The Daily Life of Wizards [British and American]

Nick Fury's luck is not bad.

Professor Snape just boiled a small bottle of Felix Elixir a few days ago, and then finished it.

Daniel insisted on getting the bottle of Shengfu elixir with a deadpan face.

After researching a bit, he found that there was still a little residue in it. After consulting the master of potions, "mixing water will not affect the efficacy of the medicine", he felt that pouring some water into it could still pretend to be "the effect of the medicine is not so strong." For the "Felix Elixir", sell it to the director at a cheaper price, it should... drink it without killing anyone!

Ignoring Professor Snape's extremely disgusted expression at that time, Daniel felt that the trip was worth it!

of course!

Due to the issue of Felicia... As a conscientious seller, Daniel packed an extra bottle of hair tonic in it as a gift when he went to deliver the medicines, as a gift to compensate for the quality problem of the 'Felix'.

He also deliberately wrote a small tag 'To Nick', and thought optimistically: 'Maybe next time we meet, the bald director will have a head of black hair? '

Then, he happily dropped by the Diogenes Club and went to report to Mycroft for a routine work.

When he arrived at the place, he was in vain.

"If there is something urgent, you can go to 221B Baker Street and look for it."

The receptionist lady who already knew Daniel in the McCoff reception room told him: "Sir, after seeing the news of the explosion at 221B Baker Street this morning, he rushed over there in a hurry. You should know...uh, his younger brother lives there. "

"Explosion?" Daniel was stunned for a moment: "Oh, okay, thank you."

As he thanked the assistant, he walked out. However, his thoughts couldn't help but reminded him of the person who was walking with him in Diagon Alley yesterday afternoon. He hesitated for a while, but he still couldn't hold back, and sent a text message. : "Did you do what happened at 221B Baker Street?"

["you saw it?"]

A short message soon appeared in the phone's inbox.

Followed by another letter: ["Honey, I am so happy to meet you, every minute and every second after we parted, I was suffering... I went to set off a big firework, next time , can you accompany me?"]

["Let's go to the streets of London to put beautiful fireworks!"]

["Shall we go play a game? Call Sherlock."]

["He can bring his blogger, how about I take you? Two-handed match?"]

["Would you like to have dinner with me tonight?"]

Daniel didn't talk to him anymore, he kind of didn't know what to say to this sociopath, saying you shouldn't hurt innocent people?Said it was wrong for you to do so?useless.

Because, you can never wake up a person who pretends to be asleep.

'This is Holmes' business. '

Daniel secretly warned himself in his heart, "The mess in the wizarding world is enough to bother me, let them handle these high-IQ matters by themselves." '

When he arrived at 221B Baker Street, Mycroft happened to come out of it. With the harsh sound of violins in the background, it seemed that some curly-haired detective was losing his temper again.

"Oh, it's you." Mycroft obviously didn't blame others for his brother's waywardness, he showed a gentlemanly smile to Daniel, "You seem to be in good spirits, how are you doing recently? ?”

Daniel directly ignored the ruins of 221B, and followed McCaw into his little black car.

"How is the progress, don't you know it clearly? To be honest, the current stall is a bit big. The wizarding world, in terms of concept and economy, almost lags behind this world. A little change, for them It is a huge innovation. However, the few people you sent are very good and have helped me a lot. The company can run so smoothly, thanks to their rich experience..."

"Come on!" Mycroft said with a smile. "If it's really good, you won't just keep them in adjutant jobs."

Daniel pursed his lips: "Staying in a deputy position does not hinder what you do. After all, your government has equity in these companies... But, Mycroft, I hope you know. Maybe one day in the future , wizards and ordinary people will become inseparable... This is also the direction we have been working towards. But in the very beginning, I still hope that wizards can be managed by wizards themselves."

"Of course." Mycroft replied with a smile, "I thought so at the beginning. In fact, wizards in the British wizarding world are also British citizens. The government should not, and it is impossible to do so unless it is a last resort. Do something unreasonable to your own people."

