[Comprehensive] The Wizard and the Fugitive

The next morning, when William picked up the newspaper, he found a Muggle envelope in the letter box with "Dear William Schiller" written in cursive script.There were people coming and going on the street, nothing different from the past two days, and no suspicious person appeared.William raised his eyebrows, and calmly used a detection spell that was silent and wandless, before taking it back to the room.Inside the envelope was a well-crafted greeting card from Sherlock Holmes and John Watson from 221b.

William looked at the two familiar names silently, and the images in his mind changed from Conan Doyle's novel to the 1975 movie, and then to a newer and extremely slow season series, and finally fixed on a long face.He thought he was just living on the block where the big detective used to live, but now it turns out that he's actually living next door to the big detective.

When Sherlock and Watson went to 220, Watson wore the most elegant clothes.In order not to appear too solemn and not too casual, he spent almost an hour matching his outfit, which was more brain-intensive than dating.

"Are you okay?" Sherlock rushed in for the seventh time and asked, with the three big characters of impatience written all over his body.

Watson turned around, his expression immediately became strange: "I thought you would change clothes."

Sherlock shrugged indifferently, took Watson's arm and was about to go out: "Believe me, no matter how I dress up, I am unqualified in his eyes. As for you..." Sherlock turned his head and said to him quickly. He smiled: "It's okay, you are a soldier, he won't hate you."

So here's why again!Watson took a deep breath.Whatever, anyway, he is a gentle person to everyone, isn't he, why should he care so much.

They walked to the door of 220, and Watson rang the doorbell.Sherlock stood upright, calming down the excitement he hadn't felt for a long time.Visiting an old-fashioned aristocrat is a brand-new experience. There has never been such an opportunity before. Even if his IQ is enough to crush 99.9% of the world's people, in the eyes of those guys, he is at most a smart commoner.

aha!Mortal wisdom!

Those arrogant, brainless antiques who only look at people with their chins!

Sherlock was sure that if Mrs. Hudson hadn't directly knocked on the door of 220 yesterday, the boy would never have let an ordinary civilian woman walk through his house and drink coffee in his living room.Mrs. Hudson's courtesies were nothing more than old-fashioned aristocratic upbringing--one cannot be turned away when someone knocks at the door with friendly wishes.

However, if a commoner sends him a greeting card, he should just pretend that he didn't see it. Why did he receive a response?Sherlock suddenly thought of his elder brother who was a "civil servant" in Whitehall, Mycroft Holmes... For the first time, he thanked Mycroft for making the surname Holmes a bit famous.

But did William really decide to entertain these two because of the "British Government"?of course not!He is someone who has seen the entire set of "The Collection of Sherlock Holmes" and various versions of the movie!Therefore, when Watson sat on the sofa at 220, he couldn't feel the so-called camouflaged gentleness at all. They were really welcome at all!

Sherlock was also very surprised. He didn't think there was a problem with his reasoning at all. There must be something else he didn't know, such as...

"You know us?"

William nodded very frankly: "Of course, the basic deductive method, I have read your website, Mr. Holmes. And pink research, I have also read your blog, Mr. Watson."

Sherlock heard the admiration in William's tone, he lifted his chin a little proudly, and silently labeled William as a smart person.Watson, who was also receiving attention, was much more modest. He smiled, but just as he was about to speak, Sherlock preempted him.

"Which do you prefer? My website or John's blog," Sherlock asked.

Watson sighed silently, he knew it!

William didn't think it was an embarrassing question: "How do you compare logic and taste? I'm sorry I can't answer it."

Sherlock hummed indiscriminately, but he didn't really need an answer. After noticing that William was indeed tolerant of him and Watson, he had been busy observing the house.

"Norwegian," he said suddenly, Watson beside him desperately cueing him to stop, but to no avail, Sherlock had already started his new game: "You were in the army, or at least had systematic military training, but Your life is not regular. You are addicted to alcohol but not easy to get drunk." He paused when he said this, and rarely cared about whether William was unhappy because of this series of reasoning.However, what was unexpected was that not only did William not show annoyance at being offended, but he even smiled at him: "What else?"

Sherlock raised an eyebrow, stood up abruptly, walked to a copper ornament placed on the fireplace, and uttered a single note, "One", and then quickly walked to the huge embroidered badge hanging on the wall, "Two ", and finally touched a seal that was not put away, "three".

