[Comprehensive British and American] The world is malicious

"You've been restless since you came back, Nina." Avril put her elbows on the table and said with her chin resting, she looked out of the window slightly from the corner of her eye, and the trees and villages flashing by at a high speed made her feel in a trance for a moment , just like when I left London before.

"Maybe I have lingering fears. After all, it's a period of great war." Nina explained with a smile.

Avril Lavigne nodded in agreement, her passionate eyes dimmed instantly, and then recovered almost in the blink of an eye, "Will Stephen come to the station?"

"He went to the United States, and I'm afraid he won't be able to come back for a while." Nina felt a little regretful, with a slightly disappointed expression on her fair cheeks. She also hoped to find an opportunity to visit the Harts in the United States, but in the short term She had little desire to set foot on American soil again.

"Come to Baker Street for Christmas!" Avril suddenly suggested, looking at Nina and blinking her bright eyes, "Believe me, Mrs. Hudson would really like you to stay on Baker Street and have a pleasant Christmas Festival, but." Avril Lavigne lowered her tone, "I may not be able to stay in London with you."

"I know, you want to go back to France." Nina smiled knowingly. Every Christmas, Avril never stays in London.

While Avril Lavigne was speaking, the speed of the Hogwarts train gradually slowed down, and it slowly stopped at the platform——Station Nine and Three Quarters, where many wizards were waiting for their children.

The car door opened slowly, and suddenly there were noisy sounds all around. Cats of various colors shuttled past pedestrians' feet, making high-pitched calls, mixed with the sounds of children talking with their parents.

"It's much colder here than I thought, and it's not Christmas yet!" Avril shrunk her neck, and straightened the scarf with her hands, making it closer to her neck.

"You may need a Warming Charm."

"I'd better adapt to the temperature here as soon as possible." Avril shook her head, rejecting Nina's kindness, "It's not unbearable, except for the cold and wet." Avril said, dragging the suitcase with her Nina walked out of the station.

"This alone is enough to make people feel helpless." Nina said with a smile. No matter when, the weather in London is always like a crybaby, even in winter, just like now, Nina thought, looking up Looking at the rainy sky.

"I need to go to the post office first, then I'll meet you in Baker Street, Avril."

*221B Baker Street

As Mr. Holmes' cohabitant, Watson was sitting at the table and flipping through today's latest newspaper, "32 times." After a panting sound similar to that of a woman, Watson accurately stated the number.

"What did you say?"

"I heard a full 32 text messages." Watson put down the newspaper and turned to look at Sherlock who was doing experiments. He almost regarded the kitchen as a second laboratory.

"It's amazing that you keep counting."

"Can you change your voice a little bit, Sherlock?" Watson continued. He didn't think it was a surprise, but it would be a real joy if he could change the voice.

"It's too troublesome." Sherlock put down the reagent tube in his hand, walked to the refrigerator in the corner, and found the petri dish from it, "There is no food in the refrigerator, John."

"You should go out to get some air, instead of staying here every day." Watson replied loudly, stood up from the chair, and glanced at the open refrigerator, which was indeed empty.

"I'm busy, John. You can do it. It's not hard for you at all."

It's really not that hard, just go out and do some shopping.

"...Okay" Watson said helplessly. He no longer expects Sherlock to go out and purchase some ingredients in person. Everyone knows that this is as simple as drinking water for ordinary people, but for Sherlock, He would rather deal with criminals every day.

Watson picked up his coat casually, and a snow-white owl just flew in and stopped in front of the window. Gululu's rolling eyes met Watson's gaze. After a few seconds of pause, the white owl tilted its furry head, and then stopped again. Fly away with fluttering wings.

"Is there anything you need in particular, Sherlock?" Watson asked in confusion.

"No" Sherlock twitched the corner of his mouth and replied, "The umbrella is in the umbrella bucket on the balcony."

"The addressee is Miss Jennifer Jeange, and the place is Quantico, Virginia, USA?"

"Yes"

"Please keep your relevant receipts, miss."

"Thank you." Nina put the receipt into the pocket of her coat casually, and smiled gently at the lady at the post office. Her delicate face glowed with a faint smile.

Taking out the umbrella from the umbrella bucket at the entrance of the post office, Nina opened the umbrella and walked north along the avenue. After walking a few steps, Nina suddenly slowed down and touched the clean and empty space with her spare left hand. neck.

The slender fingers and neck almost showed the same skin color, fair, even a little pale.She may need to find a psychiatrist to improve her current state. After returning from the United States, she has fallen into a state of severe insomnia, and the effect of potions has become minimal.

And this, she doesn't want anyone to know.

"Um, you seem to need help?" A second voice came from behind, and Nina froze for a moment, then realized that she had stopped at some point and stood in the middle of the road.

At a time when there were not too many pedestrians, her behavior was indeed a bit abrupt.

"Thank you very much, I was just thinking about something." Nina turned around and said, looking at the plastic bag, the person who was barely struggling. To be honest, it is really rare for people to purchase so many things at once, especially on rainy days .

"Maybe, I can help you a little bit, sir." Nina couldn't help laughing and said, just now the person in front of her was still asking her if she needed help, but now it was the opposite.

The other party seemed to think of the same thing as Nina, showing a slight smile, "They are not too heavy, at least... much lighter than they look, I need to go this way, how about you?" The other party asked kindly road.

"It just happened to be on the way, sir." Nina nodded, "Do you live near here?" Nina asked casually, and she didn't feel uncomfortable with such a sudden chat. The special temperament of the other party can make people feel uncomfortable Have a good impression.

"Baker Street, John Watson." Watson smiled and wanted to withdraw his hand. The ingredients he bought obviously did not give him this opportunity, "Sorry..." Watson reluctantly gestured to Nina with his right hand on the woven bag.

A hint of surprise flashed in Nina's dark eyes, but she didn't show much on her face. She smiled and said to Watson, "Nina Roberts, nice to meet you, Mr. Watson."

The two chatted all the way, talking about medical things, including Watson's experience in Afghanistan. It wasn't until Nina knocked on Mrs. Hudson's door that Watson realized that the two might be neighbors. .

"...I didn't expect you to live here." Watson said hesitantly, with a complicated look on his face, a little surprised and a little sudden.

"I thought we just happened to live on the same street." Nina smiled, and when she heard the door opening, she turned her head to look at Mrs. Hudson who came out of the door, and stepped forward to hug her affectionately.

"Honey, I knew you were coming back when I saw Miss Selinger." Mrs. Hudson said happily, her eyes happened to fall on Watson, Mrs. Hudson couldn't help but stared at Nina , "...do you know each other?"

"Just met." Watson raised his eyebrows, and continued, "Can we go in first?" The rain suddenly became violent, and he still carried a lot of things in his hand. He didn't want to be drenched at the door of his house. Drenched chicken.

"Oh, go up quickly." Mrs. Hudson glanced at the things in Watson's hand, felt a pain in her arm, and hurriedly made room for Watson, "...you know very few people can stand Sherlock." Mrs. Hudson lowered her voice and said to Nina.

"Poor young man . . . " Mrs. Hudson drawled, "but you needn't misunderstand, my dear, though there's everybody here, like the couple upstairs opposite."

Nina blinked, she was sure she read something from Mrs. Hudson's words, "...I need to go up and tidy up first, Mrs. Hudson."

Nina hurriedly changed the subject, she didn't want to get too entangled in this, especially when she knew clearly that she might like Sherlock.

"Of course, go up, my dear," said Mrs. Hudson kindly. "I need to get some things for Christmas too. I hope it will be a nice day. Will you stay here, dear?"