The Daily Life of Wizards [British and American]

One morning about a day or two later, Daniel received a text message from Mycroft: Come quickly to 221B Baker Street.

He closed the inbox of his mobile phone, and suddenly felt a sense of dust settled in his heart.

When he came out of the bedroom and walked down the stairs, he saw Moriarty sitting in the living room on the first floor, carelessly picking through a candy box on the coffee table.

"Hi~! Good morning, dear." He lazily raised his head, reached out and hooked Daniel's neck, gave him a light kiss, and then complained, "Going out so early again? Could it be today? Do you want me to play alone?"

"I'm sorry, Jim." Daniel's blue eyes suddenly showed apology, "Too much has happened recently."

"I don't like this excuse very much." Moriarty grabbed a piece of strawberry candy and peeled off the wrapper. "Our great British government is calling you again."

Daniel raised his eyebrows and expressed his acquiescence without rebuttal.

Moriarty bit the piece of candy into pieces, making a crunching sound in his mouth, "Don't you find it annoying?"

"what?"

Moriarty narrowed his eyes and said suddenly, "No more than five times a day?"

Daniel was slightly taken aback, his blue eyes flashed with surprise, "How did you guess it?"

"I thought about it casually, but I'm not sure. Your reaction just now made me sure." Moriarty looked at him with interest, "Running around for other people's affairs..."

He spoke slowly, as if he was choosing his words carefully, "Daniel, you are more...honest...responsible than I thought."

A daze flashed in Daniel's blue eyes, and after a while, he calmly replied: "One has to be a little bit persistent, Jim."

"Hi, dear!" Moriarty stopped him again in that very brisk tone, and he blinked his eyes, which were as bright as black grapes, "I almost forgot to ask, Daniel, do you fall in love with me?" No?"

Daniel didn't seem to expect such a question, his face flushed slightly again, and after a while, he answered honestly: "I don't know...Jim, but I like being with you very much...it's just...you You might think I'm boring."

"No." Moriarty replied seriously, "Actually, you have brought me a lot of fun as an ordinary person."

Daniel smiled involuntarily, and then, with a bit of embarrassment and anxiety, he planned to go out.

The moment before he walked out the door, he couldn't help but look back...

Moriarty was peeling off the wrapper of the second candy. He threw a green candy into his mouth. It was a kind of candy unique to the wizarding world. It was harmless, but after eating it, his mouth and tongue would be bruised. Dye the same color as the candy.

He bit the candy, with a very happy and excited childish smile on his face, and he had some spare time to make a big grimace at Daniel who was turning around, with a green mouth, spitting out a little green dyed green mouth. Tongue.

He smiled and said: Trick or treat!

221B Baker Street.

Daniel and Mycroft appeared together in front of Sherlock Holmes.

"There are indeed geniuses and miracles in the world!"

Sherlock sat on the sofa, holding a cup of coffee, happily expressing emotions that no one understood.

Perhaps because he was in a good mood, it was rare that he didn't quarrel with Mycroft, but said in a cheerful tone: "I hope there are more interesting commissions like this. Thank you very much, Daniel, for helping me pass a lot of trouble." Dude, you know what? The few cases you commissioned at first glance were nothing new. Trying to fall asleep. I almost gave up, thankfully I didn't...Look, what did I find?"

"Old friend! Our old friend." He said in that excited tone: "I found a familiar spider!"

"Sherlock, it's nothing unusual. Every time I clean the basement, there are spiders. As for familiarity, I think each spider looks the same."

Mrs. Hudson came up wearing a small floral apron, carrying a small plate of biscuits. She smiled kindly at the men present: "It's just baked, you can try it."

"Thank you, Mrs. Hudson." Sherlock picked up a biscuit casually, took a bite and replied, "However, the spider I'm talking about is very different."

Daniel blinked his blue eyes and forced a smile, but he had already expected something, and his stomach tightened involuntarily.

He seemed to cooperate unintentionally and asked: "How can a spider be different?"

"Spiderman?"

Mrs. Hudson interrupted suddenly excitedly, and gossiped by the way: "Sherlock, did you read the newspaper two days ago? The newspaper also published photos. The superhero who reported on the United States, God, that guy is actually wearing a tight Clothes roaming the streets, it's horrible! I really don't understand the thinking of these Yankees, can't you change to a better uniform? When you are in good shape, wearing tights is really eye-catching...but seriously , This is so rude to the ladies. Don’t American girls think this seems perverted? If a shy woman like me is in the United States, I would hardly open my eyes and look around when I go out every day. If I see What should I do about things I shouldn't see..."

"Please don't talk nonsense, Mrs. Hudson. Besides, even if you want to see the boy wearing tights, no one at your age will want to show you." Sherlock held out his hand and stopped the lovely lady Continue to think about it.

