The Daily Life of Wizards [British and American]

221B Baker Street.

"Don't tell me, let me guess."

The curly-haired detective crossed his hands on his chest, stretched out his long and thin legs, and nestled lazily on the single sofa by the window.The corners of his mouth raised slightly, and with a posture that he had expected long ago, he said in an affirmative tone: "The real murderer should be the deceased Peter Pettigrew."

"That's right, but..." Daniel replied distressedly. The best solution to this matter is actually to catch the 'dead' Pettigrew.

But the problem is that Pettigrew ran away after the incident, until the third child of the Weasley family—Percy?It was introduced as a pet mouse when Weasley was at school.

This also means: At this point in time, it is difficult to find traces of dwarfs.

"But how to prove this is a difficult problem. The bureaucrats of the Ministry of Magic, out of face, are not willing to admit the mistakes they have made easily."

"It's been expected." Sherlock responded to him lightly.

"Sherlock, who are you talking to?" Dr. Watson just walked in from the outside at this time, he asked casually, took off his coat and hung it aside.

Recently, I found a part-time job in a small clinic nearby. The work is not very busy, but it makes his life very fulfilling (Sherlock has been opposed to this matter, he bluntly said 'that is a waste of time, no fun at all', and Watson retorts that 'that is a social activity necessary for normal people').

"Ah, it's you, Mr. Black. Did you come here because of the newspaper clipping last time?" After seeing Daniel Black sitting there, he suddenly showed a dazed expression, "By the way, Xia Locke, didn't you tell me before that that person might be wronged?"

This honest and kind military doctor didn't even know how to hide a little bit, so he just told the discussion between the two of them directly.At the same time, he urged his roommate: "What's the situation now? Is there any evidence? Sherlock, think of a way to rescue that innocent person!"

Daniel moved his eyes subconsciously and glanced at the past.

"You're doing hero worship again, John." Sherlock said with a slightly pleased look on his face.

He spoke very fast and joked, "Although there is nothing wrong with you admiring me. Because for you, you probably won't be able to reach my height in half your life (Watson: Yes, because I have passed development period)."

"But everyone has their own strengths. At least you are doing well as a doctor, unlike me... For me, many things are not too difficult, so, sometimes, life is really difficult. It's boring."

When he said this, the light in his eyes dimmed a lot, "To be honest, if it weren't for the interesting spells of yours, let me study them for a while... I really like this kind of spells." There is no interest in cases that are clear at a glance. Fortunately, I like these novel knowledge, and it is also a good way to change my mind once in a while."

"You study that pile of obscure spell books just for fun?" Dr. Watson was surprised, and then he said bluntly, "Say something that we all understand, and you finally figured it out?" What? Can you explain, please?"

"Don't you understand?" Sherlock looked at Watson in surprise, and then at Daniel who was sitting on the other side in surprise, "I just said that the real culprit is probably the dead one—Peter Pettigrew. "

"I don't understand." Watson spread his hands and said, "Before you pointed to the man in the newspaper clipping and said that he might be wronged, I don't understand. Where did you draw your inference? Now, you say The 'victim' is the 'true murderer', I don't understand."

"Use your little brain, don't make it too rigid, John." Sherlock said with a smile, "Once you have eliminated the miscellaneous causes, what remains, no matter how unbelievable, must be the truth."

Sherlock Holmes said firmly, "This is such a simple case. Because I am not familiar with magic and spells in the wizarding world, and it has been a long time, it is difficult to find relevant people to investigate. I just submitted a case a while ago. pen pal……"

Watson was surprised: "You actually know how to make pen pals?"

"It's nothing unusual. Occasionally I have to have my own social life, the social life of normal people." Sherlock blinked and said solemnly, "That Dr. Reid gave me a lot of new research directions in criminal psychology. So, for this case, I simply analyzed the psychological character of the legendary murderer 'Sirius'..."

"Let me intervene." Daniel interrupted the conversation (da) talk (qing) discussion (ma) discussion (qiao) between the two people, "Sherlock, analyzing psychology is useless. The purpose of my coming is not to discuss who The real culprit. In fact, I'm pretty sure Sirius is innocent, but I need a piece of evidence."

"Finding evidence is the job of the police, please go out and turn left to Scotland Yard."

