[Comprehensive British and American] The world is malicious

After sending Mrs. Hudson away, Nina took out the utensils that were packed in the backpack in the morning. Most of them were potion tools and materials. She liked potion and drug research.

Thanks to this, she rarely received "teaching" from Professor Wilson in the Potions class. As we all know, he is a famous master of potions.

It is said that he has a similar temper to the late Headmaster Snape, and he is not popular in Gryffindor, but in fact, Nina believes that at least some of the time, the little lions are extremely looking forward to seeing this professor, especially When they suffered mischief.

Nina thought about it indifferently, and took out the raw beef and put it in front of Chloe's cage, "Honey, I need a copy of the Daily Prophet. If possible, if outsiders are suspicious, add a copy of The Times."

Of course, she hoped that owls would be as common in reality as they were in the wizarding world, so that she could avoid many time-consuming things, such as buying newspapers.

Maybe she can let Chloe show its "smartness" in front of ordinary people, so that they can gradually get used to it.It's a pity that this is just a thought, and it is absolutely impossible to put it into practice. At least she will be under the jurisdiction of the Ministry of Magic. If she is not careful, she will even receive a warning letter from the Law Enforcement Department.

Therefore, most of the time, Chloe would just bring back a copy of The Times.

Now, Chloe pecked away the raw beef that Nina had not had time to put on the plate, quietly stood in front of Nina with her wings folded, waiting for its owner to give it to Siko or Nat, and then flapped her wings and walked away. The window flew out.

"Oh, hell, where did the owl come from?" Simonli looked up at the snowy owl flying overhead, cursed in a low voice, then snuffed out the cigarette in his hand, and threw the cigarette butt into the trash can beside him.

"It's here, 221B Baker Street?" Simonli whispered, "Tch, an ordinary woman is worth our coming here."

The man in the black top hat was expressionless, looked up at the house number, squinted coldly, and put his hands in the pockets of his windbreaker.

"There lives a great detective."

Simonli grinned, showing a mouthful of white teeth, "We won't kill and commit crimes, he can't control it! Andos, it's a big deal...send him to hell." As he spoke, Simonli smiled wider and stuck out his tongue He pressed his lower lip, as if it had just been stained with the most delicious blood.

Yes, he is bloodthirsty. Not long ago, he just committed a heinous crime in Illinas, USA, and made a fool of the police there.

Andos raised his hand and straightened his black top hat, with a sneer in his throat, "You'd better do it, Simonli, control your desires, and don't let the Scotland Yard police catch you."

"Don't worry, I'll take care of it. Even the guys from the FBI are still headless chickens." Simonli smiled nonchalantly, and lit another cigarette, "They're all the same guys, from Scotland Yard. The police don't know where to go."

Andos was noncommittal to Simonli's words, lowered the brim of his hat with his hands, and hurried across Baker Street Avenue. When passing 221B, he slowed down as if observing.

It happened that a 30-year-old man in a silver-gray suit passed by the two of them head-on and stopped in front of 221B Baker Street.

He looked back warily, there were not many people on the street, especially at this time, to be precise, apart from the two people he met just now, he was the only one left on the street.

Now, those two people also disappeared around the corner.This kind of knowledge reassures Bohr. Recently, his heart has been restless. He can't be sure whether his actions are correct, but this is the only way of relief.

Other than that, there is no choice, yes, think of his upcoming child, she (he) needs a warm and stable home.Ball tried to comfort himself, raised his hand and rang the doorbell.

Mrs. Hudson opened the door, "How do you do, sir! Could you please find..."

Pole showed a warm smile and nodded to Mrs. Hudson, "Hello, does Miss Isaline Miller live here?"

"...Isaline" Mrs. Hudson searched hard from her memory, "ah... please wait a moment, I need to look it up." Mrs. Hudson turned back to the room and took out the book, which was neatly written The names of the people in the apartment.

"...Isaline Miller, I'm sorry, sir, but I'm afraid you've come to the wrong place."

"Maybe I misremembered the name." Boer suddenly remembered what happened a few days ago, took out his mobile phone and checked the emails he had exchanged with Miss Isaline in the past few days, "Nina Roberts, please check again The name."

"Nina does live here, she just moved here today... Are you sure it's the name?" Mrs. Hudson looked at Pole suspiciously.

"Indeed."

