The Daily Life of Wizards [British and American]

"Oh, you're here?" Mycroft asked knowingly, as if pleasantly surprised.

He first motioned for Daniel to sit down, and then, carrying a coffee pot, he went over and poured him a cup of coffee, "This coffee is not bad, you can try it, I heard that in the wizarding world, the only drinks are tea, beer and Pumpkin juice?"

"It's a rumor!" Daniel replied, took a sip from his coffee cup and said, "There are all kinds of drinks in the wizarding world, and they are all very ornamental. Next time I have a chance, I will bring you a cake with a small cup made of cream on it." People can even dance to Swan Lake with the music.”

"Sounds good, thank you." Mycroft thanked politely.

He thoughtfully put the coffee pot by Daniel's hand for his convenience, and then continued to turn his head to sort out the piles of documents on the table, "To be honest, I'm very busy every Monday. Facing the stupid faces of a group of idiots, I also need to help contact the fighting cocks of various parties, prepare those messy documents, and select the really valuable things from piles of thousands of small pieces of information...Fortunately..."

He stopped what he was doing, turned around and said meaningfully: "The only thing that makes me happy today is seeing you. I have a hunch that you can help me solve a big problem."

"I'm really honored." Daniel responded slightly sarcastically.

"I'm going to honor you more," Mycroft said. "I'll introduce you to someone later."

"Beauty?"

"male."

"Hey, I'm not much interested in men."

"Would you like a small biscuit?" Mycroft took out a bag of biscuits from the drawer, "But I think this man may make you an exception. Although he is a bit unlovable, he is still a gentleman at heart..."

His voice just fell, 'Bang! ' With a bang, the door was kicked open.

A man wearing a long black windbreaker with curly hair and fair complexion, with a short harpoon under his arm, rushed in like a gust of wind.

Behind him was a short, but very military-like Dr. John Watson, whom Daniel had dealt with indirectly...

"My God, Sherlock, don't you know how to knock? Also, what are you doing with that thing?"

Mycroft frowned and said displeasedly, "Damn, are you looking like you're seeing a guest?"

"This...is this the 'gentleman' you want to introduce to me?" Daniel muttered beside him speechlessly.

"Won't you see what I did? If your brain wasn't completely corroded by sweets." Sherlock stared at the bag of biscuits in his hand, and said sarcastically, "Don't eat any more, Mycroft, it's time for your dentist to scream again."

"I didn't eat it at all, I just took it out to entertain the guests." Mycroft justified, and then put the bag of biscuits back into the drawer.

Sherlock Holmes let out a loud sneer at this.

"I can't believe what I'm seeing," said Dr. John Watson, who came in after him.

With a broken expression on his face, "Mycroft, you will never guess what your brother did, I bet you can't."

"Bet me, then you're doomed." Mycroft said calmly, "He rushed into a butcher's shop, there must have been a dead pig hanging high there, and my wayward brother must have Is to leave his gentlemanly training behind, holding the short harpoon in his hand, wearing a shirt, in front of the public, poking the dead pig vigorously, once and again! I'm right Do you, Dr. Watson?" [Note 1] "How do you know?" Poor Dr. Watson opened his eyes wide, and he turned to look at Sherlock, and then turned back, bewildered like a child, " I want to say, this is amazing! How did you see that? Did you install some kind of camera to spy on us?"

"This doesn't require a camera, it's just a simple reasoning." Mycroft said indifferently. He was obviously different from the other Holmes in this point. He was impatient and didn't bother to explain his simple reasoning process.

He turned to look at Sherlock with disapproval, "Charlie, can you be a little less naive? If you want to test something, there is a whole laboratory for you to toss, and don't always run to scare those innocent Londoners."

"Mycroft, you always make a big fuss, poking dead pork doesn't affect the food, and..." Sherlock obviously didn't care about it, "I paid for it."

He quickly lost interest in the conversation.

He turned his head and stared at Daniel who was standing aside with two shining eyes, "Wow, a door to a whole new world opened for me."

"What? What?" Dr. Watson, who was completely out of state, looked at everything in front of him blankly.

"American," Sherlock said.

"I grew up in the US," McCoff added.

"Working on the stage, or in front of the camera."

"Well, a magician, a frequent guest on reality shows and other variety shows."

"It can be seen that he is vain, and a little conceited... He lives in an ordinary environment, but his elders... Maybe his father's family is very old... No, very old, um... There should be a sister."

"Yes, there is a cousin."

"Knows how to use a gun, but is not very good at fighting. He may have worked in a special department."

"Mysterious department."

"Come to England to inherit the inheritance..."

"Not just to inherit, but to serve me," Mycroft said. "My dear brother, can't you see that he is standing in my office now, preparing to report to me?"

"Obviously." Sherlock said unceremoniously, but also very sharply, "I can also see that he is very dissatisfied with you. He almost doesn't want to see you, and has been pretending that you don't exist. Seriously, Mycroft, you are so dissatisfied. Rich, can't you afford his salary? Is the British government's treasury bankrupt? Wait! Hey... what have you done to my Watson? Why is there guilt in your eyes?"

"What? What?" Dr. Watson raised his head, "I seem to have heard my name, are you calling me handsome? Uh..."

He continued to look at the three people present with a confused expression.

All three stared at him silently.

"Okay..." Dr. Watson said weakly: "I'm joking, you guys speak too fast, I don't understand, I mean..."

