The Daily Life of Wizards [British and American]

--come see me!

Because of such a simple text message, Daniel went out despite the darkness of the sky.

However, when sitting under the theater and watching "Hamlet", he really couldn't control his bewildered expression.

After all, how many people have seen "Hamlet" starring Professor Moriarty, an expert in criminology in London?

A poorly known theater with a poorly made poster outside, which read: Richard Brooke starring.

Who the fuck is Richard Brooke?

As soon as the play was over, the BOSS-sama in costume with a cheerful expression ran down from the stage enthusiastically.

When he ran all the way, the people around kept patting him on the shoulder, praising and encouraging: Richard, this performance is awesome!Richard, you have come a long way!Richard, I believe you will be starring at the Royal Shakespeare Theater sooner or later!Come on, Richard!

"You are so kind." Moriarty stood in front of Daniel happily. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and said excitedly, "Hi, Daniel, have you been waiting for me for a long time?"

He blinked those flexible eyes, and said in a somewhat embarrassed and nervous tone, "I really wanted to let you come to my performance, so I called you many times. You just watched Is it? I mean... what do you think of my acting?"

"Richard?"

"Yes, it's me."

"Okay." After Daniel understood what he meant by 'now my name is Richard', he stopped pursuing the damn name.

"Hmm...you did a good job." He commented seemingly fairly, "I don't know much about drama, but really, it's very contagious!"

"Thank you! You know, everyone has a different Hamlet in their hearts. I'm so glad you like mine." Moriarty's eyes were shining, and his face seemed to be a little red with excitement.

He jumped over happily and gave Daniel a big hug.

The audience who didn't leave all around, as well as some troupe personnel in the backstage, saw such a scene, and they all smiled kindly, and some young people clapped and whistled.

This is really...

To be honest, Daniel was a little at a loss. He clearly knew that this guy in front of him was fickle, loves to act, and was extremely dangerous. It is impossible to refuse.

At this time, the backstage staff began to call him, and even joked: "Richard, change your clothes first, and then go on a date!"

While laughing, Moriarty suddenly lowered his head and kissed Daniel gently on the face: "Wait for me, honey."

Daniel was completely numb, 'Damn it, I was kissed by a man! '.

He hesitated for a while, thinking whether to wash his face, when a kind girl next to him handed over a tissue, she covered her mouth and snickered: "Hurry up and wipe off the lipstick marks, if you go out like this in a while, you will be laughed at." Ha ha."

"Thank you." Daniel took the tissue and wiped it on his face for a long time before he felt a little better.

"Richard is a nice person. I was very nervous when I was on stage last time. I said a wrong line, and I thought it must be over! Fortunately, he followed my wrong line and continued. I am so grateful to him." Girl explain.

"Uh...um." Daniel didn't know how to answer this sentence, but just smiled awkwardly.

But obviously, this girl was a bit misunderstood, she said with a smile: "You don't have to be too shy! Our troupe is more open and doesn't care about the actors' private lives. Are you that one?"

"what?"

"It's... gay!"

"We're not, thanks."

"Honey, wait a long time!" Appeared out of nowhere, Moriarty, who had finished changing his clothes, suddenly hugged Daniel from behind, and kissed him on the cheek very naturally.

"No?" The girl suddenly showed a very ambiguous smile, "Okay, you are not."

"Louise, if you don't come home, your father will be worried." Moriarty said with a smile, and then blinked again, "What were you talking about just now, about me?"

"Well, I'm complimenting you on what you helped me last time." The girl named Louise smiled cheerfully. She stood up, carried a small schoolbag with double shoulder straps on her back, waved goodbye and said, "Have a nice date , I won't bother you."

"We're not, not dating!"

"Thank you, Louise, and be careful on the road."

"I don't like this kind of misunderstanding." Daniel gritted his teeth and said, "If you have nothing to do, I plan to go back."

God knows, the play of Hamlet lasted nearly three hours. He has no artistic talent, and he doesn't have much interest in dramas. After sitting for three hours in a row, his patience is almost exhausted.

"Do you like Hamlet?"

"what?"

"Do you like Hamlet?" Moriarty asked repeatedly as he walked forward, "By the way, it's so late, do you have anything you want to eat?"

"You can eat whatever you want." Daniel subconsciously answered the following question.

But the previous question... He couldn't help but think about whether there was any potential meaning in it. It couldn't really be for the discussion of art, could it?However, looking at the expression seems to be just a simple problem.

"I don't really understand." He replied cautiously, "I only remember one sentence, 'We often put on expressions of faith and pious actions, but sugar coat the nature of the devil'."

Moriarty gave him a surprised look, and then, he laughed, "Relax, honey, I'm just treating you to dinner. Then, talk about anything. If you don't like this topic, we can change it." One. I very much hope you enjoy your evening. If, you tell me again, you decide to stay the night, I could literally jump for joy."