"That's not what you said when you first asked me to work." Daniel complained half-truthfully.

"I'm scaring you." Mycroft said frankly with a smile, "but now, you seem to have a sense of responsibility towards those wizards..."

"I do not have."

"You haven't?"

"..."

"London is a bit uneasy recently, and I may be very busy in the near future." McCoff continued to speak slowly along his own train of thought.

He thought for a while, took out a small notebook from his arms, wrote a series of phone numbers on the paper with a pen, and handed it to Daniel: "If you need it, you can call this number and tell the operator, 'Oxford shoes win brogues', and she'll connect you to the right person."

"Actually, I prefer sneakers."

"It's not bad, it's suitable for young people. If the operator is in a good mood, he may transfer you to the Adidas monopoly."

"What happens when she's in a bad mood?"

"Transfer to 999."

"Forget it, I still like to go to a physical store by myself to buy shoes." Daniel said solemnly.

"A physical store is a good choice. You can only know if the shoes fit you or not. By the way... the Homeland Strategic Defense Offensive and Logistics Support Agency." After reading it completely, under Daniel's admiring gaze, he asked nonchalantly, "Director...has Nick Fury contacted you recently?"

"Coincidentally, he just placed a batch of potion orders yesterday."

"What did he buy? He can be regarded as outstanding. Recently, he submitted a big plan to the International Security Council...By the way, did you have an idol when you were young?"

"Sir, what kind of potion the customer bought is a commercial secret." Daniel first answered his previous question, and he was embarrassed for the second question, but said a few words in a vague way: "No matter what big plan, and I This kind of ordinary people should not matter. As for idols... American children grow up watching Captain America cartoons. If you want to ask this."

"Yeah, that's right, Captain America. He's almost 90 now, isn't he? Pension age."

"But Captain America will never grow old in the hearts of Americans." Daniel replied seriously.

"You can get out of the car now."

"what?"

"You're here." Mycroft motioned him to look outside. "Aren't you planning to go to the Ministry of Magic today? I remember that this is where you entered the Ministry of Magic from the world of ordinary people. You can get out of the car now."

"How did you know I was coming... Forget it, I won't ask, thank you for sending me here."

Daniel shrugged, opened the door and got out of the car, and walked into the phone booth.

After watching the person disappear in front of him out of thin air, Mycroft raised his eyebrows and commented: "It seems that the wizard's spell is quite useful."

"According to the analysis of the current information, there are indeed many places for wizards to explore in their magic. However, the closure and backwardness of the wizarding world itself has directly led to the fact that wizards have more life magic than battle magic, and they are better at it. Most ordinary wizards don't have any sense of fighting." The assistant lady who said her name was Anthea replied.

Mycroft lowered his head and thought for a while, looked at the gloomy weather in London, and said in a low voice unhappy, "It seems that we have to hurry up."

["I dyed my eyelashes today, do you want to see them?"]

Daniel glanced at the phone's inbox as he walked towards the office of the 'Muggle Misuse of Substances Division' under the Department of Magical Law Enforcement.

After seeing this text message, he just raised his eyebrows and still didn't intend to reply.

At this time, people began to notice his appearance.

"Little Mr. Black, why are you free to come here today!"

"What are you going to do? Do you need me to guide you?"

"Are you looking for Director Stephen Blake? He just went out."

As he walked along, countless employees of the Ministry of Magic couldn't help raising their heads, looking curiously at this recent figure in the wizarding world, some cheerful ones went up to say hello, and some enthusiastic ones took the initiative to help guide the way.

"No, no, I'm just here to see Mr. Weasley."

Daniel hurriedly showed an official smile, and waved his hand to refuse, but this still couldn't stop everyone's enthusiasm, so he walked all the way to the Department of Prohibition of Muggle Abuse of Substances surrounded by everyone.

It was a small room at the end of the second floor.

