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

"Hey, Sherlock!" Emma knocked heavily on Sherlock's door, "Get up quickly!!! Professor Harvey said that if you miss any more classes today, you will fail!"

Emma soon heard the sound of something heavy falling to the ground.

"Sherlock, are you alright?"

Emma fumbled for the key Mycroft had given her, and prepared to force her way in.

However, the door opened unexpectedly, causing Emma's hands to tremble and a bunch of keys to fall to the ground.

Sherlock, wearing striped pajamas and tousled hair, stood in the doorway looking at her sleepily.

"So Mycroft sent you?"

"..." Emma didn't know whether she should admit it or deny it.

"Then you go back and tell him, I don't need a nanny, I am fully capable of taking care of myself"

"Oh? Really?" Emma raised her eyebrows, "Then you take good care of yourself."

"Wait" Sherlock turned and returned to the room without saying a word.

Emma also took the opportunity to walk around his living room.In fact, Sherlock's house is much neater than she imagined, and judging from the books that can be seen everywhere in the room, he is not idle in the house every day.

So maybe he wasn't as worried as Mycroft said. . .

Emma picked up a book casually.

"British Soil Diversity Study"

Well, boring, Emma picked up another book.

"Commonly used□□200 kinds"

Emma felt a chill behind her back, and she quickly changed another book.

10 Years of Inquiry into Dead bodies in the Thames

this this this. . .

"Go, go."

Sherlock's voice suddenly appeared behind her, and Emma almost screamed in fright.

Forget it, she has never seen anything in the world.Emma comforted herself silently, no matter how perverted Sherlock was, she would not believe that he could compare to Voldemort. . .

I don't know how Voldemort is doing now, she hasn't heard from Harry for a long time.

"Hey, I remember you came to call me to class, I don't want to be late with you"

"...Okay, let's go"

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Professor Harvey is a nice guy.

Good points, good attitude, conscientious.

But this does not change the fact that his class is very boring.

"Ah----" Emma yawned for the fifth time in this lesson.She turned to look at Sherlock again and saw that he had been sitting motionless for more than twenty minutes.

Emma intuitively felt something unusual, and she quietly stretched her head forward.

Sure enough, as she expected, Sherlock had already fallen asleep.

After these few classes, Emma felt that Sherlock couldn't blame him for skipping classes all the time.A large part of the reason is that the class taught by Harvey is really good. . .

"Mr. Sherlock Holmes, is it convenient for you to tell everyone which era I am talking about now?"

Professor Harvey did not know when he came to them quietly. Even if Emma wanted to remind Sherlock, she would be ungrateful.

But Sherlock looked unusually calm.

"20th Century, Professor"

"Okay. Pay attention to the class, Mr. Holmes. I remember that when your brother graduated that year, he achieved enviable good grades in every subject. I hope you can do the same."

Professor Harvey gave Sherlock a stern look.

But Sherlock just shrugged and didn't answer.

"Sit down." Professor Harvey finally sighed.

"How did you know where Professor Harvey was talking about?" Emma immediately moved to Sherlock's side after Professor Harvey left.

"Just some simple reasoning"

"Really? What's going on? Tell me!"

"Professor Harvey is a man who follows the scriptures. This class is about to end in three periods. According to the chronological order, he should have talked about the 3th century."

"Uh..." The truth is so simple that Emma can't believe it.

"The truth is often in front of you, but you all choose to turn a blind eye"

Sherlock raised his head proudly.

"These are small questions, but do you want to see something really interesting?"

Sherlock gave Emma a look. At this time, the sun hit his side face, as if adding a halo to him, a halo called "King's Contempt".

Although she knew what trouble he might get her into, Emma nodded involuntarily.She just can't resist such a confident and handsome person!

After class, Sherlock motioned for Emma to follow him.

In contrast to Sherlock's long legs, Emma can only increase the frequency to make up for the lack of length.

"Where are we going, Sherlock?"

"Go take a taxi"

"..."

Emma trotted all the way and got into the car with Sherlock. Sherlock seemed to be in a good mood and even hummed a little song.

Emma was also in a relaxed mood at first, but she couldn't help but panicked seeing the taxi driving more and more remote.At this time, the titles of many books that Sherlock had seen flashed through her mind.

"How to Dispose of a Dead Body," "Best Places to Hide," "Serial Murder Statistics." . .

No, she's about to cry!

Fortunately, the taxi stopped at this time, and they were surrounded by yellow lines pulled up by the police.