(Ms. Hudson protested angrily: Sherlock, how could you say that to me, it's so rude!)

Then, he continued to speak quickly to state his thoughts: "The spider I'm talking about has been dormant in the center of the web, and it's not moving, but there are thousands of threads in the web, and he is aware of every tremor in it." Knowing everything."

"...I have found out all the real culprits of these murders. They seem to have no connection. The reasons for assassinating those wizards are simply ridiculous. As for revenge and racial discrimination, it is completely out of the question...but as long as If you observe carefully, you will find that each of them... each is a thread on a spider's web. What did you think of? That's right, the beautiful game of the London bombing not long ago, do you still remember it? ? Great! I met an old acquaintance again! Yes, he is Jim Moriarty!"

"He is still the same cunning. I checked these few murder cases in detail. It is really meticulous design and conception! These cases are like seemingly unconnected stars in the sky. They happened in the sky. Appeared in different places, at different times, in different ways... I have never been able to catch any evidence left by this spider, and even his little hairy feet only touch a little bit!"

"But I just know he did it! Can you imagine, Mrs. Hudson? I've got a real match for me..."

"I can't imagine it, but as long as he doesn't wear a perverted tights, I have no objection to you being together."

Mrs. Hudson responded to him solemnly and said, "Of course, most of the time, I still have to stand on the side of the lovely Dr. Watson. He is such a kind Mr. Heart. He helped me look at it before I was in a hurry to go out yesterday. Looking at my legs, it's been raining recently, and my legs feel a little uncomfortable..."

So, Sherlock rolled his eyes and simply ignored the nagging lovely old lady.

He stood up and walked back and forth in the room excitedly: "This is really a surprise! Wait! Wait! This time, I will catch him, catch him with my own hands, as long as he shows a little flaw, I will I will definitely catch him! Then, cut off his spider legs and send him to the dock!"

"Then you have to line up." Daniel whispered, the bad premonition finally came to fruition, his blue eyes gradually deepened, revealing a dark blue color of struggling and sadness.

He bit his lower lip and said word by word: "If he did all these things, I would be the one who most wants to send him to the dock."

"You?" Sherlock stopped walking, and he turned his head to look at Daniel carefully.

After a while, he raised his eyebrows and said calmly, "Yes, it's really a good thing that people can have fantasies."

(Mrs. Hudson: Fantasy, Sherlock, why not a dream?)

(Sherlock: Dreams have a certain success rate through hard work, fantasy can only be thought about.)

"You should have told me earlier that your new boyfriend is Jim Moriarty." McCoff said softly, "We have a little record of people like him. At least, I will tell You, he's one of the greatest master criminals in the world."

Daniel was silent.

"Oh, God." Mycroft seemed to see something from his expression and demeanor at this moment.

He couldn't help sighing in a low voice: "You actually knew about it beforehand! You knew that he was a dangerous criminal, yet..."

"Mycroft." Daniel shouted, and then closed his mouth again, as if he was angry with someone, he closed his mouth tightly.

"Okay! I have to say that your vision is very unique. Your little boyfriend is really smart and capable in terms of crime. No one can compare. But, Daniel, it's not that I underestimate you. To your degree, it's completely Not his opponent." Mycroft commented fairly.

"Then what should I do? Do nothing, raise your hands and surrender?" Daniel couldn't help but sneered.

Mycroft stopped, and he looked at this subordinate quite sympathetically, but it was obvious that he was not much different from his younger brother in terms of comforting people.

"It is recommended to break up as soon as possible." Sherlock said directly, "In nature, the more dangerous, the more colorful the appearance. Human beings are always attracted by the beautiful colors, and ignore the danger itself."

"My mind is a bit confused now." Daniel replied frankly, "I just guessed that he messed with me in some things, but I didn't expect him to do so much from the beginning... He clearly promised me before So, are you lying to me from the beginning?"

He stared silently at the stack of documents in his hand with blue eyes, which recorded all the cases that could be found in Muggle society recently.

The wizard has no way to investigate in detail for the time being, but every Muggle who attacked the wizard had a brief contact with Moriarty. Or a roadside ask for directions), so, this proves nothing.

For Daniel, who knew Moriarty's true nature, it was enough to prove his conviction.

Although a conviction without evidence seemed a bit excessive, that was Moriarty.

"It's the stupidest thing to do to trust a criminal, luckily you don't look completely out of your mind."

After looking at Daniel for a while, Mycroft concluded, "If you can find out that something is wrong in time, and then immediately entrust Sherlock to investigate these issues, you are not a fool who has been dazzled by love."

"Maybe, I'm not a little girl who wants to die for love; maybe, I don't like him that much... Even if I do take this relationship seriously, he is not a very reassuring lover. "Daniel pursed his lips, his blue eyes were very sad.