He showed a helpless smile, spread his hands and said, "This is a bit too mysterious for me."

"What is my Watson?" Daniel finally couldn't help complaining.

"Shut up! Accent, Watson. Listen and see with your ears and eyes, and don't just catch your breath all day long. Americans speak English very differently from English. He is, therefore, an American." , or lived in the United States." Sherlock replied: "Besides, the clever stance and the formulaic smile that looks silly but doesn't make people feel disgusted are obviously the experience of working in front of the camera. .”

"What's stupid? It's obviously charming." Daniel protested.

"His eyebrows have been trimmed, and his facial skin has been maintained. It is obvious that although he is very low-key, he is very vain and showy...Although he is smiling, his expression can hardly hide a kind of indifference...It is very contradictory. He Showing a confident and conceited attitude is not directly proportional to IQ, obviously there are some little secrets in our hearts that we don't know..."

"Can you shut up?" Daniel gritted his teeth.

"The sneakers he wears are comfortable, but they are not very good-looking. It shows that he is very casual in his daily life and does not pursue fashion. Everything is simple and convenient, and there is nothing too particular about it. However, he wears a pair of A very expensive gown, seriously, it's intolerable, it's so unsuitable... This kind of medieval gown, if it's not for stage performances, it's because the family is very old and must wear this kind of traditional clothing .”

Sherlock ignored his protest and continued to speak quickly: "Some details of the robe are very delicate, which obviously shows that he has a female elder who has taken care of the clothes for him, but it is a pity that this woman's 'careful preparation' is used in his clothes. It seems a bit wasteful. He doesn't cherish this robe very much... The relationship between him and that female relative is obviously average. They should have not been in touch for a long time, or even use each other? Really hypocritical!"

"Before coming here, he should have been to a house that has been abandoned for a long time, with a lot of dust on his shoulders and knees... There are very few houses in the UK that are so abandoned. It is speculated that you came to the UK to take over this house? Then it is the inheritance, and the possibility of the patrilineal inheritance accounts for the majority..."

He turned to Daniel, began to concentrate his firepower, and said to him very quickly: "You don't look very irritable now, it seems that you have found the right person, or a suitable way to help you clean up that house."

"Calluses on your fingers tell me you know how to use a gun and have practiced for a long time, but you don't stand like a soldier, shooting club? No, that has nothing to do with McCoff, so, Special department? Just now, Mycroft took the coffee pot from behind you. You were unprepared. Obviously, you are not the kind of person who is often in dangerous situations. You are not vigilant, civil servant? No, maybe it is more mysterious..."

"Since you came in from us, your demeanor and behavior are very natural, you are obviously good at communication, and you are used to dealing with people... But when you looked at us a few times, you deliberately avoided Watson, ah~! You are guilty..."

He showed an interested expression, and asked aggressively: "What did you do to him?" [Note 2] "God, this is really amazing. Although I didn't hear what you said clearly, but..." Simple Dr. Watson looked up at Sherlock, opened his mouth, sincerely and unreservedly praised, "Sherlock, you are really amazing."

"This kind of thing that everyone knows doesn't need to be repeated."

Sherlock Holmes said it as a matter of course, ignoring the little bit of joyful arc on the corner of his lips, he still pretended to be nonchalant on the surface.

"Don't mind, he's just childish." Mycroft summed it up despite his brother's protest.

He opened his eyes and said nonsense to Daniel, "Xiali is always so cute, just get used to it."

Daniel had a hard face, and it was difficult to say the two letters 'OK' against his conscience.

At this moment, he deeply realized 'why the police detectives of Scotland Yard wanted to gang up on this guy'.

'Who the hell wants to be treated as a human sample and analyzed from head to toe?Also rated as vain, conceited, love, and low IQ'

"Okay, okay, you all stop playing."

Mycroft looked like a mature and stable patriarch. He greeted the three of them, "I've asked you to come here for a serious business."

Daniel barely suppressed some extreme emotions, and asked with a smile on his face, "What's the matter?"

"Sherlock wants to visit the wizarding world, what capacity do you think it would be better for him to go?"

"The wizarding world! I knew it!" Sherlock Holmes cheered, jumped up with his hands clenched into fists, and then happily spun around on the spot.

"What what?" Poor Dr. Watson felt like he had become a parrot, and could only say a few words.

As for Daniel, with an expression of 'you are fucking kidding me', he asked in disbelief, "Is this what you said?"

(I have a hunch, you can help me with a big problem. -By Mycroft)

"It really is a big trouble." Daniel stared at the brothers.

"Sherlock is very smart, he can do many things for you." Mycroft said solemnly, "And, it's just a visit."

He turned his head and said seriously to his brother, "Sherlock, promise me that you won't make trouble."

"Of course, of course." Sherlock Holmes showed a very false smile and agreed, "I'm just curious to visit."

His "brother-controlled" elder brother, the shrewd Mr. Mycroft just turned a blind eye to his younger brother's perfunctory.

He smiled very calmly and said to Daniel, "Look, he agreed."

[Note 1] This stalk comes from the beginning of Conan Doyle's original book "Black Peter".

[Note 2] I wrote this analysis blindly, many of which are fabricated, obviously caused by the author's low IQ, please do not analyze and understand the textual research in detail, otherwise there will be many incomprehension and bugs.