"No." Daniel gave him a weird look, and quickly refused, "I'm not trying to shirk anything, and I'm not deliberately delaying time, but I'm really busy recently. In fact, if you want, we can Make an appointment...tomorrow, how about tomorrow? I'll take you to visit Diagon Alley..."

"Don't say such nonsense!"

Moriarty put a finger to his lips, and there was a hint of childlike innocence and a happy smile in his beautiful dark eyes.

He said in a low voice: "Don't you think, the night is beautiful now?"

"I kind of want to laugh." Daniel replied frankly, "If you keep talking like this, I want to call the police."

Moriarty dropped his head on his shoulder in frustration, and he complained unhappily, "When I said that last time, Jasmine was obviously moved."

Daniel raised his eyebrows subconsciously, thinking back to the character named 'Jasmine', it seems that there is only the female forensic doctor who has a crush on the curly-haired detective... Although this kind of thing has nothing to do with him, out of respect for women, he still feels that Should say something.

"Did you lie to the girl?"

"It's not a lie." Moriarty replied, "I just helped her release the emotions in her heart... Her backlog of emotions that are difficult to discharge and vent."

"Like you helped those criminals?"

"Daniel, Daniel!"

Moriarty's expression turned cold all of a sudden, and he said indifferently: "Why do you always talk about such boring topics? I really want to have a night date with you, but why do you keep talking about Something nasty."

"I want to get to know you, my date!"

Daniel was not frightened by him, but instead followed his words and replied, and he smiled calmly: "Compared to your disguised appearance, I am more used to facing you like this."

Moriarty's eyes lit up again, he was like a child seeing a toy, and his emotions became excited again: "Know me? Okay!"

He grabbed Daniel and started running down the street.

Seriously, this is so silly!

The two men were still running down the street holding hands... Daniel almost wanted to Apparate and leave this place immediately...

They then shared a mediocre steak, no big surprises, but not too bad to eat.

During the period, they also discussed "Hamlet" in a serious manner, and talked about some of Daniel's experiences living in the United States.

Finally, when Moriarty graciously invited him to the bar, he finally solemnly refused.

"I have to go home," Daniel said. "We can have an appointment tomorrow."

"I'll give you a call." Moriarty said affectionately.

Daniel smiled and nodded, then quickly got away and left.

'I really don't know what he's thinking! '

Daniel was thinking about a headache as he walked towards home.In fact, he didn't mind Moriarty messing up the wizarding world. Anyway, Mycroft and the curly-haired detective ended up in the end, so when he couldn't figure it out after much deliberation, he simply threw the matter aside.

Daniel, who thought he could take a good rest when he returned home, was stunned when he opened the door.

Even though it has been remodeled, there are still children's cheerful laughter in the gloomy old house of Black.

The moment he walked into the living room on the first floor, a kid with messy hair trotted over with unsteady steps, and bumped into his leg.

The child hugged his thigh, raised his head in confusion, curiosity and ignorance flashed in his emerald-like eyes, he bit his thumb, turned around and called in a childish voice: "Sirius... the guest... "

'What the hell is going on? '

Daniel was stunned again.

At this moment, Kreacher suddenly appeared in front of him, and said respectfully, "Master, Mr. Malfoy needs to find you urgently, can you turn on the fireplace?"

At the same time, a text message alert sounded on the mobile phone.

He looked down, and Moriarty actually sent a love poem: You can doubt that the stars are torches; you can doubt that the sun will move; you can doubt that the truth is a lie; but my love will never change.

Daniel didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He looked down at the phone and seriously thought about the connotation. However, it might be the difference in IQ, or it might be the inability of normal people and psychopaths to communicate. In the end, he could only attribute it to Moriarty being insane again.

Then, he answered Kreacher unconsciously: "Oh, let him come!"

One minute later, when he saw two people coming out of the blazing fire in the fireplace, Daniel began to regret the terrible decision he had made just now without thinking more carefully.

He's starting to get a headache because...

I saw a certain professor who was supposed to be in Hogwarts' death house, striding forward, swinging his black wizard robe, and coming out of the flames. He followed behind Lucius, with a menacing look and an extremely gloomy expression.

"Look! Harry, I've found an even better toy."

Just in time, Sirius rushed out from a room upstairs, and he slid down the handrail of the stairs lively (Daniel couldn't help complaining: Sirius, you are in your 20s, not two years old!!) , shouting happily.

The three parties finally met...

"Oh boy!"

Daniel held his forehead and sat down on the sofa weakly. A sentence flashed in his heart: Live in the Shura field! !

The green-eyed kid innocently looked to the left and then to the right. Then, he sat down on the carpet heartlessly, clapping his hands and giggling foolishly.