hp+ Detective---Flowing Water Life

"Mrs. Holmes, do you want to drive me away with only double the price?" Lili said contemptuously.

Yuki Haru glanced at Cheno, and like all the English-style butlers, this one had an angry expression but had to restrain himself for the sake of etiquette.

Simply.

[If the lady doesn't want to leave, then forget it, I don't mind her watching me eat.Give me a pot of Earl Gray tea instead. 】

Qian Nuo nodded, changed a pot of black tea himself, and poured the tea seriously.

Yukiharu continued to read.

"Sir, I will tell Mr. Holmes about your performance, and maybe he will fire you."

"Sorry ma'am, let's talk about it when sir fires me."

The woman opposite left angrily.

[What do you think she is here for?Just to drive a wedge between me and Mike. 】

"Master, I have always felt that in your marriage, you are in a weak position. From the outside world, you cling to the male master to survive. That's why her attitude today is so contemptuous."

Yuki Haru looked at Cheno and stopped talking.Afternoon tea really begins.

~

At breakfast time the next day, the owl brought the usual package of letters.

Inside Edward's love package was a pair of black trousers, with a short sentence attached: Son, I don't know how much you have grown. Today, the trousers are a little longer than all your trouser legs. If it doesn't fit, tell your mother.

Edward tore off the parchment and replied: Dear mother, my son urgently needs a bigger size of shoes, preferably boots, so that the trousers can be stuffed into the boots if they are too short.

"It's getting colder and it's going to snow."

Zabini looked at Edward, "Did your mother prepare thick clothes for you?"

"It's just a pair of pants, Merlin, you don't know, my mother is not good at taking care of people, I need to write to our housekeeper, at least, he can know what I need and what I don't need."

"I get it, sometimes my mom just doesn't like me. She likes proms, makeup, handsome men."

"It's not that my mother doesn't care, she just can't grasp the point. Once, my father asked her: Honey, how about my suit? My mother replied: Your hairline has receded again. Even I I can understand that my father wanted to ask my mother out for dinner, but my mother messed up the matter, and my father said at the time: "Okay, I have something to do, you can eat first."

Zabini laughed. He hadn't lived in a complete family for almost a year, so he was curious about how Edward's parents got along.

Edward sat on the long table, looked at the teacher's seat, talked and laughed with Zabini.

At the teacher's table, Professor Quirrell's face turned paler. He sat stiffly on the chair, and the wound on his back could be torn with a little movement. It is common sense that black magic wounds will not heal easily.Yesterday's black magic was a new kind of black magic, and he didn't know how to treat it. Quirrell turned his eyes to Snape next to him, thinking secretly.

After breakfast, because it was the weekend, students above the third grade were going to play in Hogsmeade Village, and students below the second grade stayed in school obediently.

The seventh-year prefects were called into the office by Snape.

"Tell everyone that no one is allowed to go out at night, otherwise, if you lose your life, you can only blame yourself for being unlucky."

"What happened? Dean."

"There was a big battle in the Forbidden Forest last night. The principal and our four deans inspected the scene in the morning. It was a duel between two masters of black magic. The Forbidden Forest covered most of the traces, but a huge tree was broken by magic, and a new one appeared. The black magic is powerful, and the residual magic fluctuations are very active, if someone casts it again, the remaining magic fluctuations on the scene will respond quickly, do you know what this means?"

"It means that the person who cast the magic is either still nearby, or can superimpose the magic, and cast twice the power next time."

"Don't put yourself in danger," Snape emphasized.

The seventh grade prefect went out silently.

in the lounge

"Attention all those who go out, it is best to keep the number of more than five people together, pay attention to safety. Everyone in the first and second grades, stay in the lounge."

"What happened?"

"It must be a big deal."

"Hogwarts is no longer safe, but this is the last stronghold. The accident happened outside Hogwarts Castle. Everyone must return before dark."

Edward found the prefect "I'm going to help Professor Sprout's greenhouse."

"Go ahead. If Professor Sprout tells you something, come back and share it. Also, you must be back before dark."

~

"Oh, the things you say, I shouldn't discuss this with a student, but, Edward, you are a good boy. There was a big battle in the Forbidden Forest yesterday, and the man who can't name and is said to be," honest and kind Sprout Professor Te paused, "It was his relatives who fought a battle."

Edward showed a puzzled and confused look.

