[Comprehensive British and American] My Neighbor Mr. Holmes

"Once upon a time, there was a genius wizard who wanted to live forever, but the prophecy told him that one day a boy would defeat him and let him die. For this reason, he divided his soul into seven parts and placed them in seven horcruxes, but what he did not expect was that his IQ also became lower due to the division of the soul, and finally he took I'm so stupid."

After William finished speaking, he looked at Tom Riddle and was overjoyed to see his slightly frowned eyebrows.

Don't you want to live forever after hearing this story?

"If it were me, I would definitely not be as stupid as him," Tom Riddle said with certainty in William's expectant gaze, "I would have killed that boy right from the start."

I really still think too much...

"That's what the wizard did, but failed."

That's right, you did try to kill people from the beginning, but you didn't succeed.

"How can he be a genius wizard if he can't even do this well?" Tom Riddle sarcastically said, "Even if you can't kill him once, you can send your own men to continue to kill him, and he will always be killed!"

Listening to the future Dark Lord complaining about himself, William's gloomy heart couldn't help but want to laugh.

"That wizard did the same, but it still failed because he had a traitor under his command."

What made Severus Snape a dedicated person?

The person I love the most is the protagonist's mother.

"If it were me, I would definitely control everyone and let them all show in front of me!" Tom Riddle said very confidently.

……

Tom Riddle, do you know that the ending you do is still counted as experience?

What is the difference between this and the original?

"Tom, I think it would be easier for you to change your dream," William suggested sincerely, "The careers that these villains do are not suitable for you at all."

"No, I must become stronger." Strong enough that no one can ignore it!

Tom Riddle stared at William, perhaps because he knew that William would not help him in this matter, so he glanced at William with absolute determination, "Since you refuse to teach me, then I will go find it."

After speaking, Tom Riddle ran out.

Seeing this, William sighed.

Rome wasn't built in a day, he had to think about it in the long run, and he must not let Tom turn into a snake, it really affects the image too much!

Fortunately, he secretly put a shield on Tom just now. Although he needs to maintain the transmission of magic power every day and strengthen it, at least it guarantees that Tom will not do anything to him.

All the hard work is worth it!

After staying in the lounge for a while, William inquired about the class schedule that had just been changed, and it showed that it would take another day, that is, Wednesday, before there would be a large magic defense class in the morning, which was for Slytherins in grades 4-7. In the afternoon, it is also their big class of Charms; Thursday is the big class for grades 2-3, which is the same as that for grades 4-7; Friday morning is the first-grade Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

After reading the schedule, William was depressed.

I always feel that Principal Armando Dippet distrusts his teaching methods very much, otherwise it would not be arranged in this way.

William sighed melancholy. Anyway, he was fine now, so he walked through the fireplace and returned to the room.

It was still early at this moment, and Sherlock downstairs was playing the violin, and the melodious tune came through the wall, which made William's gloomy mood a little bit better.

William changed his clothes and went downstairs to make himself a pot of morning tea.

Entering the kitchen, William found that only one of the two breakfasts left by him had been touched, and the remaining one was still intact. He knew that Watson must have finished eating early and went out, while Sherlock hadn't left yet. rise.

After thinking about it, William made a pot of morning tea, prepared some small desserts, and sent them to Sherlock.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw Sherlock dancing in the hall wearing a brown nightgown, his movements were elegant and charming.

"Shut up, William," said Sherlock, "I'm thinking."

William shrugged noncommittally.

He walked around Sherlock, put things on the messy table, and watched an old-fashioned phonograph playing violin music.

"I thought you were playing the violin."

Seeing Sherlock stop, William said.

"This is indeed the violin I play." Sherlock glanced at the tea and said, "I'm composing."

Saying that, Sherlock walked to the table and marked on the staff with a pen. William looked sideways, and Sherlock revised seven or eight paragraphs in a row before stopping, "Why did you come here? It affected my creation."

"Of course I'm here to bring you morning tea. You must know that Watson has already gone out and you are still sleeping." William was used to the Sherlock style of speaking. He gave them each a cup of morning tea and said, "You Looks like there's something bothering you."

"You went out in the morning." Sherlock took a sip of morning tea and said.

"...Yes." William nodded.

"You didn't leave the room early in the morning, but you did, so does your room have an unknown exit?" Sherlock said here, Sherlock said here, and continued, "No, the room was opened before you came. There really isn't any exit unless you can 'make' one... Wow, this is amazing! But can I show you?"

"when……"

Before William could finish speaking, he heard Watson walking up slowly, with heavy steps.

"Oh, Watson, what's the matter with you?"

Seeing the anger on Watson's face, William asked puzzledly.

"I had a fight with the ATM, and it kept telling me I couldn't use that card!" Watson finished speaking, shrugging his shoulders with a look of helplessness.

"It's like saying you've been out for so long, but you haven't brought back anything," Sherlock said.

"Yes!" Watson was a little angry, and he said loudly, "I'm not like you, I've been sleeping since morning!"