As soon as I entered the door, I saw a lot of newspaper clippings and old photos on the wall of the room, including family photos, posters of Quidditch stars, and some major news reports published by the "Daily Prophet". Diverse, all-encompassing…

Daniel even saw a photo of Sirius in his youth, shoulder to shoulder with James Potter, and a wedding photo of James and Lily, Sirius dressed as the best man, who was behind, throwing flowers on the heads of the newlyweds , James stood next to Lily, with a bright smile, happy like a fool...

After seeing Daniel, Sirius in both photos gave him a playful wink.

"Merlin, little Mr. Black, how did you find this place?"

Arthur Weasley stood up from the back of the table in surprise, and then all the documents on the table were overturned following his reckless movements, and scattered all over the floor in a mess.

He smiled awkwardly, took out his wand in a hurry, and tapped it, the documents suddenly floated up, and fell neatly on the table again with a swipe. ).

"You can sit wherever you want." He said politely, but then added a little embarrassed: "It's a bit messy here."

"It's okay, you don't have to be busy." Daniel smiled very friendly and warmly at Mr. Weasley.

He found a chair at random, and he didn't care that the chair only had three legs left, and it creaked when he sat down.

His behavior was very casual, showing a sense of nonchalant chic, which obviously made this Mr. Weasley relax a lot.

Although he always heard his wife say 'this little Mr. Black is a good man', he was really impatient with the well-behaved style of the nobleman. Fortunately, the fake Patriarch of Black in front of him, although he was considered noble, didn't seem to have so many The fault of posturing.

Maybe he's more like Sirius?

Sirius is a Gryffindor, so maybe this little Mr. Black is also a Gryffindor!

Thinking of this, Mr. Weasley's movements became more natural and relaxed.

"What are you looking for me for?"

Mr. Weasley asked curiously, while pretending not to see those who kept walking back and forth at the door, as if they were delivering documents in a hurry (Mr. Weasley: wizards always use magic spells to deliver documents in mid-air Flying around, how can I run errands by myself?), in fact, it is to watch the wizards (mostly witches) of Little Black.

"That's right. I have a plan recently. I want to install cable TV for free for wizards currently living in London. If conditions permit, the network cable should also be pulled up. But I don't know which department of the Ministry of Magic belongs to it." Well, it seems that you are an expert in Muggle items, so I can only come to you for advice."

Daniel said straight to the point, "In addition, I also want to check the laws on the use of Muggle items in the wizarding world."

"What's a network cable? Wait, you mean the Muggle kind of TV?"

Mr. Weasley's ability to focus is on a par with Sirius, "I've seen it before, and I've always wanted to study how Muggles do it. Although their pictures don't move, the TV really does. Ah, very, very interesting..."

While chattering, he kept waving his arms, and his eyes sparkled even more, "Little Mr. Black, your idea is really great."

"Uh... yes, but the crux of the matter is, are there any restrictions on this from the Ministry of Magic?"

Daniel, who was used to the jumping thinking of the Gryffindors, was still trying to bring the topic back. He continued to ask seriously, "About the use of Muggle items."

"There are indeed restrictions." Mr. Weasley calmed down a little, and he looked around with a sneaky look.

Then, he sneaked up to Daniel, bent down, and whispered in his ear: "But when I made the law, I left myself a few back doors..."

"What?" Daniel looked over in surprise.

"Hush!" Mr. Weasley quickly motioned for him to keep his voice down.

Then, he pulled Daniel together and turned around, with his back facing the gate of the office.

The witches who couldn't see Little Black's pretty face all let out a dissatisfied sigh.

Then, the witches who had been watching at the door all of a sudden noticed the posture of the two of them.

Although the curves of Mr. Black's neck, shoulders, and back look perfect, the fat Mr. Weasley next to him is a bit of an eyesore, especially the thick arm on Mr. Black's neck...

They couldn't help showing hesitation (fierce) hesitation (light) in their eyes, thinking whether to rush over to stop 'this inexplicable Mr. Weasley from doing something to the handsome and lovely Mr. Black in their hearts'.

Of course, their deepest thoughts may not be so tactful.

Most of them probably shouted in their hearts: 'Weasley, let go of Mr. Black, let me do it! '