[Comprehensive British and American] Einstein's male god

Chapter [-] Alice and Sherlock

Winnie and Draco walked out of Bock's shop following the witch who had just finished shopping, and walked back along the way they came.

Diagon Alley was full of people at this time, even more than when they came just now. The two passed Patchy's Crucible Store, Mrs. Malkin's Robe Store, and various shops, and finally stopped at Lihen Bookstore.

Winnie stopped, grabbed Draco's sleeve, and looked at the man standing near the door of Lihen Bookstore.

"Winnie?" Draco yelled suspiciously in a low voice, then followed Winnie's line of sight, and found that she was looking at a man in a black windbreaker, frowning slightly, "You know him?"

Winnie didn't speak, but just stared at the man who was reading a book. She wasn't sure if that was the man she was thinking of, but the man's profile was very similar to... Sherlock.

But it is impossible for Sherlock to appear here. This is the place of wizards, and it is impossible for a Muggle to walk in.

Unless someone brings him here.

"Winnie." Draco called out again when there was no response.

"Can we take a closer look?" Winnie asked without raising her head. As soon as she finished speaking, she saw a witch approaching someone who looked like Sherlock. I read the man's book, put it back, grabbed his hand, and pulled him away from the bookstore. At this time, the man's face was clearly displayed in front of my eyes.

Winnie stared blankly at the man in front of her: "Sherlock."

The three words Sherlock managed to attract Draco's attention. He knew this person, although he had never met him before, but this name appeared damn often.

With a fever in her head, Winnie stepped forward, wanting to follow in the direction Sherlock and the witch left, but Draco hugged her hard the next second, stopping her.

Draco pursed his lips tightly, resisted the inexplicable anger, gritted his teeth and said: "You can't go over!"

"No, I've been looking for Sherlock for a long time, it's him..." Winnie tried to persuade Draco to let her go, but Draco was unmoved, and the strength around her waist became even tighter .

"What identity do you use to meet him?" Draco felt that one day he would be pissed off by Winnie, Sherlock, Alan, and Harry, and she was always surrounded by different people. fly.

Winnie was taken aback, and was asked by Draco's question.

"Your face is Margaret Swann now." Draco held back his temper and said word by word, "Are you going to reveal your identity?"

Sensing that Winnie was shaking, Draco stabilized his emotions and lowered his tone, "And look, he has disappeared."

Draco was telling the truth, because he was stopped just now, and the figure suspected to be Sherlock quickly disappeared into the crowd.

"Let's go back first, I promise you, I will help you find him." Draco continued, but only he knew how credible this sentence was.

Find a rival for yourself?

He would not be so stupid.

Winnie, who didn't know what Draco was thinking secretly, had no choice but to listen to his words and rush back to Hogwarts.

And at this time, in a deserted corner of Diagon Alley, a man and a woman were suspected to be arguing.

"Didn't I tell you to follow me?" Alice growled angrily at the curly-haired man who was more than one head taller than her, "What are your ears for? You can't Listen to me carefully, just once!"

"Let me remind you, Miss Green, I listen to you every time, including now." The curly-haired man was very calm and said in a sharp but very clear tone, "As for your last question, although I think This is a question that even a three-year-old child can answer, but since you ask this question, I can still give you a detailed answer, based on our cooperative relationship..."

"Enough!" Before the curly-haired man could finish, Alice quickly interrupted him, took a deep breath, and suppressed the anger in her heart, "Listen, Sherlock, this is the wizarding world, not the one you lived in. Place, here has its own laws and operations, or some potential... danger, I know you are very novel and interesting about everything in front of you, but I just ask you, don't let me find you, okay ?"

"Is the danger you're talking about a man named Voldemort?" Sherlock noticed that Alice's tone was a little hesitant when she said some potential danger, and her eyes flickered with anxiety.

Alice was startled, her eyes widened, full of surprise, "How do you know?"

Although she had known for a long time that Sherlock had the ability to read minds, as a Muggle, he even knew the name Voldemort, which was beyond her understanding.

"I know your brain is not very bright, but I don't think this is something worthy of your surprise." Sherlock hooked his lips, attacking Alice's IQ unabashedly, "I never The Daily Prophet saw that, on this point, I would like to say that the expressive ability of the woman named Lita Skeeter is no different from that of a one-year-old child. Four fifths of the two pages of paper are all speechless. It's nonsense."

