The Daily Life of Wizards [British and American]

Let's rewind our memories to about a week ago, remember the 'Pink Study'?

And... the 'cute, bespectacled, plain old retired worker who took Daniel to a dilapidated construction site to make a choice between life and death' - Jeff Mr Hope.

In fact, Daniel scared him beyond recognition.

Not every normal person can calmly accept the supernatural event of 'a person disappears in front of him out of thin air'.

So he sent his 'patron' a illogical, panic-stricken email.

And his patron—Jim, or a more familiar name—Professor Moriarty.

At this time, he was observing forensic doctor Jasmine not far from the hospital, making sufficient preparations for his future appearance, so as to ensure that when he appeared in front of Sherlock, he would perform a perfect opening.

But I have to say that Jasmine's life is regular and simple.

This is a very conservative, innocent girl who has fantasies about love. She commutes to and from get off work, eats meals, and occasionally chats with colleagues on a regular basis.

She is very likable, but her living environment and interpersonal relationships are very single, so that her amateur life is dull to boring (Sherlock Holmes may be the only accident and wonderful thing in her life), at the same time, her professional quality and work ethic Very nice and very kind hearted.

But these excellent qualities, to Professor Moriarty, are just b!

He was boringly stirring the coffee cup with a spoon, planning to spend a few days to get in touch with this girl, then take her down easily, and then use her to appear in front of Sherlock openly.

Of course, you can't be too anxious. Interesting things should be done slowly, just like makelove, take a little longer and let the climax come slowly.

Then, his phone's email alert rang.

"Sir...God...I met a ghost...A magical and spiritual thing, did he come to stop my crime...God, it...Is it real?"

The taxi driver with an aneurysm described it incoherently, obviously terrified.

Coupled with the physical condition of being terminally ill and dying at any time, his chaotic brain gave him many wrong assumptions.

"Ghosts? Have fangs?"

Moriarty replied with interest.

"He has no fangs, he's just an ordinary young man with blue eyes and black hair... He was going to go to the Diogenes Club, but I dragged him to an old construction site and asked him to choose between life and death, and then , just disappeared out of thin air... God, does God really exist? Is he going to punish me?"

A terminally ill taxi driver vents his pain via email.

You know, after getting terminally ill, he was not afraid of life and death, and his only concern was his poor child.

For the sake of his children, he chose to kill people... But after encountering a supernatural event, the short-lived religious beliefs in his childhood came to his heart again, and he couldn't help lamenting: "God, are you real? Warning? Warn me: If you don't stop, you will go to hell..."

"Unfortunately, from the moment the first person died, you have booked a place in hell."

Professor Moriarty quickly and brutally shattered the old man's last little expectation of life after death.

He doesn't have the patience to coax crying children patiently like a father. He has many clients and is very busy every day...

Moreover, although he was very interested in the miraculous disappearing 'angel' in the old man's mouth, he had no desire to listen to the boring words of the old taxi driver.

"Some things can't be stopped once they start." He wrote in the reply email.

Then, out of impatience, he gave a direct and naked voice reply: "Keep going, and go to hell after you get the money; or quit, and go to hell if you don't have a penny, you choose yourself!"

So, the little old man never sent an email again.

This kind of useless struggle is like a drop of rainwater falling into the sea, without even a ripple.

Moriarty smiled snortlessly and put the matter behind him.

Afterwards, there are still people who continue to 'suicide-like death'.

Proves that the taxi serial killer apparently did the 'go for it and go to hell with the money' option...until Sherlock Holmes caught him.

But like Sherlock, while Moriarty was excited about "making a case and fighting the opponent's wits, the pleasure of being evenly matched", at the same time, because of this incident, he turned his attention to another mystery hidden in London. On the power - a wizard with magical powers.

After about a week,

That 'blue-eyed, dark-haired young man' has appeared on the streets of London again, with the purpose...to break up the wonderful marriage of Dr. Watson, Sherlock Holmes' cohabitant?

And consider what the 'taxi serial killer' said in the email earlier that 'he's going to Club Diogenes'.

This guy is clearly, definitely connected to Mycroft Holmes.

So Moriarty got a little curious and wanted to try him himself.

