[Zhongyingmei] My dad is Voldy

After Sherlock waited for Tom to go to class, he calmly knocked on the door of Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office.

Irene, who was awakened by the knock on the door, frowned subconsciously, and muttered, "Tom, there is a knock on the door..." Then she turned over and fell asleep again.

After a while, the knocking on the door continued at a very maddening frequency and decibels, and Irene's chaotic brain realized belatedly that today is the first day of school, and Tom should have given the child The wizards went to class.Irene, who was tossed late last night and only slept for a few hours, was very reluctant to get up, but when she thought that she was still an assistant teacher of Defense Against the Dark Arts, Irene grumbled irritably and struggled to open her eyes.

Although the teaching assistant is just a reason Tom is looking for so that she can also come to Hogwarts, in fact, she has nothing to do as a teaching assistant, but if she is looking for a job in her position, there is likely to be a little wizard outside the door Needing help, Irene can't ignore him just to stay in bed, and this annoying knock on the door really makes it difficult for Irene to stay in bed.

Irene put on Tom's robe casually, rubbed her sore lower back, got up and went to the mirror to tidy her hair a little bit, and adjusted her expression so that it didn't look so gloomy and frightening, then opened the Door.

"Good morning, what help do you need...Charlotte...Professor Cumberbatch?!" Irene's face became gloomy again, and she got up angrily after barely suppressing it.Seriously, if it wasn't for Sherlock, Irene wouldn't be so sleep-deprived this morning, and now this culprit dares to disturb her sleep so early in the morning? !

Sherlock gave Irene a meaningful look, and then, as if he didn't see Irene's black face, he said briskly, "Good morning, Irene."

"Call me Mrs. Riddle." Irene looked furiously at Sherlock's eyes, "Also, don't play me."

"Well, Mrs. Riddle." Sherlock said kindly, "Actually, it doesn't need to be deduced. Anyone can see your discordant sex life last night..."

"Shut up!" Irene said frantically, "My sex life last night was very harmonious, in fact, it was too harmonious..." After realizing what she was talking about, Irene stopped quickly, and she turned over helplessly. Rolling eyes, "I'm so mad, why am I talking to you about this?" Erin shook her head and said, "What do you do? If you want to find Tom, he's gone to class, please come back in the afternoon. If you If you want to find me, please come back in the afternoon." After speaking, Irene took a step back and was about to close the door.

"Wait." Sherlock pushed the door, "I'm here to find you."

"See you in the afternoon." Irene said blankly, ignoring Sherlock's hand on the door and continuing to close the door.

Sherlock found that Irene was really powerful and frightening. As a fairly strong man, he was completely unable to prevent Irene from closing the door.

Was Erin ever that strong before?This idea flashed through Sherlock's mind, but he didn't have time to think about it for the time being, because the door was about to close, Sherlock said hastily, "About that audio file, I don't think you want us to be Let's talk about it in Professor Riddle's face."

Irene stopped with a dark face, she really didn't want to talk about it in front of Tom.It's not that Irene has anything to hide from Tom, it's that Tom is a little overprotective of her sometimes, and he's very jealous.It's fun to come here once in a while like last night, and no one can stand it if it happens often.

"Tell me, what do you want to delete that audio file." Irene stood in front of the door with her arms crossed.

"Aren't you inviting me in?" Sherlock gestured with his eyes, and a little wizard passing by was casting a curious look.

Irene frowned, reluctantly moved out of the way, "Come in."

"I saw a case in Scotland Yard's files." Sherlock sat on the sofa and said unhurriedly, "The suspect in that case killed a girl because of too much psychological pressure. , resulting in multiple personality disorder. He thought he was that girl. According to people familiar with that girl, the suspect’s various behaviors were indeed the same as that girl, although the suspect did not know that girl before committing the crime. It was as if After the girl died, her soul went to the suspect's body."

"You mean, I killed Irene... No, Irene Adler killed me, so I became her alter ego?" Irene raised her eyebrows, and had to say, Sherlock's The brain hole is also quite big.