"Four fifths are nonsense?" Alice stared blankly at Sherlock's lips, and blurted out, "What is the remaining one fifth?"

"What structure do you think should be included in writing a newspaper?" Sherlock didn't answer Alice's question directly, but asked her a question instead.

"Structure?" Alice felt that her brain was a little insufficient.

"I'm assuming you've read the newspaper." Sherlock raised his eyebrows, feeling like he was wasting his time.

"Of course I have!" Alice said a little angrily, while her cheeks were dyed a little pink, because she could hear the slightest contempt in Sherlock's tone.

"Since there is, then I don't need to answer your question just now. Your question is too boring. I think your focus should be on some more meaningful questions." Sherlock stopped the topic concisely , he looked at Alice in front of him, and felt that he still had to remind her kindly.

"Because of the kindness, I want to remind you that your makeup is on, and the sweat has melted the powder on your face, but this is not a big problem, because it is similar to your usual no makeup look."

No matter whether Sherlock is intentional or unintentional, malicious or kind, he has successfully angered Alice.

"You!" Alice was so angry that she was about to explode, her face was green and red.

However, Sherlock didn't pay attention to the expression on Alice's face, and said to himself: "I think we should continue the next trip, Miss Green."

Alice laughed angrily and said, "Itinerary?"

"Yes." Sherlock hooked his lips.

"You actually mentioned the itinerary for me at this time!" After humiliating her, you could still mention the itinerary as if nothing had happened!

Sherlock raised his eyebrows, "This is the purpose of today, isn't it?"

Alice was so angry that she smiled, and her mouth couldn't help bursting out the secret she had always kept in her heart: "I must be caught by a troll to like you, a bastard who speaks sourly, is arrogant and has no regard for others' feelings!"

Yes, she must have been possessed by a troll!

Or it's the love potion!

She wouldn't like this kind of bastard!

Yes, no!Absolutely not!

and many more…

What did she just say?

She said she liked it to Sherlock?

Do not…

Alice opened her mouth slightly, her eyes were stained with panic, her face flushed instantly, and she stammered, "No...I just...I didn't mean that...I didn't like you...how could I like you...haha..."

"The troll you just said is a unique creature here, and has a low IQ?" Sherlock completely ignored Alice's confession, and grabbed what aroused his interest.

Alice stared blankly at Sherlock, and responded dully: "Yes."

"Interesting, I'm a little curious about his appearance, can you get one out?"

"Get a... troll out?"

"Yes."

Alice looked at Sherlock, and gradually her mind became clearer. She realized that her confession was not as good as a giant monster in Sherlock's heart. growled loudly: "I'm a fool to get you a giant monster!"

Sherlock didn't speak, but just looked at Alice quietly. In Alice's eyes, it looked as if he was really thinking about this possibility.

"Let me ask you, which one is more important, me or the troll?" Alice asked angrily, her eyes and expression clearly showed a message, that is, you'd better answer well, otherwise I absolutely want you to look good.

"Are you sure you want me to answer such a meaningless question?" Sherlock glanced at Alice and said lightly.

"It's pointless?" The anger in Alice's body rose to another level because of these two words, "You actually said my question was pointless, no wonder you are still a..."

"Virgin." Sherlock said it for Alice before she finished speaking, "I can tell you the answer, you are wrong."

Alice was startled, and her face turned red, "Who told you this!"

Who cares if he is a virgin or not, she doesn't mind!

"I don't understand why you are so angry. If it's because I didn't respond to your confession, I can only say it's meaningless, because I have already seen that you like me."

"What?" Alice looked at Sherlock in a daze, "How do you see that?

Sherlock didn't say a word, his eyes as deep as glass fell on Alice, and at the same time he took steps, approaching her step by step.

"It's obvious, whenever I get close to you, your ears and cheeks will turn red inadvertently, your breathing will become rapid, your lips will be subconsciously pursed, and your heartbeat will speed up..."

Alice was shocked all over. She didn't know if she was more shy or more afraid. She stepped back and stared nervously at Sherlock's collar until she was forced to a corner.

Sherlock supported her head with one hand, bent down, and made a low and pleasant voice like a cello, "Just like it is now, just to remind you, your face is now as red as a ripe tomato."

Alice clenched her fists tightly, her eyes fixed on Sherlock's clothes, her whole body was tense, and her throat was unbearably dry.

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