"I'll bring you a blood tonic next time."

"Only blood tonic?"

"At most, a little diluted euphoria potion. Enough is enough, Sherlock. Most of the wizard's potions are aimed at people with magical powers. In fact, even blood tonic potions must be diluted before ordinary people can use them. I dare not Give you a potion that is too powerful, and if something happens to you, Mycroft will definitely want to kill me."

"I'm just using it for research..."

"I don't believe you can restrain your curiosity."

"Okay, but you give me a few more bottles, I'm going to experiment."

"make a deal."

As soon as the deal was concluded, Sherlock jumped up from the sofa in an instant.

With his long legs, he nimbly jumped over the sundries piled on the ground, opened a drawer, and took out a black box.

"This thing really has no technical content at all." He walked over with the thing and complained, "If it weren't for the destructive power of Curious Wizard, I really wouldn't investigate this thing."

He put the things on the coffee table, opened the box, pointed to the things inside, and introduced them one by one: "On the day of the incident, the all-day surveillance video of the bombed block in London is enough for you to fully restore the events of that day. Now the real situation. Since it is an explosion case, here is an investigation report from Scotland Yard..."

"This is a police document. How did you get it?" Watson stood aside and asked casually.

"Stolen." Sherlock replied, "Although the police officers on duty at the scene are not high-level, at least they maintained the correct way of narrating the report, boring explanation. As for the forensic test report... Anderson's stuff is simply unreadable."

"But he thinks highly of you." Watson couldn't help laughing, "Anderson said that if you die, he would spend a lot of time doing an autopsy on you."

"If his scalpel is as sharp as his intellect, let him test it some day."

Sherlock sarcastically continued, "Besides, I seized the time to visit the families of the victims and the survivors on the day of the incident. This is their confession, with my analysis and inference beside it... "

(Watson: God, there are so many, when did you do it? I don’t even know.)

(Sherlock: While you're off to socialize normally.)

(Watson: Listen, Sherlock, I know you're not very happy with the job I've found...)

(Sherlock: I am very dissatisfied, thank you.)

(Watson: But I am a man, and I always have to work to earn money and meet my needs.)

(Sherlock: You can be my assistant, and I will pay you.)

(Watson: Don't make trouble.)

"Although the wizards seem to have some way to change the memory, but the method is too rough, it is no longer a clue, but a whole spider web hanging on the horse's hoof, it is an insult to IQ. By the way, that'terrorist ’, what kind of devil... Recently, I have a new interest in criminal psychology, and the development of that guy’s personality and psychology is worth studying, next time there is an incident in this area, you can come to me again.”

Sherlock simply ended the conversation and nestled back on the sofa.

He was holding a black teacup in both hands, sitting on the sofa, his eyes were lost in thought, and he didn't know what to think about.

"Uh..." Watson moved awkwardly, and said a little uncomfortable with the instantly quiet environment, "Well, Mr. Black, do you have anything else to do?"

"Oh, no." Daniel picked up the black box, "Thank you, Sherlock."

Detective Curly raised his eyelids: "Remember to transfer the money to Watson's account. By the way, blood tonic and joy potion... Thank you for your patronage, goodbye."

Daniel was surprised: "What? Won't McCoff be reimbursed this time?"

Watson was surprised: "What? Why did you charge me?"

"Mycroft said, it's your family's private affairs, it's not in the scope of work, and he won't sign and approve the reimbursement. By the way, John, you can go to the clinic and resign. This is my salary for this month."

Watson: Hey, you are simply buying and selling by force.

Sherlock: I'm helping you work and earn money to meet your daily needs

Daniel looked at the two people who were so noisy and lost themselves, and suddenly had a feeling that he was actually a light bulb that continued to glow. He smiled helplessly, hugged the black box, turned and left.

He was standing in a deserted alley not far from 221B Baker Street. He planned to apparate directly back to the wizarding world, but a strange sense of danger made him stop all of a sudden.

Daniel lowered his head subconsciously, a bright red spot slowly rose from his arm to the middle of his forehead.

Is this... the infrared sight on the gun? !

"Hi, honey, I gave you the number, why didn't you call me?" A plaintive voice suddenly rang in my ears.