[Comprehensive British and American] Guide for wizards to eat and wait to die

"It's troublesome without magic..."

Emma directs moving companies in and out of her new apartment.Thinking about when she was still in the magic world, this could only be solved with a few flying spells.

"Hey, everyone, take a break"

Seeing the staff who participated in the company panting and exhausted, Emma herself felt physically and mentally exhausted, and she collapsed directly on the newly moved sofa.

This apartment is arranged by the government. Although the apartment size is small, it is comfortable enough for one person to live in.This building was used by the government to accommodate people in various projects, but Emma instinctively felt a hint of conspiracy when Mycroft strongly suggested that she live on the third floor.

Although his reason is high-sounding, the 3rd floor is low and there is no need to squeeze the elevator, the 3rd floor has good lighting, and the 3rd floor is also convenient to order takeaway. . .But Emma always felt that he was selfish.

However, Emma would never be able to guess what these bureaucratic civil servants were thinking, so she simply stopped asking for trouble and continued with her big business of moving.

After about a busy day, Emma's apartment was finally tidied up.She finally had time to rest, she ate something casually, and then a question suddenly occurred to her.

If this apartment was a government special resettlement room, then who would live next door to her, could it be another wizard?Or the fiery mutants being hyped up on TV?Or is it some other extraordinary person?

Emma thought about it for a while and suddenly became a little excited. She immediately packed up some things and was going to see who lived next door in the name of visiting neighbors.

"Hello--" After Emma knocked on the door three times, her mysterious neighbor opened a small door for her.

Through the crack of the door, Emma could vaguely see that his neighbor was a tall man. Although he didn't look very friendly, Emma still mustered up the courage to continue to greet him.

"My name is Emma Leon, and I'm your new neighbor"

Emma handed over the fruit basket, hoping he would feel her kindness.

The man stretched out a hand through the crack of the door, took her fruit basket, and then he looked at her thoughtfully: "Polite conversation, family ornamentation, expensive ornaments... I hope your political Happy refugee life”

Emma took a deep breath, and then squeezed out a smile: "I want to ask, are you always so owed?"

"Wait" the man closed the door directly.

It took him a while to reopen the door, and Emma could see his face clearly.He was very young, with curly black hair stuck to his forehead unruly.The two big dark circles under his eyes suggest that he should not have slept well for a long time.Although his shirt was a little wrinkled, he knew it was worth a lot.Although he looks down and out now, Emma knows that he has an unusual background.Then he stretched out his hand actively: "My name is Sherlock"

Although his unreasonableness made her very upset just now, since the other party has taken the initiative to show his favor, Emma feels that she doesn't need to worry too much.She shook his hand generously.Then she saw what seemed to be tiny needle holes on his exposed arm.

Sherlock quickly put down the sleeves of his shirt, and Emma finally knew the reason why he resisted her just now.

"Cough cough" Sherlock coughed twice in embarrassment, "I suggest you leave now, because the effect of the medicine will soon----"

"Okay, I won't disturb you anymore." Of course Emma knew what he was doing, but she didn't expect that there was a drug addict living next door to her.

It is said that the country is cracking down hard. . .

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"Sherlock!!! You open the door for me!!!"

Emma knocked on the door next door angrily.

It didn't take long before Sherlock opened the door for her soberly.

"What the hell is wrong with you!!! It's 3:[-] in the morning!!! How impatient you are with your art skills and want to play the violin!!! Why the fuck are you giving me back La Chaldash Dance music!!! Are you in high spirits again!!!"

After a roar, Emma's anger finally subsided a little, but Sherlock remained indifferent.

"Don't you give me an explanation!?"

"Is there any explanation for this, I forgot that I live next door"

"Even if you forget that there is someone next door, you don't care about upstairs or downstairs?"

"There is no one on the upper and lower floors, you can rest assured about that"

"This..."

Emma seemed to be choking, and the tone in her heart was also forced to stop.Sherlock's explanation left her speechless.

"But it's really not my intention to play the piano tonight, I hope you can understand"

Although Sherlock was still expressionless, this was the most sincere apology Emma had heard today, and she was really rushing back to sleep, even though she was reluctant, she could only wave her hand to accept it.

After a day of tossing, Emma finally fell asleep when the clock turned 4.

The next day was her first class at H University.

One of the advantages of university is that few people pay attention to whether there is a new student in the class. She also saved the troublesome self-introduction and directly enrolled in the relatively unpopular art appreciation major of H University.

Maybe after finishing these two years, she will be able to appreciate Alec's strange collections.

