The Daily Life of Wizards [British and American]

Daniel's actions were quick. On the third day, after he learned a little about most of the common sense in the British wizarding world, he immediately submitted a petition regarding the 'ownership of the Black family's inheritance' to the International Department of Magical Law Enforcement.

"You're too eager." Narcissa frowned and said, she was wearing a silver-white velvet robe today, her pale complexion and long golden hair made her look as beautiful and noble as a moon goddess.

She was sitting on a soft sofa, flipping through some newspapers and fashion magazines. When talking to her cousin, she would frown slightly, stare at him like a child who is not very sensible, and use euphemism In a soft tone, he said softly, "Since Lucius has already said that he will help you, I think you can be a little more patient and wait slowly..."

"No! No!" Daniel interrupted her, raised his finger and shook, "Cousin Narcissa, you and I both understand, if I really sit at home obediently and leave everything to my cousin-in-law ——Malfoy's Patriarch, deal with it. Even if you are relieved, you will still be disappointed in me, and you will completely despair of Black in the future."

Narcissa was taken aback.

Daniel, who had always been obedient, stood up suddenly, walked in front of her, and knelt down on one knee. Then, he stretched out his hands and held Narcissa's hand tightly, using those blue eyes that had fascinated countless women Looking at her tenderly, "I know we're not very familiar yet; I know that everything is moving a little too fast; I also know that you don't trust me very much. But Sissy..."

He said seriously, "We both have the surname Blake, and the same blood flows in our bodies."

Narcissa was stunned. At this moment, she could hardly maintain her previous elegance and solemnity.

As time went by, she seemed to be back to the days when she was young again, in that gorgeous and old Black old house, surrounded by relatives, without thinking or doing anything, just joking with her sisters and watching the pranks of Sirius.

How long had she not thought about Sirius?

That black-haired, rebellious man who ran counter to his family cursed the Black family as a 'dirty Death Eater's gathering place'... He thought that he would be strangers for the rest of his life, but he quietly found himself in an ambush. Let Lucius go.

Before he entered Azkaban, he looked at Narcissa with tired blue eyes, and said grumpily and self-loathing: "I just missed, just missed... Next time I will catch him..."

However, the next moment, he involuntarily said the same words.

The almost whispering, contradictory, murmured softly, "Sissy, our last name is Blake."

The two figures obviously had completely different personalities, but at this moment, they overlapped together.

Narcissa suddenly covered her lips with her hand, and an unprecedented intense emotion hit her heart.

She opened her watery eyes wide, trying to restrain the sudden emotional surge, "You... what do you want to do?"

"I will not refuse the help of Patriarch Malfoy. However, as the future Patriarch Black, it is not my style to wait without doing anything." Daniel Black said with a smile, "I can make concessions, I can compromise, I can even It's okay to give up some irrelevant things. But, Mysister..."

He said in a faintly impatient tone: "I can't let the wizarding world forget what the surname 'Black' represents. This...is also my father's last wish."

The strong sunlight was projected from the window, it was so dazzling that it was a bit dazzling.

Narcissa slightly covered her eyes, "Okay." She said in a calm tone, "Do as you want!"

"Ha..." She paused for a moment, and finally couldn't help but let out a sneer. As expected, she also sighed with some familiarity, "I should have known that there really isn't a single kind person in the Black family."

"Of course." Daniel stood up again, "I'm glad to reach an agreement with you, Cousin Narcissa."

"I will tell Lucius about this." Narcissa continued in a rational tone, "I will try not to interfere with your decision in the future, but I hope you can let me see the results."

Daniel nodded with a smile, "Thank you, Narcissa."

The beautiful hostess obviously had no desire to continue the conversation.

She stood up, and the hem of her robe drew a graceful arc. While calling the house elf to brush the tea set to sparkle, she suddenly turned her head and said jokingly, "Dear cousin, are you sure you said The ones, it's not to avoid homework...you know."

She blinked, showing a rare girlish charm, "The homework of the Daily Prophet we talked about earlier?"

"Uh... You guessed it." Daniel smiled cooperatively and spread his hands, "The paperwork is really not suitable for me. I am a wild horse. I need vast pastures and grasslands to run with the wind..."

"Tsk!" Narcissa gave him a disgusted look, "Man!"

She left happily.

Didn't notice the serious man behind him who was pretending just now, and finally showed a 'relieved' expression.

'Don't want to do homework' is as bogus as the previous 'don't want to be a vassal of the Malfoys' excuse.

The real reason is that I suddenly received a short message from Mycroft last night: If it is convenient, can you let brother Shedi visit the magic world when it is safe?

PS. My younger brother is smart and well-behaved, and I will definitely not add unnecessary trouble to you.

a bolt from the blue!

This younger brother is completely hopeless!

Smart and well-behaved?

The former still has a little bit of credibility, but where does the latter come from?Is that long face?

For the first time, Daniel found out that having a boss who is "reliable at all times, but unreliable when he meets his younger brother, and his younger brother is a big trouble" is really really not a good thing.

Sherlock Holmes, the trouble that the whole of Scotland Yard hates and loves, is well evidenced by Inspector Lestrade's deepening forehead lines.

Although Daniel is from the United States (maybe because of this, Mycroft deceived himself into thinking that the name of his family, Sherlock, has not spread abroad and can be tricked?), but his identity as a time traveler makes him understand the curly-haired detective , absolutely no less than anyone in Scotland Yard.

Daniel has a hundred reasons to stay away from this kind of big trouble that welcomes trouble, creates trouble, solves trouble and continues to cause trouble anytime and anywhere.

However, behind the polite inquiries of Mycroft, there are hidden meanings such as: 'it must be achieved', 'find a way to achieve it', 'I don't accept other answers except Yes' and so on.

Daniel felt that he should hurry up and try to establish some foundations and contacts in the British wizarding world, so as to prepare for the messy troubles that would inevitably arise in the future.

There is no sense of guilt at all for causing a big problem to his subordinates.

In the afternoon, McCoff was happily enjoying afternoon tea with a cup of coffee with a lot of sugar and a plate of small desserts.

Get daniel 'no, not now.After waiting for a while for me to reply, he became proud of his wise decision.

From this sentence, he has a keen insight into the dissatisfaction of his subordinates (you can ignore it directly), and also vaguely noticed that this subordinate from the United States seems to have a part of understanding of his younger brother - Sherlock (this is very strange) .

After all, it is not a big deal for ordinary Muggles to visit the wizarding world. The so-called preparations... how do you feel like you are facing an enemy? (This needs to be investigated a little bit, and it doesn't feel like a big threat at the moment, so it can be ignored for the time being).

Indeed, he admits: Curious Sherlock can be a disaster at times.

However, what are subordinates used for? Isn't it to let the leader squeeze and solve the problem for the leader?

What's more, Daniel is a cunning guy!Don't think that hiding in the British wizarding world, he will not know the little tricks of 'passive sabotage' and 'perfunctory response'.

Still have to add another fire.

McCoff, who was strategizing, took a sip of sweet coffee: "People should be forced often, so that they have the potential to explode."

He said to himself, "However, is Sherlock's deterrence so great? Even wizards in the United States know about it?"