The Daily Life of Wizards [British and American]

The house elf Kreacher who 'has great discrimination against ordinary people (that is, Muggles)' quickly followed Daniel's instructions and brought Holmes and Watson to the study on the third floor.

Then, it raised its finger and waved it. There were many common-sense books on the bookshelf that were relatively harmless, such as "Education for Witches and Preschool Children", and they automatically and consciously lined up and flew out in a neat row. The stack fell on the desk next to it.

Immediately afterwards, it said loudly and politely: "Guests can read books by themselves." Then, it lowered its head and muttered in a low voice, "Damn Muggles, the Muggles polluting the air of Black's house..."

Soon, it couldn't wait to disappear into the air, as if staying with a Muggle for a minute longer would poison it.

Ignoring this 'unpleasant' point, Dr. Watson, who just realized that such a mysterious country exists on the British mainland, was shocked.

He opened his mouth wide and repeated incredulously, "Sherlock, this is amazing, amazing."

"You've said it so many times, John," said Sherlock, looking around casually.

Strangely, he didn't seem so urgent at this time.

"That's not how you behaved just now." Dr. Watson said dissatisfiedly, "Just now you were like a hound, eager to break into the house immediately and study everything by smelling and sniffing."

"Hey, isn't that what you expected?" Sherlock Holmes raised his eyebrows.

"What?" Watson repeated in disbelief. "What do we expect?"

"That's right." Sherlock tilted his chin sideways, such a side angle made his already three-dimensional facial features look more handsome.

He said arrogantly and contemptuously, "Blake's eyes are full of words like 'Sherlock is a big trouble'. So, I think I should behave more in line with his expectations, so that he can feel more at ease Son."

"What kind of nonsense is this?"

"That little Mr. Black was very reluctant for me to come over, but he agreed very simply at the end... Don't you think, this is a bit contradictory? It's worth exploring... Probably except for this mysterious wizarding world, he There are other secrets in my heart."

Sherlock crossed his fingers on his chin, his eyes were full of interest, "Mycroft must have seen it too, it's a pity that the fat man is lazy, he is too lazy to find out the truth, which makes him lose a lot of fun, but I am different , I'm really curious and curious..."

"Wait, Sherlock, Mycroft is not very fat... Besides, I still don't understand." Watson said honestly: "Everyone has their own secrets, Sherlock, you can't ask everyone to be right. You are frank and honest."

"No, no, it's different, John." Sherlock waved his hand and said, "That Mr. Black knew me in advance, what I do, and whether I'm a detective or a curious consulting detective. If he really doesn't want me to pursue his little secret at all, before that, he can firmly reject Mycroft's suggestion and not bring us to the wizarding world. However, he agreed, and after hesitating for a while, Yes. What does that mean?"

"I don't know, Sherlock, you're talking about me...a little dizzy."

"Two possibilities." Sherlock raised a finger, "First, he is hesitating, hesitating whether to reveal a certain secret; second, he hopes to reveal the secret, but the time has not yet come."

"It's also possible that he can't refuse Mycroft at all." Dr. Watson also began to think seriously, "Seriously, Sherlock, your brother is really powerful, and it's not easy to refuse him. .”

"Yes, yes, Mycroft..." Sherlock muttered a little unhappy, "This may be a reason, but as far as I observe the character of Mr. Black, I am sure that my just now The inference is correct."

Watson was still a little confused, but he had always admired and trusted Sherlock's magical detective skills, so he didn't ask any more questions for a while to refute.

He touched his forehead, trying hard to understand the words of the other party, "You mean, there will also be 'things' (cases) here in Daniel that require your intervention, but for whatever reason, he is still in a state of hesitation and conflict. status?"

"That's a good summary." Sherlock nodded, "Let's analyze it together, John."

He continued, "The secrets behind them, the reasons and so on, can be left for later. Now, let's just look at this house, what can you see?"

"I can't, Sherlock." Watson shook his head hastily.

Then, he seemed to think of something, and a shy and embarrassed smile appeared on Yuanyuan's face: "Come on, I don't want to give you a chance to make fun of me."

"But I need you, John." Sherlock blinked his bright eyes, looked sincerely at the short soldier, and confessed, "My dear Watson, you can always bring me different ideas."

"Hey...Okay." The doctor who couldn't resist his offensive at all suddenly smiled awkwardly, and said hesitantly, "Then I'll try."

He looked around first, then recalled the scene he saw before, imitating Sherlock's 'deductive method', and slowly said: "This is an old house, passed down from generation to generation."

"Obviously," Sherlock agreed, "Go ahead."

"There are three rooms and a living room on the second floor, and there is a room and a study on the third floor. We haven't been to the fourth floor yet, but by visual inspection, there are at least one or two rooms. Therefore, this should be a big family with a large population. of."

"So-so...but the basic idea is right!"

"Exclude the witchcraft and magic issues that we don't know much about. According to common sense, this should be a declining and conservative noble family. Because many places are very particular, and there are some utensils, gold cups, silver snuff bottles and so on... I also saw two There seems to be a family tree tapestry over the mantelpiece... well, besides that, the discussion about the 'glory of the house-elves' just now, I don't think the family's old traditions are going very well."

"Fine, go on."

"There are a lot of books in the study..." John raised his head, and carefully looked at the rows of tall bookshelves not far away, "I feel that some books are very precious. This family should be very prosperous in the past, and it should be near It hasn't fallen in a few years."

"How do you know it's the last few years?"

Watson slyly lifted a newspaper clipping from the table next to him: "Look, it's written in the newspaper. Look, Sherlock, the pictures here are amazing, and the people inside can still move."

Sherlock suddenly laughed.

He took the old newspaper clipping with some yellow tear stains on it. On the front page, in big bold letters, he wrote two full lines of headlines: The last heir of the Black family--the vicious Death Eater-Sirius Sentenced to Azkaban Prison.

Below is a detailed record of how Sirius blew up half the street and killed 13 people in the Muggle streets.

In addition, there is a photo, in the photo: the wizards are walking back and forth in a panic, and a man in a black wizard robe with blood on his face is standing in the ruins and laughing calmly.

"Nice job, John." Sherlock said approvingly, and then, looking at the newspaper clipping, he smiled confidently.