[Comprehensive] Please call me Miss Holmes

Circe felt that her heart was very tired. No wonder the overall strength of wizards is so weak now. Everyone is forming a small group. Get together to get a name, find a leader and shout a slogan, OK!A new shiny big boss has been established.Are you tired?Why not practice spells when you have time!What do you want to do one by one?It's annoying, okay?Especially this time, even she was lying on the ground, what about Anmerthia, what about the Squib Alliance, she never-had-heard-said-ever, okay!And what does this have to do with Alina?

As if he understood her expression, Dumbledore added, "Clottor, this is not a simple surname. In "History of Wizards", Clotho existed as an early wizard family, and later because of certain things Some families, represented by Clotho, withdrew from the wizarding world and intermarried with Muggles, leading to their gradual decline. If they believed that Mrs. Holmes was a descendant of the Clotho family, it was entirely possible to ask her to join this organization."

Circe's heart trembled, "What if mom refuses?"

Dumbledore gave her a silent look.The example of Caradoc Dearborn is at hand.

Circe's blue eyes had turned an inorganic ice blue, "Then, act now!"

Dumbledore called the owner of the Pig's Head Bar, the tall and thin old man with long gray hair and beard, "This is Aberforth Dumbledore, my younger brother. No one knows Hogger better than him Maude's people." The old man has the same blue eyes as Dumbledore, "as if he has the power to see through people like Dumbledore."As a member of the noble Dumbledore family, he should have been a dignified, well-mannered figure.However, he looked more like a vulgar, rough man, which was perfect for this bar. "But I ask you to keep it a secret, and you can trust him completely as to his identity, so tell me, Circe, can I trust you?"

"Yes, principal, I promise!"

Dumbledore looked at Adam again, and Mr. Vampire nodded reluctantly.

The old headmaster left from the fireplace satisfied, and Professor McGonagall followed him.Only Sirius Black, the barman, Adam, and Circe herself were left in the room.

"Where do we start?" Circe couldn't wait, who knew what those crazy guys would do to her mother?

The bar owner asked in a hoarse voice, "Can anyone tell me who you are looking for?"

"A Muggle man named Simon Sutton and a Muggle woman named Alina Holmes. They are about 40 years old." Sirius looked at Circe, and Circe immediately added, "We found that Simon Sutton finally Does the appearance of the intersection of a street near Scotland Yard contribute to the investigation?"

Aberforth showed a puzzling smile, "Then things will be easy to handle! I will find them before afternoon, if they are really in Hogsmeade." The bar owner opened the door, "The last advice You know, there will never be Muggles in Hogsmeade."

"What do you mean?" Circe knew that Hogsmeade claimed to be the only village in England completely free of Muggles.Could it be that there are no Muggles living there, but something similar to shielding magic is used to prevent Muggles from entering? Then the bar owner means that Simon Sutton is actually a wizard or a squib after her mother Alina is more appropriate.What a mess!

And Aberforth Dumbledore, who walked out the door, unknowingly took out a communicator from his shabby robe - yes, produced by Circe - and sent a message to his annoying brother Message: "This matter is related to the Ministry of Magic." Dumbledore didn't know what he was busy with, so he didn't reply immediately, and Aberforth didn't wait all the time. The guy wiping the beer glasses whispered something, and then the young guy put down the rag and ran out of the bar.

"The intersection of a street near Scotland Yard!" Aberforth muttered softly. "I wonder what role the Ministry of Magic played in this matter?"

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Sherlock has finally verified one of his long-standing ideas. Recently, he is excitedly preparing to open a detective agency by himself, enriching and perfecting his own theories, and bringing some fun to his boring life.So after completing the research at hand, Sherlock is going to go home once, and talk to his parents about his life plan, not to mention support, at least not to object.

When he got home, he realized something was wrong. First, there were many passers-by walking around his house, and then when he opened the door, there was no one in the house.Mycall to Mycroft was not answered, but the assistant answered my father, saying that BOSS is busy and asked him to call later.As for Mom, her phone rang but she was inside.And there was no one at home.unusual!It's so abnormal.

Sherlock kept on walking towards the elf's room, where Padraic was always there no matter what time of day it was.But when Sherlock entered the door, the elf, who had always been hardworking and happy, was pulling his ears, murmuring himself while mutilating himself, and ignored the pile of garbage in the room, which was different from ordinary elves.

"Padrak, what's going on?" Sherlock asked the all-knowing elf in the house, his voice acting as a catalyst, destabilizing the already excited elf even more. "It's Padraic's fault, it's all Padraic's fault, it's Padraic who didn't take good care of the little master's mother, if something happens to the little master's mother, how will Padraic see Master Helena!"

Hearing this, Sherlock took a step forward and grabbed the elf, "What happened to Mom? What happened?"

Poor elf, recalling it made him even more sad, but Sherlock, who should have been more sad after hearing what happened, was very calm at this time, "You mean Circe is back. Where is she now, take me there."

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Circe and his party staying in the Pig's Head Bar are about to get bored with mushrooms. The environment of the bar is honestly terrible.Adam looked at the two people around him who didn't care about the surrounding environment at all, looking at the sky speechlessly, oh no!The ceiling was also covered in cobwebs.Sirius didn't feel how bad the environment here was at all. During his wandering days, he hadn't been anywhere. If Mrs. Holmes hadn't picked him up from Diagon Alley, he might have to pick him up from the garbage in the next step. Picked up something from the box and ate.As for Circe, she was too anxious to care about her surroundings.Finally, after a seemingly short but actually long wait, the bar owner got the news.