"Aphrodisiac?"

William was obviously stunned by Severus Snape's statement, but remembered what had just happened and thought it was possible.

"It's overdue, at best," Severus Snape said, walking over to Sherlock, taking a closer look, and frowning, "Oh, Merlin, how can these muggles with their heads full of slugs add so much mess to their aphrodisiacs, it's horrible!" ”

"Ah," William asked, looking at Sherlock worriedly, "is he okay?" Will there be sequelae? ”

"Do you have slugs in your head," said Severus Snape, glaring at William, "these things only make him dazed and groggy, and he will be fine tomorrow." ”

"That's good."

William breathed a sigh of relief and put his mind at ease.

"Professor Stoker," Severus Snape said, black eyes looking at William, his face still stinking and looking very difficult to get along with, "I wish you could tell me why you brought a Muggle into Hogwarts." ”

"I'm just worried about what's wrong with him because I know you're the best." Doctor.

William said with a sincere face, silently swallowing the last two words, "Professor Snape, even Headmaster Armando Duppert didn't know about my coming this time, can you help me hide it?" ”

Severus Snape's face darkened when he heard this, but it was not about William the person, but William's words seemed to remind him of something, and he fell into deep thought.

William blinked at this, glanced at Sherlock, who was still lying on the couch, looking around with a blank expression, and decided to continue with Severus Snape, no matter what method was used.

You know, he still likes this teaching profession very much.

Just as William was hesitating to tell the story, he heard Severus Snape ask him something inexplicable, "Are you in love with this Muggle?" ”

William was stunned, he looked at Severus Snape and was about to shake his head, but the next second, he changed his mind, because Severus Snape was wrong now, according to the gossip he heard from Arbus Dumbledore, he knew that Harry Potter's parents had just been married for less than half a year, which was equivalent to saying that Severus Snape had just fallen out of love for half a year.

Is it because of this?

"No, no, it's just that I like him, he, he doesn't know," said William, turning his head sideways, at a bright and sad forty-five degree angle, "He's a man whose reason is greater than love." ”

"He doesn't know?"

Severus Snape said with a slower look in his eyes.

"I didn't tell him," William shook his head, and said with a low face, "I like him, it's my business that has nothing to do with him, does it." ”

"But ······"

Severus Snape tried to say something, but he opened his mouth and closed it again.

William looked over suspiciously, only to see Severus Snape with his back to him, and said, "You take him away, I won't tell you about today's events." ”

"Thank you, Snape, you're such a nice man."

William said, glancing at Severus Snape again. "Teleported" back to his room with Sherlock in his arms.

Upon returning to the room, William felt a little guilty about the fact that he had deceived Severus Snape.

Explain this to Snape when it's over.

Thinking of this, Sherlock moved in William's arms, interrupting his train of thought.

"Sherlock?"

William couldn't help but shout when he saw Sherlock staggering.

However, Sherlock did not answer, but began to tear his clothes with a confused face, and when he had taken them all off, he collapsed naked on William's bed, covered himself with a quilt, and slept.

"······", William.

With a "poof", William laughed.

Really, I don't know how to describe the mood right now.

Exiting the room lightly, William closed the door.

Went to the kitchen to pour a glass of water, William raised his head and drank it, the cold feeling made him feel a lot more comfortable in an instant.

After going to the bathroom to take a shower and change his clothes, William went downstairs.

"Good afternoon, Aunt Hudson."

William said, walked over to Aunt Hudson and sat down, and said with a smile, "It's a nice day. ”

"Oh, yes," said Aunt Hudson with a smile, "I would have liked to have afternoon tea with Elizabeth in this world, but, you know, if I went now, I wouldn't have been able to come back." ”

"Wouldn't it be nice for you to stay at Mrs. Darcy's house for a while, and if Mrs. Darcy knew that Aunt Hudson wanted to go, she would have welcomed it," said William, smiling, "You know, there's mine here, isn't it?" ”

Aunt Hudson thought for a moment and agreed.

William packed Aunt Hudson's belongings and drove her to the car, where William called Mrs. Darcy to explain the situation.

"I'll be back by Christmas Eve, William."

Aunt Hudson kissed William's forehead and, with William's smile, got into the car.

Wait for William to return home.

Watson had just returned, and his face was very ruddy, and he was obviously in a very good mood.

