[Comprehensive] What's wrong with curly hair control!

Sherlock and Scarlett are sitting in an ice cream shop.In order to alleviate the impact of the small mine cart just now, Sherlock temporarily abandoned his principle of "don't need extra food to affect thinking" and ordered a piece of flame ice cream and extremely frozen iceberg with Skalevin.But he only took a few bites before putting down the spoon.

"That lady who looks like an old hen with a flock of chicks should be the dean of Gryffindor." Outside the glass window, there was a line of a Hogwarts professor leading several henna students and their parents from time to time. pass by.The students and parents who were immersed in the novel world might not have noticed, but in fact, their team was particularly conspicuous, which was one of the reasons why Holmes and the others asked to separate from Snape's team yesterday.

"Half-breed, widowed for many years, no children. He once worked in the Ministry of Magic. His personality is strict and fair, but he also has a fanatical side. He has a very strong sense of morality, hates evil like hatred, and has good strength." Sherlock sat upright and began to comment on the serious expression, with Looking at a lady from a small team, "I guess she is deeply trusted by the principal, do you need to get to know her in advance, Scarlett?"

Scarlett took a scoop of ice cream and put it in her mouth, said vaguely: "And I guess the old man behind you who has been paying attention to us since you spoke is Dumbledore."

Sherlock glanced back quickly when he heard the words, and then turned his head before the other party had time to make an expression.

"GAY." Sherlock spit out a word lightly.

"...What?" Skalevin's eyes widened.

"It's nothing."

"I've heard it and just wanted to express my shock."

I didn't expect the principal to be quite trendy... Wait, calculate the time and events... Fuck, his CP can't be Gellert!Ehehehe~ I wonder if I can use this to threaten Gellert~~~

"Don't dream, that old German man lost on purpose. I'm afraid he really wants everyone to guess." Sherlock saw through what Scarlett was thinking at a glance.

"Oh, then I can sell some gossip to him, I'm sure he will be very interested." Skalevin immediately changed her mind.

Sherlock: ...

Sherlock was a little puzzled, obviously he was the one who had been with Scarlett for a long time, but why was Scarlett so similar to that fat man Mycroft in terms of philistines?Could it be that the influence of who you meet first is so great?

Scarlevin was about to signal Sherlock to say more about Dumbledore, but found that the protagonist of their topic stood up and walked towards them.

"Although I seem to be a little nosy, I think it's not good for an 11-year-old girl to eat so much ice cream." Dumbledore winked at Scarlett.

"Uh..." Skalevin shyly pushed the ice cream that belonged to Sherlock back in front of him.

"Maybe it would be more convincing if you didn't say this after eating five ice creams." Sherlock began to bombard the old man with the protective nature of the Sherlock Holmes family.

Dumbledore sat down very cheekily, "Hehe, you have to forgive an old man for having a little hobby in the few days left."

Sherlock glanced at Dumbledore and asked strangely: "Sweets lover, but in fact you don't really love sweets, what a strange person, but how do you maintain your weight and teeth?"

"Ah~ my dear friend, I'm a wizard." Dumbledore still wanted to make a fool of himself.

"I hate this sentence, so is it a potion? What is it?" Sherlock said that a paper tiger like you can break it with a poke.

"It seems that you know a lot. There is such a thing as teeth-healthy potion, but my weight is natural." Dumbledore didn't mind Sherlock's attitude.

"I didn't expect you to ask this again. Is it because of Mycroft?" Scareven said in surprise.

"No, I want to tell you, absolutely, never, allow, give, do, this, to him!"

Scarleven: "..." You can easily lose your brother like this...

Dumbledore supported the table and stood up, "Okay, I have to go, I still have a lot of things to do today. I have to thank you for not disliking me, a bad old man, for meddling in my own business. Ah, by the way, if you will go to Lichen next As far as bookstores are concerned, the owner is particularly fond of the third shelf on the second floor. Goodbye, Miss Holmes, Mr. Holmes."

Sherlock and Scarlett watched Dumbledore leave the ice cream shop.

Sherlock: "He's in good shape. It's hard to imagine that an old man at this age has such strong legs and feet. Is it because of a wizard?" He stretched out his hand to pinch Scarlevin's face, but was almost poked by Scarlevin with a fork in hand.

"He came to see you. It seems that your family in the wizarding world must be very useful, or have something he wants. He mentioned Lihen Bookstore, I think we should go and see... Why are you still here? Eat!" Sherlock looked at Scareven in surprise.

After Dumbledore left, Scarlevin dragged the cup of ice cream in front of Sherlock back to her, scooped up a big spoonful and put it into her mouth again, "Don't worry, we have one day, by the way, Do you want to go to Chinatown next door for lunch?"

Sherlock: "...are you a pig!" Quarantine!Be sure to quarantine that fat, sweet-toothed Mycroft!

