[Comprehensive] Captive villain BOSS

It was raining really hard.The splashing rain disturbed people's sight, and the strong wind swept the bean-sized raindrops, cutting the umbrella eaves obliquely, and hitting the hem of the wizard's robe mercilessly.There was mud everywhere, and the screams of the little wizard falling into the mud pit could be heard ahead.Moriarty smiled interestedly at Sherlock, turned the handle of the umbrella, and the umbrella immediately blocked the wind: "Dumb?"

"It's the habit of ordinary people to prepare umbrellas when going out!" In the heavy rain, Sherlock had to amplify his voice, but the speed of his speech was not affected, "I guess wizards must have spells to deal with the weather, so they never thought of this, and they also Never read the weather forecast! This kind of plastic umbrella is obviously a Muggle brand. It is sold everywhere in London. The creases are brand new and there are no scratches on the umbrella surface. There is only one train to North Yorkshire this morning, and there is a Yu, you should have listened to the advice of a small vendor selling goods, and bought it temporarily on the platform—”

Moriarty listened casually to Sherlock.I don't know if Sherlock's IQ decreased as he returned to the age of 11, or because he didn't think it was necessary to take an 11-year-old child too seriously. Moriarty had many reasons to refute Sherlock's reasoning, but he now Suddenly he had an idea... He pretended that he had stepped on a shallow pit, and rushed towards Sherlock with a scream.And caught off guard, Sherlock was thrown to the ground by him, and half of the back of his head was smashed into the mud: "..."

"I'm very sorry!" Moriarty said in a panic, while pressing Sherlock's chest "inadvertently" and got up: "I'm sorry, I didn't expect that I would suddenly fall..."

"..." Sherlock forced a smile: "It's okay."

He got up from the mud, and Moriarty held out a hand to help him up: "—but you seem to have fallen hard...God, you're covered in mud. It's all my fault... …I brought a spare wizard robe, do you need a change?"

His eyes were wet, and he bit his lip lightly, looking fragile and helpless, as if he was afraid of Sherlock's rejection.Sherlock looked away with some difficulty: "No need..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Moriarty slipped and threw him into the mud with another scream: "Ah!—I'm sorry, my foot seems to be sprained..."

As a qualified villain boss, actor-like acting skills are a compulsory course for Moriarty!

Sherlock: "..."

Moriarty raised his head and looked at him, the pretty little-face was full of innocence, his eyelashes blinked, and he looked like he was about to cry: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to ..."

Sherlock: "..."

He never knew that he was actually a shotacon! !

Two minutes later, Sherlock walked in the line with his back on Moriarty expressionless.

Although Moriarty was not in good health when he was a child, and his athletic ability was not outstanding, he appeared shorter and thinner than his peers.But no matter how thin he is, he is still an 11-year-old boy, and Sherlock, who is also 11 years old, still struggles to carry it on his back.

Moriarty almost laughed like crazy.He put the umbrella on top of the two of them, lay down next to Sherlock's ear, and expressed his admiration for Sherlock to his heart's content - if he didn't do this, he would laugh until he rolled off Sherlock's back.Until he got on the boat, he still maintained the image of a new fan very well, following Sherlock every step of the way, expressing his amazement endlessly: "...you are really amazing, Sherlock ! How did you figure that out? I mean, about umbrellas?"

"It's just a little logical reasoning." Sherlock said casually, "I have an article on the basic deductive method in my blog..."

"Blog?" Moriarty put on a face of a curious baby, "What is the basic deductive method?"

Sherlock noticed his slip of the tongue and said perfunctorily, "It's nothing."

"Tell me, Sherlock, I really want to know." Moriarty clasped Sherlock's hands together, begging, "This is really amazing! It's almost like magic. You can guess right away." I'm a bitch wizard, and I was on the train just now, and I immediately said what they like. Teach me, Sherlock?"

Sherlock twitched the corners of his mouth stiffly, thinking about how to refuse without hurting the boy's pure heart—in fact, with this kind of IQ, if he would be assigned to Ravenclaw, who is known for his wisdom, Sherlock would only treat him The academy felt utter hopelessness.But before he could utter his words, a young wizard sitting across from him suddenly sneered and said, "Uninformed Mudblood!"

"Sorry, what did you say?" Sherlock looked over coldly.

"It's nothing." The freshman denied it with a sly look on his face.

"I'm glad you didn't say anything, because the words you didn't say are enough to lower the IQ of the entire school." Sherlock sneered, "Do you know what IQ is? Sorry, out of politeness, I don't seem to be Use words you have never heard of to insult your ability to understand.Intelligence, intelligence, thinking ability, in short, those things in your head, compared to the level of normal humans, I think it is no more than a straw shoe The capacity of a worm brain. Excuse me, do you know what a paramecium is?"

Moriarty couldn't take it anymore.He suddenly took Sherlock's hand, looked at him with admiration, and said in a dreamlike tone: "Oh, Sherlock! You are really a genius!"

Two blushes floated on Sherlock's face, and he averted his eyes in a bit of embarrassment: "It's actually nothing. It's quite simple."

Two freshmen on the opposite side: "..."

Suddenly I feel like I'm a bit redundant...

The rain was so heavy that a freshman fell into the water when he was approaching the shore, but fortunately he was rescued by the octopus in the lake in time.Except for Sherlock and Moriarty, who were still a little dry, the others were basically drenched, and were drenched from the inside to the outside by the rain.They were arranged to wait in a room for a while, and then they were led into the auditorium by Professor McGonagall.

Sherlock wanted to ask Moriarty's name, but they separated in line.Moriarty winked at him, made a callme gesture with a smile, and stood at the end of the line.

Those black eyes were shining brightly under the light, and the pretty little face was dazzlingly white, and Sherlock suddenly felt his heart beating a little faster.He turned his head, feeling inexplicably complicated, and decided to write down the other party's name when he was sorted.

He was completely oblivious to the amount of malice lurking in Moriarty's smile.

Moriarty can no longer stay next to Sherlock, and his acting skills are tested the most in his life.After singing the sorting song, the freshmen began to use the sorting hat to sort. Professor McGonagall quickly read Sherlock's name. Without a doubt, Sherlock was sorted into Ravenclaw.When he sat on the long table, he looked back at Moriarty, and Moriarty clapped his hands twice for him.

Really, Moriarty was too happy.

H is followed by K, and K is followed by L.Professor McGonagall read one by one, and the team of freshmen was decreasing little by little.

"James Moriarty!"

There was a loud bang, and the glass in Sherlock's hand exploded.He didn't care about the pumpkin juice splashed everywhere, and turned to look at the freshman team.

Moriarty was still smiling broadly.He raised his hand and curled it next to his ear, greeting Sherlock innocently, but his eyes were full of malice.A dozen more cups exploded around Sherlock, and a professor hurried over to the long Ravenclaw table, while Moriarty turned and sat on the three-legged stool.

"...Oh, oh." Putting the hat on his head, a small voice sounded hesitant, "Difficult, a little difficult. Parseltongue. And very ambitious. Let me think... A man sitting here like this told me he was going to Gryffindor, but I guess you have other resolutions... yes, it's the blood after all..."

"—Slytherin!"

The long table with the silver and green flag hanging was suddenly silent.Immediately afterwards, the hustle and bustle of the entire auditorium gradually disappeared.

Moriarty put his hat back on the three-legged stool, and walked towards the Slytherin table with a calm expression.

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