"Oh, it doesn't matter if you don't understand, that kid is also a likable young man. He once applied for a job at Hogwarts after graduation, but he went astray."

Edward believed that Professor Sprout was a qualified professor.She never discriminates against any student, she sincerely regards every student as a "child".

Then, my grandfather was ready to dedicate his life to education.Whether it's God, Merlin, or God, it's unimaginable.

~

In the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, there was a smell of garlic. All the students chose to sit in the back rows. When Edward pretended to be late and rushed to the classroom, as he expected, the back rows were full of people, ignoring In spite of Slytherin making room for him, Edward sat in the front row alone.

He wants to distinguish whether this person is an uncle or a grandfather.

Professor Quirrell's wounds haven't healed yet. In fact, in addition to the characteristics of great power, black magic also has the characteristics that the wounds are not easy to heal or even impossible to heal.

In the collection of books in the Slytherin family's secret room, the formation and application of black magic are explained very thoroughly, but there is no book left with black magic spells, so Edward can only create his own.

Since it is self-created, then others do not understand this spell, and when the two sides confront each other, the chances of winning will be greater.

Edward endured the smell of garlic and sat in the first row to listen carefully. He has always respected knowledge.It's just that, on the surface, Professor Quirrell talked about Defense Against the Dark Arts, but in fact it was the application of black magic. Think about what Professor Sprout said, his grandfather wanted to apply for the position of professor at Hogwarts. Was it Dumbledore? Having anticipated this outcome, he rejected him.

Suddenly, Edward felt that the mithril vest started to heat up. He continued to take notes and lowered his head to find that all the classmates behind him were lying on the table. Edward pretended to be sleepy and fell asleep on the table in a daze.

"Master." Quirrell's voice trembled. "He has defensive accessories on his body, I can't use insanity."

"waste"

Edward judged that this was the person who could speak Parseltongue.

"Master, there are always some pure-blood traitors who sell noble wizarding tools to Muggles for the sake of Gallon. This kid's family is said to be very rich."

"Idiot, what can a child of Muggles and Squibs know. Focus on little pure-blood wizards for me. I'll keep Potter."

"Yes, yes, master."

Edward heard Quirrell's trembling footsteps moving to the back, knocking down the table in the middle, and the master in his mouth reprimanded him.Edward didn't dare to move rashly, and continued to lie on the table.

"No, master, no, my insanity is very skilled, Dumbledore will not find it, and it will not affect them. No one was in the Forbidden Forest that night."

A silence.

"Chilo"

"Owner"

"Be sure to get the Philosopher's Stone."

"...is... the master."

~

"Mom, I don't listen, I don't listen, I don't, I don't!"

Yuki Haru held "Journey to the West" and sighed helplessly, what should the child do if he doesn't like to study?

"Liz, these are a bit difficult for her."

【Obviously Edward loves to listen. 】

McCoff paused without speaking, and the chubby Victorian who was poisoned by the tea took the opportunity to run out.

【Okay, you educate Edward, I educate Victoria, why is Victoria so naughty? 】

"You should have a good talk with her."

Yuki Haru didn't answer. A good chat is a panacea. If we can talk well, will this happen today?

【Then I have to have a good chat with you, what's going on? 】

Yuki Haru put a few photos of Lili on the table, and McCoff took a look at them, then tilted his head, "Liz, it's all over, I promise I didn't do anything to offend my family. "

Yuki Haru nodded, agreeing with his statement.

Mycroft had already regarded reasoning as instinct, and he knew without thinking that Yugi Haru had perfunctory him.

"Liz, you may not believe what I say. After all, this girl has gone to see God. Someone used her jealousy to get her close to you, hoping to cause me some trouble. But your reaction and the people behind the scenes It was different from what I expected. If he didn't succeed, the girl would not survive."

Yuki Haru only felt calm.

"Liz, I found that you never cared about me. I thought you would come back and make trouble with me, and get angry with me, but you didn't."

Yuki Haru felt that Mycroft's painting style was wrong today.

"Liz, did you ever love me?"

[When the bottle of love potion runs out, my infatuation with you will come to an end, Mycroft, there is a lot of love between us. 】

Mycroft stood up, he straightened his clothes, and said proudly, "Hello, Miss Elizabeth Field, I'm Mycroft Holmes, I have some property, and I can be considered to have no worries about food and clothing. Would you like to go on a date with me?"

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