[Comprehensive] Daily life of dark creatures

Safi's manor is located in the West End of London. Coincidentally, both the Leaky Cauldron and Baker Street are in the West End of London. If it wasn't for this coincidence, Safi would never have known Sherlock, an ordinary person.

At that time, Safi's manor was not connected to Knockturn Alley, so he had to walk out of the Leaky Cauldron through Diagon Alley. As soon as he stepped out of the boundary of the bar, he almost bumped into Sherlock who was playing hide-and-seek in the middle of the night. They didn't actually bump into each other, but Safi's sudden emergence from the darkness was enough to get Sherlock's attention.

Afterwards, with extraordinary speed and different thinking and behavior patterns from ordinary people, they quickly reached a good consensus. During the harmonious communication between the two parties, Safi showed Sherlock a taste of "hospitality" that is very likely to be repeated. The wonderful inner world that shaped his scientific values.

So far, the British wizarding world has been lit by the big detective to unlock the map mode, and quickly and bluntly naked/exposed in front of a small official of the British government in the Sherlock Holmes family.

Afterwards, Safi thought about it and felt that the Queen of England should thank him, otherwise she would not have discovered that her country's territory was actually much larger than she had long known.

The exposure of the British wizarding world naturally caused a series of follow-up chain reactions, but Safi didn't know about it at first, and even if he knew, he wouldn't care about it. How the wizarding world develops has nothing to do with him?But when he was visited one day by a British Minister of Magic who called himself Voldemort, he had to get involved.

"Tsk tsk, Dark Lord, it sounds like a good job, but it's a pity that I'm too busy."

When Safi's dark carriage stopped at 221B Baker Street, it was already two o'clock in the morning, and the surroundings were silent. The street lights in the place where the carriage passed became inexplicably extremely dark, and they couldn't even take care of one meter away. There was only a faint light on the ground. The purple light is constantly swaying.

The Baker Street was empty, and even if there were creatures that hadn't fallen asleep, they would have been scared away when they saw the carriage coming from a distance.Since Mrs. Hudson, the owner of the house, had already fallen asleep, and no matter how much he knocked on the door, she couldn't wait for Sherlock to open the door. Therefore, Safi, who knew Sherlock's urination, walked through the door directly, stepping on the handrail of the stairs and drifting away. Up to the second floor.

"The effect of the so-called Unforgivable Curse is all on the soul. If there is no pain, the object of the curse will not even feel it, and the body will not be harmed, but the damage can be seen from their souls after death. , It’s the simplest and easiest way to lose your memory, and some of them may be scattered directly, and you won’t even have a chance to visit hell.” As soon as he entered the door, Safi spoke directly, without even saying a word of greeting, because he didn’t think Sherlock needed Those boring things, at this point, the two of them are quite similar.

He didn't even look at Sherlock who was curled up on the sofa, and walked to the refrigerator in the kitchen, rummaged through it, found a large box of Watson's special yogurt, and ate it with the corpse in the refrigerator . "Your corpse is getting stale, what kind of experiment are you doing? It doesn't taste good at all after being left for a long time."

"It's boring." The Sherlock brand filter automatically skipped Safi's follow-up words, and complained about the boring part of the previous part. He is now lying on the sofa and enjoying the high-purity specially made by Safi without any side effects. agent.

Even Mycroft couldn't object to the existence of this special stimulant without any future problems. He could only acquiesce in the status of stimulants in Baker Street, because Sherlock needed it.

Sherlock is just an ordinary person without any magical power. If he wants to expand his business to the magical world, it will be a bit of a cross-border, but he still started to study various spells and magic items after getting to know Saffy. Experiment, anyway, Sherlock is not afraid of death, if he is cursed, just put himself on Safi's test bench. "Intent."

Safi restrained her usual smile to avoid arousing unnecessary vigilance of the little white mouse. However, to be honest, Safi didn't feel that her little thoughts could be completely hidden from the geniuses of the Holmes family. In their words, Safi is just a beautiful goldfish with a bit of intelligence, a good memory, and a little bit of knowledge.

However, Safi has his own cheating device. No one here knows that he is actually an old monster who has lived for thousands of years, and has been mixed in complex groups for a long time, so acting skills are already instinctive. .

Safi pretended to hide his little thoughts, but in fact he used this method to hide more layers of goals. His thoughts were complicated and changeable. Until the last moment, even he himself didn't know that he would What choice to make, so even if Sherlock Holmes with genius insights met him, they would have to fail from time to time.

He quickly ruled out unimportant goals and expectations in his heart, and smiled and said his main reason for coming today, but in fact this is also an old topic. "If you were given a chance to get magic, would you want it?"

Sherlock sat up suddenly, his eyes shining like a big cat. "Didn't you say that it requires special qualifications and a long time of practice? Oh, you have found another quick method. I am your first test product. You are researching it for those beautiful goldfish in your family, right? What is it? Tell me about it? Oh, no, just use it for me."

"If it wasn't for your elder brother who forbade me to help you transform your body, the experiment would have had results." Safi was annoyed at the thought of the politician who always smiled. In his previous life, he didn't want to get too involved in political struggles I was forced to stay in the most dangerous place to garrison. I didn't expect to be threatened by these flies after I came here. It's really annoying!

Even if it's just to add to Mycroft's frustration, it's worth his constant supply of special resources to Sherlock.

"Don't mention that fat man!" Sherlock rolled his eyes. "Come directly or go to your place?"