"How's the date?"

William asked with a smile.

"Not bad."

Watson's smile couldn't be hidden, he looked around the living room now, but he didn't find any trace of Sherlock, seeing this, he couldn't help but ask William, "What about Sherlock, haven't come back yet?" ”

"Well······ Sherlock he's back," William looked at Watson with some embarrassment, and when Watson left, he had promised Watson to take care of Sherlock, but······

"Did something happen?"

Watson said as if he realized something.

"That's right," said William, telling Watson what had happened, "I'm sorry, but I didn't travel my promise. ”

"Oh, don't do that, William," said Watson, "we all know that it's not much of a problem for you, after all, no one has noticed that Erin Adler would have drugged Sherlock in order to snatch his phone. ”

Speaking of this, Watson asked with some concern, "Is there anything wrong with that medicine?" ”

"It's nothing, I checked it with a professional, and it will be fine tomorrow."

William shook his head and said.

"It's okay, William, don't worry too much."

After the two had finished speaking, William told Aunt Hudson about her trip to the country, and said that Aunt Hudson would be back before Christmas Eve.

In the evening, because Sherlock was still sleeping in William's bed, and Aunt Hudson went to the country, William had to cook, and after he and Watson had eaten, they watched a television show together for a while, chatted for a while, and then rested.

The next morning, he heard a "plop" outside, and when William woke up, he realized that it was a sound coming from his room, and it was Sherlock who was sleeping in his room now!

Thinking of this, William hurriedly got up from the sofa and rushed into the house.

"Sherlock!"

As soon as William pushed open the door, he saw a broken porcelain next to Sherlock, a large piece of woolen blanket stained with water, and the red roses inserted in it were scattered, like blood dripping on the ground.

"William."

Sherlock stood up wrapped in a sheet and looked at William, with an inexplicable glint in his silver-gray eyes, "I have something I want to tell you. ”

"What?" William saw that Sherlock's words were serious, and he couldn't help but become serious.

"I remember what happened yesterday," Sherlock said, and saw William stunned, he remembered which kiss he had with William that could not be said to be touch or kiss, and the expression on William's face when he later said that he liked him, he didn't know if to say his choice to William, "I'm sorry, William, I ······"

Seeing that William was stunned and didn't come back to his senses, the words that Sherlock wanted to say were not spoken after all, but just said, "I don't have this idea now, if I need to ······"

"You don't need to!"

William came back to his senses suddenly, thinking of the kiss he had with Sherlock, and then the lie he had told Severus Snape, and couldn't help but cry without tears, sure enough, it was wrong to deceive, you see, this is coming without retribution.

"I'm sorry, William." Sherlock said, tightening William's feet, loosening the sheets wrapped around him, reaching over William's shoulders and making him look at him, "I'll try to love you, but if it still can't, it really can't." ”

"No need, what I said is a lie, you don't have to care."

William turned his head sideways, resisting his desire to look into Sherlock's eyes.

"You're in a weak heart, William."

Sherlock said, letting go of William and taking a step back, "Your eyes are dodging, your words are tangled, and it means that you are lying. ”

“······”

William turned his face abruptly, stared at Sherlock's eyes, and said, "My gaze is dodging, I've been staring at you all along!" ”

Sherlock was stunned for a moment, then suddenly smiled.

"You have a low IQ, a wrong mouth, a short speech, a willful person, and a mess," Sherlock said seriously, and seeing that William's face was getting darker and darker, he slowly raised the corners of his lips, "But you are a gentle man, William." ”

"Huh?"

William was stunned for a moment, blushing as he looked at the corners of Sherlock's raised lips.

"Ah, it's hot," William turned his face abruptly, looking at the broken porcelain on the floor, and dispelled the subject, "Sherlock, aren't you hot?" I think it's so hot! Is summer coming? ”

"It's December, stupid."

Sherlock finished expressionlessly, tightened the sheets on his body, shook his head, and went downstairs.

Watching Sherlock leave, for some reason, William felt faintly lost.

Does he really like Sherlock?

No, no, why does this Sherlock feel a little ······ all of a sudden today? Sensibility?

Could it be that there is some sequelae of yesterday's aphrodisiac?

Just as he was thinking, suddenly there was a loud knock on the door downstairs, and the sound was so rough that it seemed like it was about to be smashed.