Emma got out of the car tremblingly, and Sherlock found the policeman in charge of guarding the scene.

"Officer, we are students majoring in criminal investigation. Our subject is related to this case. Can you let us in?"

It seems that Sherlock also has the ability to tell lies with his eyes open, Emma nodded in admiration.

"I'm afraid it won't work. Although this case is not big, but because the higher-ups attach great importance to it, we will not open the scene to the public. You should change the subject."

"Anyway, important physical evidence has been taken away. As long as I don't destroy the scene, it won't affect your case at all. And if I'm not wrong, you must have deliberately concealed part of the truth from the public."

"What we told the reporter is the truth!" the police officer hastily defended.

"If this is the case, then you are wrong"

"What do you mean?"

"It wasn't murder at all"

"Impossible, we have all the witnesses and evidence, and there is no other explanation"

"If you check the call records of the deceased one month ago, I believe you will find something new. Of course, let me go to the scene to see now." Sherlock pulled the yellow line, but unfortunately, the surrounding 4 A policeman overpowered him immediately.

After 2 hours.

"Sherlock..."

Mycroft rubbed his forehead.

"If you weren't my only brother..."

"By the way, there's nothing wrong with me here, right?"

After finishing the transcript, Emma was exhausted physically and mentally, and now she didn't want to continue to get involved in the Holmes brothers' mess.

"Wait!" Mycroft stopped her. "Didn't I tell you to watch him?"

"I don't need people watching me!" Sherlock protested.

"To shut up!"

"I was looking at him, watching him every step of the way, watching him being subdued..." Emma felt wronged, and she couldn't stop Sherlock.

Mycroft took a deep breath, still smiling: "Miss Lyon, you still don't want to change your contact person?"

"Uh, yes." Emma nodded, and she had to admit that Mycroft's threat was on point this time.

"This kind of thing can't happen again. If Sherlock has a criminal record, it will be troublesome. Do you understand Miss Lyon?"

"Mr. Mycroft, you must understand me..."

"can you do it?"

"I'll do my best..."

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Dear Harry,

It has been several months since I returned to the Muggle world, and I have basically adjusted to life without magic.

I'm continuing my studies at H University, I don't know if you've heard of it, it's a famous university for Muggles.I think the British government must be able to arrange a transfer student like me casually.

But what makes me very sad is that the major I read pays great attention to theoretical knowledge.What does it feel like?Probably because there were only two History of Magic lessons a week, but now there are countless lessons a week. . .

Of course, when it comes to my Muggle life, I have to mention my new neighbor Sherlock Holmes.He was an alumnus of mine and my liaison for the Muggle Reintegration Project.But this arrangement is selfish. Did I mention to you that he is the younger brother of my project director?

He is a very complicated person. He understands art, can play the violin, and can easily quote scriptures in his words. He is a good partner to get along with.But at the same time, he's easily bored, likes anything difficult and has a worrisome EQ.He's also a junkie, but I suspect he's using drugs mostly to satisfy his boredom.But recently he has started to quit drugs under the strict orders of his brother.

Although there are many troubles in being a neighbor with him, getting along with him is mostly pleasant.We often go to investigate some interesting events. His reasoning and deductive methods are simply amazing. If you can meet him, you will be impressed by it.

All in all, my life is getting by.I'm curious about how you are doing now. Last time you said that Snape finally got his wish and became a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts. I think he must not let go of the opportunity to use you as a target to teach magic.Also, do you still use that textbook on the Half-Blood Prince, and do the spells on it really work?You have to be careful this could be a Death Eater trail.But I heard that you have become Professor Slughorn's favorite, if you can join that club, I'm really curious about Snape's expression at that time~

Say hi to Ron and Hermione.

looking forward to your reply.

(ps: Did you secretly help me visit His Majesty? Is he doing well?)

your faithful friend,

Emma. No Magic, Good Hearts, Leon

The author has something to say: Emma started her vigorous college life when she caught up with Sherlock.

But I am curious to ask, how many people still remember the hero?

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just out of curiosity

Everyone thinks that Lao Fu lived among thousands of flowers or is an innocent old virgin

Although I think he gives me the feeling of the latter, but he should not be good, after all, being a demon king is too broken

he should just be purely uninterested

Or that he didn't find anyone who interested him

Well, what's the saying, an old man in love is like an old house on fire?

Ok. . .

Ok. . .

Ok. . .

In just a few minutes, I have been driving a few rounds in my mind. . .

I don't know when Lao Fu will find out that Emma is not dead. . .