Addicted to Pokemon GO [Zhongyingmei]

"Pokemon GO" is simply the most magical game Edney has ever played, even League of Legends and Overwatch have never made her so addicted.

As a Pokémon trainer with a great mission, how can he not have a Pikachu?

……Ugh.

She doesn't.

Edney gritted her teeth every time George and Fred showed off their Pikachu in front of her, regretting that she missed the original Pikachu egg.

After this miss, she never saw Pikachu again...

Although it is not difficult to capture Pikachu in the later stage, Edney's luck is really bad, and she can't touch it anyway.

She has no delusion that she can catch the rarest Mewtwo, but why doesn't she even give a Pikachu! _(:3ゝ∠)_

As a half-blood wizard who entered the Muggle University after graduating from Hogwarts, she went back and forth between the wizarding world and the Muggle world every day without doing business. Can be used in the magic world... All this is just to catch her most beloved Pikachu...

Regarding this, her best friend Hermione looked sad: "How can there be someone like you who doesn't study???"

Edney was unmoved, and continued on the road to capture Pikachu: "Since you asked sincerely, I will tell you mercifully! In order to prevent the destruction of the Muggle world, to protect the magic world The peace of peace! Carrying out love and true evil, the cute and charming villain——Adney White! I am the beautiful girl who travels through the galaxy! Pika, the golden Pikachu is waiting for me!!”

"...don't expect me to answer for you again tomorrow." Hermione stuffed all her books into a burlap bag with a dark face, recited the shrinking spell while no one was paying attention, and turned to Edney gracefully. He rolled his eyes and walked away without looking back.

Edney felt so wronged.

Which is more important, learning or Pikachu?Pikachu, of course.

Which is more important, Pikachu or credits?of course……

Well.Probably credits...?

Roommate and best friend for many years, no one understands Hermione's stubborn temper better than her.She said she would not help her answer, that is really not to help.Even if her credits were in jeopardy and on the verge of failing, Hermione would watch her fail.

She sighed sadly, roughly counting the number of times she missed school.Minus the few times Hermione helped her answer when she was in a good mood, it is estimated that she has almost touched the bottom line of that annoying professor.

But when she thought that she hadn't caught Pikachu yet, she hesitated a little.

Maybe the annoying professor won't call the roll tomorrow, maybe Hermione's conscience will save her life tomorrow?

...you don't even need to think about it to know that you are dreaming.

She sighed, packed her things, and took out her mobile phone from her purse.

Playing "Pokemon GO" while burning traffic made her feel more heartbroken than spending money on poke balls, but when she thought it was all for her beloved Pikachu, everything was worth it!

She opened the game and found a little elf not far away at a glance, but unfortunately it was not Pikachu.

She buried her head in the GPS navigation and walked towards the elf, but Edney didn't bump into anyone dramatically.

However, she stared at the pair of shiny black leather shoes that appeared in her line of sight and coincided with the location of the GPS location, and an ominous premonition suddenly rose in her heart...

When she looked up, she saw the annoying professor standing directly in front of her.

Holding a book of advanced mathematics in his hand, wearing a pair of glasses pretending to be gentle, he looked straight at Edney with a seemingly gentle but unemotional gaze: "Miss White, I think you must show up to me tomorrow." You know, I'm not face-blind, and I have a good memory—so it's useless to ask Miss Granger to answer for you. And if you miss another class, I'm afraid your advanced mathematics will fail. Lost."

Edney nodded obediently, but anxiously grabbed his cuff when the other party was about to walk away.

"What?" The moment he was grabbed by his clothes, the man's gaze flashed a trace of coldness.

He quickly controlled the movement that he was about to clasp her wrist, suppressed the sharpness in his eyes, and looked at the impolite little girl again, only to find that she didn't look at his face again, but his face. the top of the head...

"Uh, that...Professor Moriarty..." She sniffed, showed a stupid smirk like a mental retardation, and said bravely, "You, can you stop, stop moving, you have a stinky mud……"

"..." Moriarty.