It wasn't until she walked into the classroom that the fact that she had lost her magic powers became a little more real.It's not Professor McGonagall or Professor Flitwick standing on the podium, and what they teach is no longer magic, but the boring content of the book.Everything in the wizarding world has become like a distant and unattainable dream.

Emma sat in the corner of the classroom. She knew the reason why her parents let her go to college. They knew that she did not graduate from Hogwarts. They hoped that she could fulfill her desire to graduate by continuing her education.But when she was sitting in the classroom, she realized that she was not interested in these at all.

Forget it, read it and cherish it. . .

"Students," the old professor's voice suddenly became louder, "I know our course is only an elective for many students, but does anyone know Mr. Sherlock Holmes, who majored in chemistry?"

Emma held her breath and became increasingly dissatisfied hearing the old professor's voice.

"Mr. Holmes has missed class three times. If I don't see him in my class next time, I can only fail him. I hope you can tell him. Okay, let's continue to talk about 19th century painting A change in form..."

Sherlock Holmes! ?

Emma finally knew what Mycroft's selfishness was. . .

His relative is not worried. . .

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Emma was walking home when a small black car slowly stopped beside her.

"Miss Lyons"

The car window was slowly rolled down, and a strange woman showed her face.

"Mr. Mycroft invites you to come over"

"Didn't we just meet a few days ago?" Emma felt very strange.

"Sorry, I'm just following the order. If you don't want to go by yourself, we can only use other means. I hope you can understand"

"Okay, I'll go"

Emma reluctantly got into the little black car.

There were four people in the car, except for the woman who just let her into the car, the others were all tall and strong men.

Emma couldn't imagine what would happen if she refused to get in the car just now. . .

Soon they came to the familiar building, but this time it was much easier for them to meet.Because this time an elevator took her directly to Mycroft's office.

"Aha, Miss Leon, I've been waiting for you for a long time"

Mycroft looked much more relaxed than last time, leaning back comfortably in his chair with his hands folded.

"Mr. Holmes? Do you need me?"

"You can call me Mycroft, but yes, I do need you"

Mycroft's laugh made her instinctively start to break out in a cold sweat.

"What is that? Is it related to the last agreement? I have already agreed to many harsh treaties, what else do you want?"

"No, no, don't worry, the agreement has come to an end"

Mycroft straightened up from his chair.

"I'm looking for you this time because of a personal matter"

"Private matters?" Emma frowned, "It's not good to talk about personal matters in your office."

"The main reason is that this matter can be regarded as a business matter but I have a little selfishness." Mycroft shrugged, "Why don't you sit down and we'll talk about it?"

Emma sat casually on the small sofa beside her.

Mycroft turned his chair towards her, and spoke with mock ease.

"You should have seen my brother."

"Who?" Emma didn't respond for a while.

"Sherlock"

"Oh, that's right, I've seen him before." Emma nodded quickly.

"What's your impression of him?"

"You want me to tell the truth?"

"be honest"

"He's not very likable"

"Ha." Mycroft laughed, then nodded, "Yes, I'm afraid my brother is not easy to get along with."

"So what's the matter with you?"

Emma also imitated Mycroft and leaned on the sofa.

"Remember your contact person in the Muggle world? The contact person I arranged for you had a car accident, so I was thinking that since Sherlock can contact me at any time, how about..."

"No, I refuse!" Emma didn't have a good impression of Sherlock, and as soon as Mycroft finished speaking, she directly refused.

"why?"

"My gut tells me he's a problem" Emma knew she couldn't hide it from Mycroft, so she simply told the truth.

"Miss Lyon, I don't want to hide anything, your intuition is very accurate. My brother has always given me a headache, but..." Mycroft held his forehead and hid his expression under his palm.

"Just what?"

"It's just that he's a good boy, you trust me"

"Whether he is a good person or not has nothing to do with me. Anyway, I don't want him to be my contact person. I feel that my life is not guaranteed."

"You see how things are now." Mycroft suddenly stood up from his chair, and he looked down at Emma with sharp eyes, "I'm in charge of your project, which means that you need to report to me for all your affairs. Suppose Sherlock has become your contact person, do you think he will report to me meticulously?"

"You mean--" Emma seemed to understand Mycroft's hint.

"But your relative freedom comes at a price. In the past two years, I need you to help me look after him. Believe me, his ability to cause trouble is completely beyond your imagination. How is it? Do you think this deal is worthwhile?"

Emma thought for a moment.

"make a deal"

The author has something to say: It feels like Sherlock should have had a bohemian college career. . .

Added some private settings, because many TV dramas have not explained clearly about Sherlock's life when he was young.

Now Sherlock is in the rebellious period of youth

However, Brother Mai has always been eager to protect his younger brother.

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