"If we don't buy it, we can go out to eat later," William said, "It's not worth arguing over this kind of thing."

"We didn't quarrel." Sherlock said, took the notebook aside and started typing something.

"This is my notebook!" Watson said in surprise when he saw what was in Sherlock's hand, "Where's your notebook?"

"In my bedroom." Sherlock said without looking up.

"But I set a password for my laptop!" Watson said suspiciously.

"The password can be guessed from your tone of voice. It doesn't take a minute in total, and it's not reliable at all." Sherlock said while typing.

"Oh, forget it, you give it back to me!"

Watson was going to grab it, William quickly grabbed Watson when he saw it, and stuffed a cup of morning tea into his hand.

"Sherlock is not malicious, Watson, don't worry about it."

Before William could finish speaking, he heard Sherlock speak.

"Do you want to say something else, Sherlock is such a person."

"...", William.

Sherlock, I'm here to help you!

Is it really good for you to attack indiscriminately like this?

William wanted to cry but had no tears.

"Oh, that's enough!" Watson pushed William away, closed the notebook, put it aside, and sat on the sofa.

William looked at Sherlock on the left and Watson on the right, and felt that being a middleman was indeed a thankless task.

"I want to find a job." Suddenly, Watson said.

Before William asked Watson what kind of job he was looking for, Sherlock said coldly, "Boring."

"Well, William, I..."

Watson ignored Sherlock, but hesitated to speak to William.

"What's the matter, Watson?" Seeing Watson hesitating like this for the first time, William looked at him suspiciously.

"I think……"

Before Watson could finish speaking, Sherlock announced, "I'm going to the bank."

As soon as the words fell, he immediately stood up, took off his nightgown, and threw it aside, revealing the cashmere sweater inside, while holding the overcoat, he began to put it on.

Sherlock, what happened to the clothes you were wearing?

Can you really dress like this?

Before William finished complaining, Sherlock was all dressed and ready to leave.

Seeing this, Watson hurriedly followed.

"Hey, why don't you just throw me home alone?" William shouted speechlessly, "Can't you just wait for me!"

As he spoke, William hurried upstairs to get a coat, put it on, and hurried downstairs, where he met Watson and Sherlock.

The three of them took a taxi and walked all the way to the gate of the bank.

"To be honest, I thought we were here to withdraw money."

William said, and glanced at Sherlock, but Sherlock didn't answer at all, just said to the bank staff, "I'm Sherlock Holmes."

After Sherlock said this, they were invited into the lounge on the side, and not long after a tall young man walked in.

"Sherlock Holmes!"

"Sebastian."

"Dude, it's been eight years since we last parted."

As Sebastian said, he held Sherlock's hand tightly for a few seconds before separating. He glanced sideways at Peanut and William, expressing the need for an introduction.

"These two are my friends, one is John Watson and the other is William Stoker." Sherlock explained.

"Friend?" Sebastian was obviously very surprised, but when he saw William, he said in surprise, "Stoke, are you that Stoke?"

"Yes." Although Sebastian didn't explain, William still knew what he meant.

Not only was the Stoke family bankrupt due to the last financial crisis, but more importantly, a large part of the Stoke family's property was stored in this bank.

"I'm sorry about that," Sebastian said emotionally, "Old Mr. Stoke is a very charitable person, we love him very much, I believe he will be safe in heaven. "

"Thank you," William said.

Seeing this, Sebastian shook hands with Watson again and said, "Sit wherever you want."

Having said that, he continued, "Do you need something to drink? Coffee, tea?"

"Oh, don't bother," said Watson.

"Thank you." Sebastian nodded.

After the three sat down, Sherlock spoke.

"You seem to be doing well, and you often go abroad."

"Oh, you're here again!" Sebastian was obviously very familiar with Sherlock's attitude, he smiled, "You've liked playing tricks like this since we met in college."

"It's not a trick."

"He can tell your whole life by looking at you." Sebastian ignored Sherlock's protest and said to William and Watson.

"Yes, I have," replied Watson.

William smiled too.

"We hate him the most. Every time we have breakfast, we can hear this freak explain everything about your fooling around last night. There is nothing worse than this!"

"I think there must be something for you to find Sherlock?" William directly opened the topic and brought the topic to the main topic, "Please tell me your purpose directly.

"Indeed, I came to Sherlock, and there is indeed one thing I want to entrust to him."

Sebastian was taken aback when he heard the words, smiled, and said, "I'm glad you can come. Our company was broken into illegally. That's Sir William's office. He used to be the president of the bank."

Speaking of this, Sebastian smiled meaningfully at William, "I remember that Old Stoke and Sir William were very good friends back then, right?"

"Yes."

William nodded.

"I think, as their successors, can we also be good friends like them?"

Sebastian looked at William with a smile and said.

"I think, with the current property of the Stoke family, it is impossible to hire a financial advisor like you. I'm sorry."

William answered seriously.