The Daily Life of Wizards [British and American]

In just one day, the six wizards who came to help clean up the Black family's ancestral home had a completely new impression of Daniel Black, the heir to the legendary dark witch family.

Needless to say, the enthusiastic and cheerful ones are comparable to Gryffindors; the unorthodox ones actually have Muggle friends, and even leave their home to everyone and run out to play by themselves, let alone.

But after a busy day's work, besides the reward, each wizard got a very cute and thoughtful dessert, besides...

"Dear Molly, I hope you don't mind me calling you that."

Daniel blinked his big blue eyes, smiled and said: "I remember your little daughter was born a few years ago, she must be very beautiful... But, I've been too busy recently, I regret that I can't visit this little princess in person .So, I hope she likes this little dress... However, I don't really know how to buy children's clothes..."

He showed a shy and embarrassing smile, and gave his gift over with some trepidation, "For the sake of new friends, even if it's not suitable or you don't like it, please don't mind."

Mrs. Weasley was almost moved to tears.

She has always been a very optimistic witch in her bones. Although she needs to raise seven children, and the burden of the family often makes her unable to stand up straight, she never complains and can always educate each child with her love.

However, sometimes life is not satisfactory, and the embarrassment of her family still makes her worry and feel uncomfortable from time to time.

Of course she doesn't feel sorry for herself, but as a mother, when she sees that her lovely little daughter hasn't had a new dress since she was born...that beautiful little baby girl can only wear clothes that her brothers have washed and faded Needless to say, she felt sour when she turned old clothes into baby clothes.

Mr. Black's gift was obviously thoughtful and considerate to the extreme.

For this point alone, Mrs. Weasley would absolutely not believe a word of this gentleman if anyone said anything bad about him in the future.

She warmly embraced the blue-eyed handsome young man, "Merlin, thank you for your kindness. Of course you are my friend and a friend of the Weasley family. You are welcome to visit the Burrow when you have time."

Daniel patted her shoulder lightly, and smiled awkwardly in her arms.

(For a long time, Lucius Malfoy couldn't figure it out: Molly Weasley just ran to Daniel's house as a 'servant' for a while, and then she 'surrendered' completely?

This is unbelievable. He has always felt that Daniel has some kind of deceptive little witchcraft, and he has personally inquired about it several times, but found nothing. )

The other five wizards also received a very thoughtful gift. For example, a young wizard who likes music got a magic trumpet that can sing more than 300 songs; A witch who is afraid of the cold got a woolen coat made of good material; another wizard who said that he likes to read books in his spare time got an Encyclopedia of the British Empire...

In short, maybe the gifts are not worth much, but everyone feels that they are valued, and this feeling is hard to buy with money.

So, like Christmas, they explained the completion of today's work, made an appointment for the next time to clean up, and left the room happily and happily.

"People are always easy to be tricked and bought by a little false kindness."

Sherlock, who had been silent all the time, looked at the leaving figure, leaned over to Dr. Watson, and suddenly said such a sentence.

"What did you say?" Dr. Watson was very pleased to see the kind scene in front of him, but he was confused by his words and didn't know what to say.

The upright military doctor retorted unhappily, "Sherlock, do you have to be skeptical of all the goodwill around you? This is just normal interpersonal communication."

"Normal interpersonal communication is to give each other some worthless things, and then say some flattery words that you don't believe but the other party loves to hear, and finally waste each other's precious time...Okay, okay, I won't say it." Sherlock curled his lips, "The truth is always unpopular."

"So, just say a few words less!" Daniel Black turned around and said helplessly to the curly-haired detective.

"I do not!"

"I only promise you that you will not speak during the 'normal interpersonal communication' with that group of people just now, not now." Sherlock said plausibly.

He completely ignored Daniel, the master, and couldn't wait to enter the house belonging to the wizard to explore, "Why are you so dazed, come in quickly, let me see what's in the wizarding world?"

"Sherlock, the master is still here, you are too rude!" Dr. Watson looked at him weakly, but he also couldn't hide his curiosity, "Uh...MayI?"

"Yes, yes, of course, as long as you don't get scared." Daniel said with a smile, he had a strange mood of 'taking the children to the amusement park' for no reason.

"I hope you are as careful as possible." Daniel Black said, "Wizard's home, especially this kind of old house, will always have some small traps and small spells, so I asked someone who is also a wizard to help me clean it up, but In just one day, what should be cleaned up is not thorough enough."

"Of course, we will be careful." Sherlock replied, but his actions were completely opposite, like a hound that was having fun, he rushed in first.

Watson smiled shyly at Daniel. Holding back his curiosity, he politely walked into the house with his master.

"what is that?"

After looking around, Dr. Watson curiously pointed to the wall next to the stairs leading to the second floor, where there was a row of eye-catching plaques, with a row of crumpled house-elf heads glued to the plaques.

But obviously, the military doctor who had never seen a house-elf obviously didn't realize the cruelty of it, and he even made a joke with great interest: "What kind of decoration is that, a bit weird? It looks like It looks like a human-like head, but it doesn't look like it, Sherlock also has this hobby, putting skulls on the bookshelf or something..."

"Damn it, I forgot to tell them to remove this thing and threw it out." Daniel covered his head and wailed, "It's all because of Mycroft who called me away, and the troll's leg umbrella stand, I didn't throw it away either." , this is a dark hobby..."

