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"Water, water, water!" Hermione retched twice, rolling her eyes and crying weakly like a fish caught in a dying struggle.

"Water, water, water!" Dr. Granger, who was watching, hurried to find a cup.

"You can't drink water." Skalewen stopped, "Drinking water now will weaken the potion's properties. This potion is already a weakened version. If you dilute it again, it will be useless. At least you can't eat other things until the potion starts to work. .”

Hearing what Scarlett said, Hermione immediately lay down on the table like a dead fish.Not to mention, a warm current flowed from the stomach to the whole body, and the irritability and irritability that had been a few days ago seemed to have been smoothed away, and I felt lazy.

Seeing Hermione lying on the table, her brows and eyes relaxed a lot, and Doctor Granger felt relieved. He was about to speak, but he heard a "bang", and suddenly a boy dressed in weird clothes appeared out of nowhere.The boy was about twenty years old, with a haircut that was washed and blown by Shamat, and a robe that didn't fit very well. More importantly, he stood on the table as soon as he appeared.

"Ah!" Hermione leaned back in fright, but fortunately there was a wall behind her.

"Hermione!" Doctor Granger rushed forward.

"Ah!" The boy fell off the table, and Scarlett and Sherlock just watched him fall to the ground staring at the stars, one of them took out his mobile phone, the other raised his hand to look at his watch, and at the same time frowned.

This efficiency... Tsk.

"I... I am... I am the Ministry of Magic..." The boy stood up unsteadily, his eyes seemed to be still circling.

"You are a member of the Reversal of Incidents Team of the Department of Magical Accidents and Disasters of the Ministry of Magic. You graduated from Hufflepuff College. You have just finished your training. It is your first time to complete a mission alone. The department I went to just left without permission to eat a sandwich, and hit up a lady by the way. Unfortunately, that girl doesn't like you, and she left after trying to perfunctory you, but you couldn't tell at all, He hurried over here only when he found traces of using magic." Sherlock tugged at his collar, "Is there anything else that needs to be added?"

The dumbfounded boy: "You...how did you know? You were following me just now?" He also didn't believe it after speaking.

"Hum..."

"Why are you talking so much nonsense, even if you tell him, he won't understand." Skalevin interrupted what Sherlock wanted to explain. It wasn't that she was impatient. A wizard's way of thinking is different from that of ordinary people. It's also useless.

Scarlevin said to the boy very concisely and clearly: "I was the one who used magic just now. This is Miss Granger who will study at Hogwarts in the future. She had a magic riot two days ago. I am here to give She delivered the palliative."

"Oh, that's right." The boy was still confused. In fact, he didn't understand anything. Then he thought of something, "Students are not allowed to use magic outside of school, you will receive a warning letter."

"Uh, I haven't received the admission letter yet, so I guess I'm still not a student, so I won't be warned?"

"What, you're not a student? You're still carrying a palliative? How lucky the little girl is." The boy mistook Scaleven for a child from a wizarding family, who sometimes held their parents' wands. Practice, "Then forget it this time. Next time, I mean, you can't use magic outside the school after you enroll, you know? Otherwise, you will receive a warning letter from the Ministry of Magic. If you receive it twice, you will be banned." The possibility of dropping out of school." The boy said kindly.

"Thanks, sir... wait, may I ask, how does the Ministry of Magic know if I'm using magic?"

"Ah, that's right. All the wands of underage wizards have Zongsi registered with the Ministry of Magic. I mean, if you use the wand, Zongsi will respond. It's a little secret, you don't want to be in school Tell others." The boy proudly told Scarlevan.

"Thank you, I won't say it. By the way, if you change your hairstyle, maybe you can give your beloved girl a better impression."

"Really?" the boy murmured and stroked his hair, "I thought it would be more personal. Anyway, thank you for your suggestion, I'm going back, goodbye." After finishing speaking, he simply disappeared.

"Really..." Dr. Granger didn't know how to comment, he looked down at Hermione, "Hermione, how do you feel?"

"Yes, much better," Hermione replied.

"One bottle is enough." Scarlevin handed the other two bottles of potion to Dr. Granger, "This is just in case, if Miss Granger has another magical riot, drink it right away." A bottle, or drink it when you feel like a riot. In fact, this time it is already relatively late. If the riot is very serious and you don’t drink the potion right away, it may damage her magic power. She is really very happy this time. Lucky."

"Thank you so much this time, Miss Holmes, and Mr. Holmes." Dr. Granger hurriedly put away the potion carefully.

"you are welcome."

After coming out of the clinic, Scarlevin immediately yelled: "Wait, let me say it first. He has a sweet perfume smell, which means that he has just been contaminated by a young lady, but why is that woman not Like him? Also, there is sauce on his skirt, it may be accidentally dropped by the soup, not necessarily a sandwich. The stupid one may be Hufflepuff, but how do you know he doesn't like the current department ?”

"Cut." Sherlock put his hands in the pockets of his coat and said, "It's only been discovered to this extent, and your IQ is limited to this."

Scarlett left another footprint on Sherlock's pant leg.