As soon as this idea appeared, he felt the long-lost tension and excitement.

That is the instinctive excitement and excitement of human beings when they face unknown and mysterious things.

You know, before this, only the wits with Sherlock Holmes could arouse his such strong interest and emotional fluctuations.

'Awesome! '

Moriarty grinned happily. He pulled up his short-sleeved T-shirt and walked briskly, like a cheerful and sunny young man, to carry out a clumsy strike-up activity.

Things were going well when Daniel laughed and asked him 'by better person you mean yourself? 'when……

'Oops, checked'.

Little Jim happily showed his teeth. He put the business card he had prepared in Daniel's hand, and whispered in Daniel's ear, "When you need... remember to contact me."

The ending sound was raised slightly, like a small fish hook with a sweet bait... He, who believes in 'casting a long line to catch a big fish', happily stepped back and left, and made a lively gesture for calling.

Daniel waved goodbye to him with a smile all the way, and watched him leave.

But after that figure disappeared, he quickly threw the business card into the trash can.

'It's better to go directly to a consulting detective than to deal with a consulting criminal.Although he was just as crazy, at least the latter had Dr. Watson who could restrain him. '

Completely ignoring that he played Dr. Watson tonight, Daniel thought for granted, "If you invite Sherlock to the magic world, you must bring Dr. Watson with you."That kind and cute teddy bear is simply the conscience that Sherlock Holmes put outside his body. '

One thing after another.

Early the next morning after returning to the magic world, Daniel thought sadly: "This is really busy. I just said goodbye to the professor in the field of crime last night, and today I am going to see the professor in the field of potions. Recently, the word 'professor' It seems really destined."

However, what needs to be done still has to be done.

When we actually met, in Daniel's world, the master of Potions, Professor Snape, who was praised by many people, the first impression he gave... How should I put it, it was pretty bad and disappointing. .

In fact, the current time period is within a few years of Voldemort's resignation (which means that Lily Evans has not been alive for a few years)...

So, during this period of time, we can imagine... This man was almost overwhelmed by guilt.

There are two words to describe him, that is: the shape is pinched and the bones are erect, and the appearance is haggard.

He was thin and out of shape, with a tall body like a bamboo pole covered with a wizard's robe, and the wind blew up, leaving him empty.The face is also thin and fleshless, with high cheekbones, and the overly three-dimensional facial features make people look a bit mean and sharp. The greasy black hair hangs on both sides of the cheeks, making the face even more pale and bloodless, and the cold black eyes , looking at the world almost numbly.

Not so much a person as a 'walking zombie'.

"Merlin, look, look, what have you made of yourself." Lucius Malfoy looked at him almost in shock.

The platinum aristocrat ignored the obvious disgusted eyes of the other party, and circled around him. He frowned and muttered disapprovingly, "Damn it, I should have come to see you...Listen, if you do this again Go on, die in an unknown corner that day, quietly rot away, no one will find out, damn it! You can't do this to yourself!"

However, the professor just gave him an indifferent glance and said impatiently, "Shut up, Lucius."

Then, he cast his gaze on Daniel and asked directly, "I heard you want to see me?"

"Uh...yes." Daniel is obviously a little uncomfortable with the image of the professor at this time. The imaginary "infatuated man" did not appear, and the one in front of him is simply a "ghost alive".

"You tell Lucius, what the hell am I the man of the... publication?"

Snape frowned, and continued to speak slowly in his somewhat hoarse low voice.

"Uh... that's right." Daniel continued to blink his blue eyes and gave an affirmative answer.

"Then can you please excuse me and show mercy and tell the humble me..."

He let out a sneer, and said this with a sarcasm, and then, in his deep voice, he uttered a sarcastic tone that was almost as sharp as a knife, "How did you get the potion formula that I invented but never announced to the public, eh? "

"Uh..." Daniel was speechless. In the end, he gave the professor a heavy thumbs-up, "That's a good question!"

However, he yelled at the shameless scientific research groups in the United States in his heart: you bastards, when you repost someone else's potion, you should at least notify the original author!Now I'm the one who's fucking blamed!

Damn, I was approached by the original author, and I feel so nervous, what should I do?Can you give me money?Wait online, hurry up!