"Would you like some water?" Will gestured to him for the teacup on the table, then took a sip from his own cup, "Earlier, I was imprisoned in the Baltimore State Criminal Psychiatric Hospital as a critically ill patient. monitoring."

"Did something happen?" Harry stared at him. "You didn't mention it in your letter."

"That's because," said Will, taking another sip of water, without looking at Harry, "I can't write letters while I'm under surveillance."

"I thought," said Harry hesitantly, "that it was inconvenient to write international long-distance letters, so your letter frequency was very low?"

"No," Will said with a smile, but what he said and his smiling expression were not on the same channel at all, "I was accused of being the murderer of a series of murders, Cassie Boyle, Marisa Shu Dr. Sudcliffe, Georgia Marcy, and Abigail..."

"Wait, you're talking about Abigail?" Harry was a little out of sorts, he interrupted Will rudely, "that little girl you adopted that you mentioned in your letter earlier?"

Will's expression darkened: "Yes, she's dead. I vomited a piece of her ear"

Harry froze, he thought he heard it wrong: "What?"

Will glanced at him expressionlessly, and said in a calm tone: "I vomited out of Abigail's ear, I have her blood under my fingernails, and I have scratches on my arms caused by resistance, Human remains found in my bait, DNA matches to victims of a series of murders known as "The Copycat" and the "Chesapeake Ripper"; and this killer, he cannibal .”

Harry gulped.

Will stared at the teacup in his hand, and the cracked glaze on the ceramic was densely covered with the cup: "Everyone thinks I am a criminal, and I get souvenirs from victims..."

"But, you're not..." Harry said confusedly, "You're not like..."

"Even myself, I thought I was a criminal at first," Will went on, ignoring Harry's incoherent words. The ability to empathize makes me think like a criminal, and in countless hallucinations I have committed murder."

Will twirled the teacup in his hand. The cracks on the teacup were sparse and dense, thick and thin, dense and fine, looking at it in a daze, as if the teacup had really been broken: "All the evidence points to myself ; even my colleagues and friends think that I committed the murder unconsciously because of a mental disorder."

Harry thought he was listening to the Arabian Nights: "And then?"

"And... that's a very long story." Will shrugged and put down the teacup in his hand. The water didn't flow out of the crack, and the cracked glaze was just cracked glaze.Even though the teacup once looked like it was broken, at least now, it's whole, almost miraculously snapped back together." The judges died one by one, and each death was more creative than the other. Finally, the real murderer jumped out and used the murder case to declare that the real murder was not me. My suspicion was lifted and I was finally able to come out of the mental hospital... ..."

"Let's not talk about that, Harry, those details are too complicated, I can tell you slowly," Will looked at him apologetically, "Now, I have to catch up with today's dinner date."

Harry's eyes wandered suspiciously around his unkempt figure: "With your girlfriend?"

Will laughed and shook his head: "And my psychiatrist." He followed Harry's gaze and looked at his crumpled shirt and jeans, and added, "And, don't worry, I will tidy myself up before the dinner of."

"Your psychiatrist? That Dr. Hannibal Lecter you've been mentioning in your letters?" Harry's eyes lit up, "Can I have a dinner together? Last time I asked him to recommend England A psychiatrist, but I have never consulted this matter."

Will's movements stopped, he hesitated for a while, and asked a random question: "Can you use a gun? Or a knife?"

"What?" Harry felt that he couldn't keep up with Will's train of thought today, obviously they were very in tune with each other before, "Maybe I'm not very good at it?"

Will frowned and thought about it, and finally nodded: "Let's go, Hannibal's house is indeed a very suitable place to entertain guests from afar, at least it is much more suitable than mine." He looked around Looking at the messy home, he shrugged helplessly.

"But..." He bit his lip, took out a pocket knife from the drawer, and put it in Harry's pocket: "For self-defense, and, don't eat meat for dinner."

"What?" Harry felt that the WHAT he asked today had exceeded the limit.

Will didn't want to say more, but just shook his head: "Remember my instructions, talk less, don't eat meat."

Will conjured up a suit and tie like magic, from a slovenly nerd to a senior elite in society, Harry was dumbfounded.Soon, they came to Hannibal's house, which was also a detached villa. From the outside, it was almost N grades higher than Will's own house.

Will took out the keys, opened the door, and motioned for Harry to come in.Harry has been nurtured in a pure-blood family for so long, and now he has some taste, and the furnishings in the room can be called low-key luxury.The Japanese-style Ukiyo-e is hung on the wall behind the sofa in the lobby, and the ceramic Tang horse is decorated with a silver collar with a very exotic charm. The classical style sofa, chairs, side tables and cabinets form a harmonious drawing effect. A taste that can be called the ultimate elegance is simply overwhelming.

"Your psychiatrist has great taste." Harry couldn't control his admiration, he stopped in front of a pair of curved and intertwined horn ornaments, "What is this? Antelope horns?"

"Yes, this is the horn of Kudu, a horn of an African antelope." Low Chun's male voice came from behind, "Thank you for your praise of my home."

"Let me introduce you," Will said to Harry who turned around. "This is my current psychiatrist, Hannibal Lecter."

Harry's movements were completely frozen, he kept turning around and didn't move, his intuition was desperately warning, as if a small animal had met his natural enemy, as if the lower part of the food chain had met the existence at the top of the food chain , as if a free little fox in the forest is stared at by a hungry tiger that is preying...

Hannibal Lecter looked at Harry amusedly, and stretched out his right hand: "Hi, I'm Hannibal Lecter."

The author has something to say: I really want to open the sword... I can't close my brain hole TAT

PS: Qiqianzhanwuyingwan, please let me take care of it.What about Ou Huang?