"Hey, you're enough!" Sherlock was slightly annoyed, he still had to face outside.

"Say it quickly." Skalevin was not polite to him.

"Hmph... little girls who like that kind of perfume are generally more naive and simple (stupid), and they usually want to be Cinderella, and that guy... doesn't look like a prince in any way, so he He was pestering others, and that girl must have been eager to drive him away after discovering the situation."

"It seems to make sense."

"It's not just reasonable, it's reasoning."

"What about the sandwiches?"

"Although you noticed his placket, you didn't see his cuffs. There is also the same sauce. If you are drinking soup, you can use a spoon to prevent it from falling on the cuffs. You can only hold the sandwich with your fingers. The sauce When it dripped, it got on both the cuffs and the placket."

"How do you know that he doesn't like this department, and it's the first time he's out on his own?"

"Obviously isn't it, remember what time it is? It's not lunch time yet, but he's already gone to eat a sandwich, which shows that he doesn't care about his work at all..."

"But it could be the second or third time or something."

"Well, of course there is such a possibility. I just made a wild guess, and it turns out that I guessed right."

It turned out to be like this...

Scarlett poked Sherlock's waist: "Well done, Xiali, I think you can become a detective if you can't find a job in the future."

"Huh!" Sherlock only replied Scarlett with a classic and arrogant answer.

"By the way, what university are you going to take this year?" Skalevin knew that Sherlock had already started preparing for it...it was too late.

"Oxford or Cambridge, but I think it should be Cambridge. I'm applying for Chemistry, but I'm going to take Criminal Minds. What's the matter?" Sherlock said as if the British universities were all up to him.

"Well, I don't doubt your professional level, but I remember that your literature teacher had an interview with Mommy half a year ago, and she thought you should at least pass."

"Oh come on, literature is not necessary for me at all, it just wastes my brain capacity. I have already submitted a paper in the "Royal Journal of Science", and you don't understand the specific content, anyway, as long as this The paper is published, the university is not a problem."

"What if it's not published?"

"You said just now that you don't doubt my professional level."

"Of course, but I doubt your writing skills."

The two stood on the side of the road, and Sherlock waved for a taxi.

"Want to go shopping with me?"

"I know you're not going shopping, but no."

"Okay, I'm just asking casually."

Scarlevin got up in the car, stretched out her head and asked Sherlock, "Have you brought any money?"

Sherlock thought for a while, then took out his wallet, which was empty except for a card given by Mycroft.

I knew it.Scarlevin took out her small wallet, took out two hundred pounds from a roll of money, flattened it, and stuffed it into Sherlock's wallet.

"Okay, let's go." Sherlock said, putting the wallet back in his pocket.

The taxi driver who saw this scene from the rearview mirror said while driving: "Little girl, are you still in charge of your father's wallet?"

Scarlett: "That's my second brother."

Driver: "..." Good old man.

It's true that Skalevin didn't go shopping, but she really went shopping.In the supermarket, Skalevin bought a large bag of compressed biscuits, vacuum-packed water, and energy-enhancing drinks, packed them in a backpack, and then went to the pharmacy to sell some medicines and tools, mainly for trauma Used, anti-inflammatory drugs, bandages and the like.

Scarleven hadn't found a suitable safe house in Spinner's End, but found one next door.Although Spider's End Lane is called an alley, it is a small street. It was originally an industrial area, but because of the serious pollution, it was moved away during the urban transformation of London.

Due to the large area of ​​this area, and many buildings that were difficult to dismantle such as chimneys, steel frames, and workshops were built in the past, in order to attract workers, there is a small river and an original ecological grove nearby, so it will take a long time to rebuild. A lot of money...the government couldn't come up with it, so it had to keep it as it was.

There are three small streets here, Hound's End, Spider's End and Salmon's End, all of which are residential areas, or poor areas.However, in Skalevin's view, it is only a few years away from becoming a red-light district and a den of criminals. It may be more than ten years, at most no more than 30 years. Regardless of the region, the government has some headaches.

Scarlett didn't want to remind Mycroft, and he probably wouldn't be the one with the headache then.Although it's a bit messy here, Scarlevin doesn't care about it. The sooner the "safe house" starts to be maintained, the safer it will be. Although I hope that I won't have a chance to use it in the future, this safe house is indeed very hidden. Scarlevin would rather spend I don't want to waste anything.

Wearing disposable gloves, she vacuumed the food and water she had brought, and put away the medicine box. Scarlevin took out a small box and stuck it under the sofa. Inside was a black gun.The reason why the potion is not used is because Scarleven feels that he is not sure about the retention period of the potion. Besides, what if it happens that the magical identity cannot be revealed by then?It's better to use ordinary things to insure.

After tidying up, Skalevin put the pump into the backpack, took out another box, sprinkled the powder inside evenly in the air from the inside to the outside, and let them fall naturally... If there is a means, I still have to use it, otherwise What about learning magic?

Scarlevin locked the door, blew a handful of powder on the door, put away the box, and clapped her hands. If there were no accidents, she probably wouldn't come back in five years.