He sighed, and gave Watson a soothing smile, "Don't be surprised later." He reminded him, and then yelled, "Kreacher! Kreacher!"

A loud pop, thin, half-man tall, wrinkled pale skin, bat-like ears with clumps of white fur, draped in a tattered rag that looked a little cleaner—the Blake family's domesticated Kreacher the elf appears in front of the fireplace.

He first used a voice that everyone could hear, and muttered in a low voice: "The new owner of the fool brought friends home! The new owner of the fool actually brought Muggle friends home! The new owner of the fool actually brought Muggle friends home Back to Blake's ancestral home!"

Then, with a normal voice, he bent down respectfully, but said with contempt in his eyes, "Master, what's the matter?"

"What is this?" Dr. Watson looked at the house elf that appeared out of nowhere, and almost jumped up in fright. He looked at Daniel in shock and asked.

Sherlock, who has been touching left and right, kept exploring and studying the old house, but suddenly ran to the front. He even stretched out his hand with bright eyes, trying to touch this never-before-seen house. Creatures - Kreacher.

"Stop, Kreacher." Daniel stopped Kreacher's finger with a headache. This house-elf, who despises Muggles from the bottom of his heart, definitely wanted to teach Sherlock a painful lesson just now, so as to 'be attacked by Muggles' For the sake of name, hit people into the air or take the opportunity to throw people out of the house...

"Sherlock, calm down. There are many dangerous things here. I don't want you to have an accident. This will make it impossible for me to explain to McCoff." He turned his head and told the one who was curious about everything and desperately wanted to After exploring the curly-haired detective, he continued with the question just now.

He pointed to the row of house elf head decorations and the troll leg umbrella stand, and said to Kreacher, "Kreacher, throw this, this, it's too ugly to put it here."

"No!" Kreacher let out a scream, and it shouted in disbelief, "Master, you can't do this! That's our glory, the glory of the house-elves! After Kreacher dies, he will have his head Cut it off, glue it on the plaque, and put it there."

"What, what's that? It's talking about its own head? Cut off its own head? Did I get it wrong?" Dr. Watson said in extreme shock, "My God, this is so barbaric!"

"Come on, John, it's nothing unusual. Head decorations are common."

Sherlock Holmes said, "Since ancient times, many peoples have used human heads as decorations, such as Indian head shrinking. Many primitive people believe that killing an enemy does not mean eradicating future troubles. In order to avoid revenge by the soul of the dead, they must be cut Lower the head, peel off the internal tissues such as the skull and eyeballs, leaving only the entire scalp, and then suture the eyes and mouth with twine, soak it in tannin-rich herbs and boil it..."

"Stop! Stop! Stop!" Dr. Watson showed a disgusted expression, "I don't want to hear this, thank you."

Ignoring the discussion between the two, the 'master and servant' here have also entered the stage of confrontation.

Kreacher's tears poured down from both sides of the big nose, and it was sad as if it wanted to die immediately... Seriously, it was ugly... but its grief was obviously very real.

"Master, you can't do this!"

It broke down crying and shouting in a hoarse bullfrog voice, "You can't, you can't, you can't..."

Daniel rubbed his temples with a headache, "Kreacher, don't cry, Kreacher...damn it, I command you not to cry...well, I won't throw it away, I won't throw it away...that troll leg umbrella stand Don't throw it away, you can keep it. But, can you take it somewhere I can't see it, it's really hurting the eyes in the hall..."

With a bang, the old house-elf immediately removed the troll-leg umbrella stand.

It hadn't been this 'clean' since Daniel took over the Blacks.

After finishing this task, it quickly appeared in front of everyone, stood upright, opened its eyes wide, and asked enthusiastically, "What else does Master need? Kreacher can do anything."

"It's changing really fast." Dr. Watson said subconsciously.

"It's very interesting, but also very contradictory." Sherlock Holmes looked at it with strange eyes, and commented thoughtfully: "It's obviously very strong in slavery, but inexplicably has its own persistence. What are you insisting on? Interesting..."

"Kreacher is a good house-elf, Kreacher adheres to the tradition of the Black family." Kreacher raised his head, puffed out his chest, and argued with the Muggle.

Then, he turned his head to look at Daniel, and said not so willingly, "I... I also listen to the master."

"Including calling the master a fool?" Watson pointedly complained.

Kreacher pretended not to hear.

He began to court with enthusiasm, probably afraid that Daniel would change his mind again and throw 'House-elf Glory' out of the Blacks' house.

"Master, master, Kreacher is going to make you some tea, what would you like to drink?"

Daniel was quite speechless looking at this old thing that was 'pretty and respectful'.

"Okay, okay, I'm afraid you'll spit in my tea..."

(Background sound: Kreacher will not, Kreacher is a good elf.)

"Clean up yourself, I don't like to see you looking sloppy. Then, when you have time, clean up the house..." Daniel ordered.

Then, he turned his head to Sherlock and Watson and suggested, "Do you want to start with the study? I'll help you find some books on common sense in the wizarding world, at least a little basic, before studying other things?"

"Okay." Sherlock blinked and agreed simply.

He promised so quickly and well-behaved that Daniel couldn't believe it.

Daniel then looked at the other party suspiciously, but in the end he couldn't see anything, so he had to reluctantly believe that he was really not planning any ghosts.