"It doesn't necessarily kill you, it may also be that there was some intersection between you. After Irene received some kind of mental stimulation, she suddenly changed into another personality, and that personality happened to be the same as some of the characters of 'you' in her memory. The traits are fused together." Sherlock said, "From a psychological point of view, the essence of multiple personalities is the separation of mental processes..."

"Stop, don't give me the definition of multiple personality disorder in popular science," Erin said, "just pretend I'm Erin Adler's alternate personality, if it makes it easier for you to understand. I can tell you There is only one thing, and that is that the main character will not come back. I am sorry, but this is the fact, from leaving 221B until now, I have always been the one who controls the body."

"After leaving 221B?" Sherlock murmured thoughtfully.

"What?" Irene didn't hear what Sherlock was saying.

"It's nothing."

"So, can you please delete that text message tone?" Irene begged. "It bothers me a lot."

"Even if I want to, I can't do it." Sherlock waved his black-screened phone, with an annoyed look on his face, "Hogwarts blocks all electronic products, I only found out last night. If I had known about this At this point, I may not be a professor at Hogwarts."

"Wait a minute." Irene returned to the bedroom, rummaged through the pile of clothes on the floor, and found her mobile phone.

Erin unlocked the phone and handed it to Sherlock, "Use mine, hurry up."

Sherlock is shocked to find that Erin's cell phone not only works, but also has Wi-Fi.Is this distinction too much?

"how did you do it?"

"Magic." Irene smiled slightly, "In the wizarding world, my husband is known as the 'Dark Lord'." In fact, this is the system's credit, but it is impossible for Irene to tell Sherlock the existence of the system.

"Before I delete the text message tone, I have something to say to Erin, can you let her out for a while?" Sherlock begged.

"Sorry, I can't do it," Erin said apologetically.

Irene really couldn't do it. Although she fooled Sherlock and said that she was Irene Adler's second personality, she didn't know how time travel worked.Irene never asked the system this question, probably because of her evasive psychology.Without knowing the specific process, her sense of guilt may be lighter.Although time travel was not by her will, and she had no way of controlling it, but depriving another person's life like this is a very bad thing after all.

"Then I'll tell you the same, I hope she can hear it in her deep sleep." Sherlock lowered his eyes and said softly.

"OK then."

Sherlock stared into Irene's eyes and gently held her wrist. Irene subconsciously wanted to pull her hand out, but after seeing the sadness and affection in Sherlock's eyes, she suddenly felt a pain in her heart.

This is very wrong.Irene knew that this was not her own feeling. All she felt at the moment was sorry for Sherlock and the original owner, and a little self-loathing. It was absolutely impossible to have such feelings for Sherlock.Is this the instinct of the body?Or is it true that the soul of the original owner is sleeping in this body?

"System! What's going on?!" Irene roared in her head.

"Hello! The system you are calling is down. Please try again later. Hello!..."

If it wasn't for Sherlock's presence, Irene would have killed the system.

"I lied." Sherlock stared at Irene, his gray-green eyes turned into broken colors under the light, as if they were still teary.

Soft-heartedness and guilt prevented Irene from pulling her hand out.

This was done to get Sherlock to delete the text message notification tone, Erin told herself.

"That day, I held your wrist and felt your pulse, not to obtain the password of the mobile phone." Sherlock whispered, "Until you said that you cooperated with Moriarty, you were the one who won." .I can forgive you for deceiving me, but I can't accept that you cooperate with my old enemy. At that time, I felt your pulse, just to make sure that you like me. Because I am attracted to you, so I want to know , do you like me too?"

Erin's eyes were clouded with a thin layer of tears.This time, Eileen couldn't tell the difference, did it come from her moving?Or another instinct of the body?

When Tom returned to the office after class, he pushed open the door, and what he saw was the scene of Sherlock and Irene "holding hands and looking at tears, choking speechlessly".

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The author has something to say: Tom (drawing out his wand): Come out, author, let's have a good chat!

Stupid author (shuddering): Calm down... Put away your wand first...

Tom: You have made my wife and other people "hold hands and look at tears", I can't calm down!

Stupid author: Well... As the saying goes, if you want to live a decent life, you have to have some green on your head.

Tom: Avada Kedavra!