No girl in the world would be happy to be called a pig.

Scarlett kicked Sherlock hard under the table. (#‵′)

Then Sherlock and Scarlett went to Lihen Bookstore together. On the third shelf on the second floor, Sherlock found a copy of "Born Noble, The Family Tree of Wizards".

"I think this is the book he wanted you to see." Sherlock tapped the spine of the book on his palm. "Didn't we buy this yesterday?"

"No." Scarlevin pushed Sherlock, "Help me get that one." She pointed to a black leather book on the top shelf.

"Are you sure?" Sherlock estimated that if he took out that book, the books piled up to the ceiling would all fall down and drown them.

"Okay, Sherlock, it's time to test you. Do you think the shop owner has considered this situation?" Skalevin asked Sherlock.

Without saying a word, Sherlock walked to the stairs and shouted: "Sorry, Mr. Store Manager, can you come and help us get a book?"

"Go help, Benny." The boss, who was so busy, ordered his only man to go up and help.A blond-haired boy ran up holding his wand, and after taking out the book that Scarletvan wanted, he was unsurprisingly pressed by a large pile of books on the floor. The customers on the second floor who were choosing books were all startled, and then They were all choking on the huge cloud of dust.But the two culprits had already run downstairs.

"Can you pay us first, please?" Sherlock knocked on the counter.

"Oh, I'm sorry." The bookstore owner didn't know that the Muggle in front of him was the source of the commotion, so he hurriedly found some money for Sherlock. went upstairs.

"Did you know that bookstore is the only bookstore here?" Scarletwen asked Sherlock while walking in Diagon Alley.

"So what?" Sherlock replied to Scarlett while flipping through the book.

Scarlett: "..."

At this moment, Scarlett particularly understands and sympathizes with Mycroft. They all say that mental workers like to eat sweets because the brain consumes a lot of energy. Guess when Mycroft developed the habit of loving sweets?

……Ha ha……

Accidentally, Scarlett also saw an acquaintance, Billy in Hufflepuff, coming out of a stationery store with a short boy with a round face and curly hair.

But Billy didn't recognize Scarlett... of course.

"Who is that?" Sherlock asked Scarlett suddenly.

"Handsome guy." Skalevin said firmly.

Hearing this, Sherlock diverted his attention from the book in his hand to face to face, and only glanced at it. He felt a little confused about Scarlevin's aesthetics, look at that stupid face... oh, that's it.

"You can ignore his looks and think he's handsome just because of his curly hair? What about your aesthetic?"

"But I also think you're handsome, Sherlock."

"Do you have any other ideas?"

Scarlett: "..." I didn't expect you to be such a narcissistic Sherlock!

In terms of looks alone, Sherlock is not handsome.Slightly long-faced, pale, and six feet tall, still in his puberty, he looked thin and thin, not the popular type.But Sherlock always has a mysterious self-confidence. Although his EQ has lowered the entire community, so what, he never cares what the goldfish thinks.

Ha ha!

After a day in Diagon Alley, Sherlock lost interest in it.Aside from magic, most wizards in the wizarding world are more stupid and backward than he imagined. Maybe they once had glory, which can be seen from some books in the bookstore, but the wizards now... One day, after inferring the total population of wizards from the traffic in Diagon Alley, Sherlock felt that there was no need to pay too much attention to wizards.

"Oh? What do you think is the population of wizards in Britain?" Scarlett was curious about this.

"About 7000 people." Sherlock knelt in the armchair and said, staring at the computer. "I've already estimated that there are not so many people to be precise. But this is only in England, I guess the said "Hogwarts is the only magic school in the UK" should refer to England. Scotland, Ireland and even Wales have their own magic schools, but they are not as famous as Hogwarts. But even so, the whole There are at most 2 wizards in Britain."

"It's a lot." Skalevin pouted.

"Do you know how many people there are in London?" Sherlock glanced lightly at Scarlett.

Well...Skalevin made a zipper movement with her fingers on her mouth, but then she shouted again: "No, no, that's wrong, Sherlock, it's not S, it's C."

Sherlock quickly corrected his mistake.

Yes, Sherlock is now learning to use a computer, not as a user of course, but as a hacker.He has read a lot of books, but the easiest thing is to ask Scarlett. He didn't expect Scarlett, who always likes to do some "small handicrafts" by himself, to be so versatile, but there is nothing wrong with it. , at least Sherlock himself finds it very convenient, and he thinks he can throw away those nonsense tutorial books soon.

Before Scarlettwen left for Hogwarts, Sherlock received his admission letter to Trinity College, Cambridge.Mr. and Mrs. Holmes held a small banquet again, and Mycroft came back specially, but this made Sherlock even more unhappy.

The author has something to say: getting up to work at 05:30 every day makes me a little exhausted, and I may take a break to save the manuscript or something.