"Well, you two are friends?" Mrs. Hudson led Pohl upstairs, and at the same time looked secretly from the corner of her eye, secretly guessing the relationship between the two, "You seem to have a big age gap."

Pole was stunned for a rare moment. He began to be a little unsure whether this Miss Roberts was the person he wanted to meet. You know, the Isaline he met before was a young woman in her 26s...she was very smart, but Sometimes too sharp.

"I'm afraid you have misunderstood." Pole suddenly smiled, "Miss Roberts and I only have some consensus on medical matters, and there is a reason for this rash visit."

Mrs. Hudson nodded, but the doubts in her heart did not dissipate at all. She led Pole upstairs, "... this is it."

Pole knocked on the door, and saw a girl who looked almost like Isaline opened the door. He believed that if the girl in front of him opened up, she would definitely look like Isaline.

Nina was only taken aback for a short time, and quickly recovered her expression, "Long time no see, Professor Boer, please come in." Nina turned sideways and invited Boer into the room.

"I was supposed to visit you in person, but I didn't expect you to come here....Do you want Earl Gray tea or mint tea?" Nina asked.

"Mint tea, thank you. I brought gin and tonic, but it seems that it might not be useful." Bohr reluctantly raised a warm smile to Nina.

"If I went to see you like this at that time, Mr. Turner might have turned me away. You know, he has always been a dedicated assistant." Nina shrugged and said, bringing two cups of mint tea from the kitchen and some snacks

"Turner is just honest, Isaline." Ball knew that Isaline might prefer to use the word "nanny" to refer to Turner.

"...I remember that I recommended DC to you before." Bohr rubbed the cup with his hand and said hesitantly. The unchanging distortion of the countenance.

"...Looking at it now, I hope you can continue your studies. On the road of medicine, Isaline, you will go farther than anyone else."

Nina frowned, and looked at Professor Boer who had taught her a lot a few years ago, "Compared to this, you need some painkillers." Nina said, taking the medicine box prepared last night take it out.

Ball took the potion that Nina found out from the medicine box, and after taking it, he felt that his headache was slightly relieved, at least it was no longer unbearable.

"Thank you, your medicine has helped me a lot. I've been suppressing it with equal amounts of riboflavin and magnesium to little avail."

"You know, your headaches aren't primarily physical."

"Yes, I know very well that it will end soon." Bohr said with a somewhat irrelevant answer, and then a comforting smile appeared in his deep blue eyes, "I hope you can think carefully about what you said just now. Some of my friends are in Cambridge. Teach with Oxford, if you want, they will be more than happy to help."

Nina's eyes suddenly lit up, she couldn't hold back the joy in her heart, and then it disappeared bit by bit like a dying candle.

She has always regarded Bohr as one of her best teachers, and she fully believes that Boll will not use this kind of thing to deceive her, and she even has feelings for Boll who has not asked her "why she can become an adult" gratitude.

However, what puzzled her was Ball's behavior today.Ball still wears his usual silver-gray suit and always wears a modest smile.

Obviously, she could feel that Boer seemed to be a little absent-minded. He wanted to pick up the mint tea in front of him several times, but he put it down silently.His eyes became less sharp, and he stared at the teacup thoughtfully.

"Professor Bohr, if there is anything, I am willing to do my best to help." Nina hesitated and said.

Boer was secretly taken aback, he had always known that Nina had amazing sensitivity, but now after learning that Nina was only a child, this sense of surprise suddenly multiplied several times.

"It's nothing important." Bohr hurriedly stood up and bid farewell to Nina, "I still have something to do in the laboratory, I need to rush back."

Saying that, Boer had already walked to the door, and Nina was worried about Boer's distraught state, which was too abnormal, she had never seen him like this.

And a few days ago, she could still feel a lot of joy from the emails from Pole. He is about to become a father, yes, a little life is about to come into this world.

"Is Catherine okay?" Nina tried to divert Pol's attention elsewhere.

"She's fine and in good health." When Pohl talked about his wife, his tone became gentle, and a smile could not help but smile on the corner of his mouth. "Thank you very much, Isaline."

As the two of them were talking, they ran into a person who hurried upstairs, wearing a dark windbreaker, with a well-defined and slightly pale face.

He seemed to have just come back from the outside, with a late-summer heat wave on his body. When his eagle-like eyes swept over, Nina suddenly remembered who this slender gentleman was.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Holmes."