Safi drank all the yogurt, threw the box into the sink and left it alone, took out a small bottle of earth-green potion, shook it and threw it to Sherlock. "Drink now while he can't stop it! I'll wait to see the effect!"

After speaking, he looked at Sherlock excitedly, waiting for the expected effect to show up. Although he was very confident in the results of his experiment, he always needed a clinical trial before he could sell it to the next client.

Sherlock also didn't talk nonsense at all, he opened the potion and swallowed it, then hiccupped, and a smell of mud came out, although the taste of this potion was so bad that it made people vomit blood, but Sherlock didn't feel it at all. Don't mind, he was so excited that he rushed to the edge of the test bench, squeezed Safi away, and started to study the residual medicine.

Safi didn't mind Sherlock's attitude of throwing him aside in an instant. Anyway, his purpose of coming here today was destined to be achieved. The potion was developed for the soul, and it was not within the limits agreed between him and Mycroft. By the time Mycroft came, Sherlock would have already completed his transformation.

Safi walked slowly to the edge of the desk, snuggled into the sofa comfortably, picked up a book of Grignard's Anatomy and read it. After a long while, he suddenly looked up at Sherlock and grinned as if remembering something. "Ah, I forgot to mention that the medicine has a small side effect, enjoy it."

Sherlock, who is well aware of Safi's bad nature, frowned. Just as he was about to say something, his legs gave way and he fell down. At some point, his whole body was so hot that it turned red, and he had a physique that rarely sweated. It also began to ooze out a special liquid with a delicate smell.

"Oh, you smell like grass and trees, as if you were planted by new shoots in the rainforest~" Sniffing the seductive aroma floating in the air, Safi, who had been prepared for a long time, evoked a smile after a successful prank. Snapping his fingers, he floated Sherlock, who was dimly conscious and his body temperature was rising, and sent him back to his room. He also covered him with a thin quilt and closed the door.

After completing this series of actions, Safi's cell phone rang on time. The song was an ambiguous and sexy dark love song. Safi whistled like a hooligan in her heart, but she wore a very standard British gentleman's smile on her face. , looking at the hidden monitor in the corner, shrugged.

"As long as Sherlock wants it, he will get it sooner or later. I just let nature take its course and make the process safer and easier. Ah, that, don't worry, there are just some small physiological impulses, he He's in his 30s, don't you think he can't handle it?"

"Or, do you want me to send him to John Watson's bed?" Safi said, the smile on his face gradually widened, and then turned into the mischievous smile inherited from the Adams family. He didn't care about the Mike on the other side of the monitor. Loft was thinking about something, left these words humming a little tune and left.

"Voodoo, go to Voldemort's Manor." One faction fights the other, and the factions are balanced so that everyone can be safe and sound. This kind of thing was taught to him by his only mentor in his previous life. It has not been used for a long time, so he should not be unfamiliar with it.

Now facing the British government, the wizarding world is in an extremely bad state. The root of their problem is that there are too few wizards. Coupled with the long-term complacency, even after Voldemort came to power and made drastic reforms for decades , but the conservative stubbornness and arrogance in the wizard's bones still haven't been removed.

That’s all if I don’t know. After knowing it, how could the British government let the wizarding world let it go? I am afraid it has been completely infiltrated by the British government long ago.

"Since I pulled the strings of fate first, it is natural for me to expand the effect of the strings. However, it is not necessarily a good thing to fundamentally change the number of wizards. The desires of most advanced intelligent creatures It is endless, even the elves who claim to have weak desires have factions and internal frictions."

Safi has watched the rise and fall of many forces and civilizations, and he is familiar with these things. Even if he doesn't study it, he is quite clear. What's more, he has a mentor who keeps instilling various knowledge in him. In terms of power struggle, He just doesn't want to use it, but it doesn't mean he doesn't understand it.

Safi's mentor is a supporter of the theory that "it doesn't matter if you don't need it, but you must be able to do everything". Because of this, Safi lived a miserable life before he became a teacher. Fortunately, he also had several brothers and sisters who suffered together. , which made him feel better at that time.

It's not that there are fewer things to learn, but that seeing someone who is worse than yourself makes me feel much more comfortable!

Most of the dark elves don't know who their biological parents are. They are sent to the nursery after they are born. A nursery is a planet. I don't know how long the dark elves have gone through. There are only three of them in total. Nursery, but there are hundreds of millions of planes they rule.

In comparison, dark elves have too few newborns. There is no way, because the entire race does not favor flesh/lust. If it weren't for the high-level policy that pregnant dark elves can receive free resources for five years, I'm afraid Fertility rates are even lower.

The dark elves do not advocate pure and kind love like the elves of other ethnic groups. Their "love" is as rich and deep as their dark power. It is an extremely domineering desire for monopoly. In fact, it is extremely difficult to develop feelings, because most of the dark elves value themselves most.

There are only a very small number of them, and they are like moths to a flame, never to return.

Suddenly recalling some things he knew when he died in his previous life, Safi sneered. He really didn't know what was so good about that malicious mentor, so that it was worth his good senior sister's crazy desire to get rid of them, brothers and sisters.

When they died one by one, the teacher must know the reason, but he will never rescue and remind anyone, anyway, they are just things he used to kill time in a long time, without this crop, he will cultivate The next crop will do.

"Love~ how stupid~"

Safi closed her eyes and started humming again. In the darkness, the carriage with the turbulent purple flames was speeding along the road. The horses never turned. They pulled the carriage directly through the houses, The loud hooves of the horses quietly disappeared in the gaps in the void, and only special groups of people can hear them in this world.