He sat down again, and said flauntingly: "You put the family crest in the most prominent position, which shows that you have a sense of belonging to your family. You can freely use the power represented by this crest, and your status in the family It must not be low. But now, at a young age, you are willing to go far away, and you don't plan to go back in a short time."

William nodded, agreeing to a series of statements.

"What can make a young man with real power leave his family?" Sherlock pretended to think for a second, then spread his hands: "The heir is on the throne, a brotherly war! You lost, so you appear here "He stared carefully at William's expression, so as not to be fooled by this guy who regards disguise as part of his life, but no matter how he observed it, he concluded that the young nobleman did not feel that his reasoning was a kind of offend.

Sherlock narrowed his eyes and looked at each other suspiciously: "Aren't you angry?"

William laughed softly: "It's nothing, I have no intention of hiding this." He looked at Sherlock who was getting more and more confused and Watson who was relieved, and the corner of his mouth curled into a gentle arc, "Do you want to stay for dinner? I would love for someone to appreciate my cooking skills."

Watson agreed very happily. It was rare for someone who would not be offended by Sherlock to appear, and he didn't want to let it go at all.Sherlock was immersed in his own thinking, sitting there frowning, like a sculpture, not even noticing when the two people around him had moved to the kitchen.

"Can I help you?" Watson asked William after washing his hands very carefully.

"Blanch those for me." William pointed to the processed seafood on the plate: "We are eating Italian food today."

The houses on Baker Street were not big, and the voices of William and Watson could be heard clearly in the living room, and Sherlock didn't have to make any effort to hear them clearly.

"Pass me the white wine vinegar...thanks, and the olive oil..."

"it is this?"

"Correct."

"Okay, now add some fennel."

It's like a housewives' gathering, the noisy people can't think, but he can't directly shut up the two guys in the kitchen like he did with Anderson.

Sherlock stood up and spun around impatiently.His eyes swept across the bookcase, stopped suddenly, and then strode over, his eyes almost pressed against the wooden partition.Although the traces were very subtle, Sherlock was keen to discover that most of the books on this shelf had been moved today.

If it's just to find a book, there's no need to make such a big move, it's more like trying to cover up something.Sherlock stood up abruptly, looking around the room like a wind.William left too few traces, but as long as there were traces, they couldn't escape Sherlock's eyes.After a few minutes, he could already confirm that the entire 220 was a reasoning scene specially prepared for Sherlock Holmes.

"Sherlock!" Watson's voice came from the dining room together with the sound of glasses being placed.

"I see!" Shouted Sherlock, jumping up suddenly.

Watson was taken aback by the yelling, and poked his head out to blame, "You can keep your voice down, my ears are fine." Behind him was William, who was leaning against the kitchen door with a smile on his face.Because of cooking, William's originally loose golden curly hair was neatly tied up, without the cover of the broken hair, his amber eyes were completely exposed, and he looked at the detective quietly, as if he was expecting some important discovery.

"I know." Sherlock repeated again, he walked up to William, looked at him with an annoyed look, and said word by word: "You don't care if I say that information, because it is What you showed me. Am I right?"

William neither affirmed the answer nor objected.He just looked at the detective quietly, with a very pleasant smile on his face.

The atmosphere suddenly became tense. Watson looked at this and then at that. Just as he was about to say something to ease it, the stalemate in the air disappeared like a punctured bubble.Sherlock sat down at the dining table gracefully, picked up the napkin and wiped his hands, even with a polite smile on his face: "It looks delicious. By the way, is there any red wine?"

"Of course." William took out the wine he had prepared earlier from the kitchen and poured it for the three of them respectively.

Sherlock picked up the cup and touched William lightly: "Well then, welcome, new neighbor."

"Thank you." William replied with a smile, and also clinked glasses with Watson.

"Neither Watson nor I know how to cook. Mrs. Hudson, you know, she's getting old, and I can't bear to bother her all the time." Sherlock said while picking up the knife and fork.His last sentence almost made Watson choke, but Sherlock didn't care at all, and continued to say without changing his face: "We may come to trouble you often in the future."

Watson once again raised his eyebrows at the cohabitant's rudeness and arbitrariness, but William just raised his eyebrows and smiled: "That's great, I don't have any friends here yet."

"Aren't we friends now?" Watson hurriedly answered, and he was even more sure that William was a very easy-going person, not as arrogant as Sherlock said at all.