Then, he frowned with a gloomy expression, and said to himself: "But I still can't figure out the purpose of his doing this. Is it just to mess up the relationship between the wizarding world and ordinary people?"

"No matter what he wants to do." Mycroft said, "Jim Moriarty is a dangerous person. Daniel, I sincerely advise you to stay away from him and stop believing anything he says."

"It's too late, Mycroft. I decided to ask him." Daniel's blue eyes flashed a light called stubbornness. "I have to go to him and ask him personally."

"I disagree," Mycroft said.

"He's a dangerous criminal," Sherlock stated, "though he's never done it himself."

"Yes, but I have to make it clear to him, the beginning and the end." Daniel replied stubbornly.

However, Moriarty didn't give him the chance.

When he returned to the old house in Grimmauld Place, the other party had already left.

"Where did he go?" Daniel asked a little annoyed.

"Probably go back to the Muggle world, what's the matter with a Muggle staying in the wizarding world?" Sirius looked disapproving, "I didn't pay attention to him. After all, there are a lot of recent things in the Ministry of Magic."

Yes, after Savage completely stepped down, Sirius once again successfully entered the Auror Division and was reinstated.

Although Fudge was very dissatisfied with this, Sirius' hero status added a lot of points to the public. Many people sent letters to the Ministry of Magic with owls, expressing their trust in the Auror team led by Sirius.

Fudge had no choice but to temporarily resume the position of Sirius in order to win the trust of the people.

However, he didn't want Sirius to become the director of the most critical department of the Ministry of Magic. Therefore, he tried hard to find various excuses to suppress the other party. The direct result was that the Department of Magical Law Enforcement had no new director.

Although Sirius' prestige is extremely high, he still has to be forced to stay in the position of head of the Auror office.

But in fact, in the Law Enforcement Department, except for some of Fudge's confidantes, most of the Aurors have recognized the actual leadership of Sirius.

The chaotic Department of Magical Law Enforcement really kept him busy.

Moreover, since what happened to Regulus, he seems to have become a little more aggressive than before, and began to focus on his career, looking aggressive.

Therefore, regarding the disappearance of Moriarty, he really cannot be blamed for not caring enough.

Daniel only felt irritable and sad, but more angry at himself.

'Who would have believed that Moriarty would really settle down? '

He pursed his lips, and said to himself with a bit of sadness, "I'm simply doing this to myself."

Then, his phone's text message rang again.

Daniel lowered his head and turned on the phone, and a short message came in the inbox on the screen: [Let's play games together! ]

[Where are you? ] Daniel replied with a text message.

However, there was no reply.

At this time, there was a hasty knock on the door of Black's old house.

Kreacher opened the door, and Lucius Malfoy stood at the door in a little embarrassment.

His platinum-blond long hair, which was not messy at all, had a rare rough and dull feeling at this time, and his face was extremely pale.

He tried his best to maintain his composure and asked a question that was very inconsistent with his previous image: "Have you watched TV?"

"What?" Daniel and Sirius couldn't help asking in surprise.

"Turn on the TV," Lucius ordered.

So, the TV was turned on.

A group of people wearing black hoods, masks, and black wizard robes are kneeling at a person's feet like a pilgrimage.

Floating in mid-air is the eerie Dark Mark, the green skull's empty eyes are facing the camera, and the big python is slowly wriggling in the skull's mouth...

Lucius Malfoy grabbed Daniel's hand reflexively, and asked nervously and in a panic, "Didn't you say that it is absolutely impossible for him to be resurrected in a short time? What's going on? What's going on!"

Daniel looked equally bewildered.

But he still tried to comfort the other party: "Calm down, Lucius! I really don't know...Maybe, it's the piece of soul we didn't find that was awakened by some damn person? But don't be afraid, it's nothing, this……"

His words stopped abruptly.

The camera slowly moved up to the face of the man who was bowed down by all the wizards, half of his cheek was exposed under the mask, a familiar outline... His green lips raised slightly, forming an arc of a smile. He opened his mouth and gestured Mouthed: Trickortreat!

The SMS notification tone sounds at the same time.

Daniel tried his best to keep calm and opened the text message:

[Someareborntorule,Someareforcedtoserve.]

(Some people are born to be kings, while others become slaves)【Note 1】

The author has something to say: To be honest, I still don’t think I write very well. The minimum requirement is to be able to explain things clearly!

The plot is not over yet, I think Mo Niang always does things layer by layer... I hope that I can write this feeling while writing clearly.

[Note 1] Excerpted from the chapter of Detective Sherlock Irene.

PS. This article estimates that many girls who are more obsessed with emotional lines will be very disappointed. From the beginning, I said that emotions serve the plot. By the way, if Mo Niang jumps out of this trap, he is not a candidate, but a superior.