Chapter 18 There is also piracy in the wizarding world

Let's rewind the memory back to about a week ago, remember the 'Pink Study'?

And also...... Mr. Jeff Hope, the 'lovely, bespectacled, ordinary man who looked like a retired worker who had dragged Daniel to an old construction site and told him to make a choice between life and death'.

In fact, Daniel scared him out of the way.

Not every normal person can calmly accept the supernatural event of 'a person disappearing in front of him out of thin air'.

So, he sent an illogical, panicked email to his 'patron'.

And his patron - Jim, or as he is more familiar with it, is Professor Moriarty.

At this time, he was observing the medical examiner Jasmine not far from the hospital, preparing himself for his future appearances to ensure that when he appeared in front of Sherlock, he would have a perfect opening.

But I have to say that Jasmine's life is regular and simple.

This is a very conservative, simple, and fantasizing about love, commuting to and from work at a fixed time, eating, and occasionally chatting with colleagues.

She is very likable, but her living environment and social contacts are very simple, so that her spare time life is dull and boring (Sherlock Holmes is perhaps the only accident and excitement in her life), and at the same time, her professional qualities and work ethic are very good, and she is very kind-hearted.

But these excellent qualities, for Professor Moriarty, are just boring!

He stirred the coffee cup with a spoon boredly, planning to spend a few days to contact the girl, and then easily take her, and then use her to appear in front of Sherlock in the open.

Of course, you can't be in too much of a hurry, and it's good to take your time when it's interesting, just like makelove, stretch out a little bit and let the high/tide come slowly.

Then, his phone's email prompt sounded.

"Sir...... Oh, God...... I met a ghost...... Miraculous supernatural thing, is he here to stop my crimes...... God, it'...... Is it real? ”

The taxi driver, who had an aneurysm, described it incoherently, apparently scared enough.

Coupled with the fact that he is terminally ill and can return to heaven at any time, his chaotic brain gives him a lot of wrong assumptions.

"Goblins? Is there a fang? ”

Moriarty replied to him with interest.

"He didn't have fangs, he was just an ordinary blue-eyed, dark-haired young man...... He was going to go to Diogenes, I dragged him to an old building, made him choose between life and death, and then disappeared into thin air...... Oh my God, is God real? Is he going to punish me? ”

A terminally ill taxi driver vents his pain in a rambling email.

You must know that after getting a terminal illness, he was not afraid of life and death, and his only concern was his poor child.

For the sake of the child, he chose to kill people...... But when he encountered a supernatural event, the short-lived religious belief in his childhood once again hit his heart, and he couldn't help but lament: "God, are you real? Is this a warning? Warn me: if you don't stop, you'll go to hell......"

"It's a pity that from the moment the first person died, you had already booked a place in hell."

Professor Moriarty soon brutally shattered the last shred of the old man's hopes for life after death.

He doesn't have the patience to coax crying children like a father, he has a lot of customers, and he is very busy every day......

Moreover, although he was very interested in the magical 'angel' that disappeared in the old man's mouth, he had no desire to listen to the boring words of the old taxi driver.

"There are some things that you can't stop when you start." He wrote in the email he replied to.

Then, simply impatiently, he gave a direct to the naked/naked voice reply: "Keep going, get the money, and then go to hell; Or quit and go to hell without a penny, the choice is yours! ”

So, the little old man never sent an email again.

This senseless struggle is like a drop of rain falling into the sea, and it can't even ripple out.

Moriarty sneered and left the matter behind.

After the incident, there were still people who continued to 'die by suicide'.

It proves that the taxi serial killer has obviously made the second option of 'go on and go to hell when you get the money'...... Until Sherlock Holmes catches him.

But like Sherlock, Moriarty, while he was excited about the 'thrill of being evenly matched when he made a case and fought with the other party', he also set his sights on another mysterious force hidden in London - wizards with magical powers.

After a week or so,

The 'blue-eyed, dark-haired young man' was once again on the streets of London, with the aim of ...... In order to break up the great marriage of Sherlock Holmes's cohabitant Dr. Watson?

Consider what the 'taxi serial killer' said in the email, 'He's going to the Diogenes Club'.

This man is clearly connected to Mycrof Holmes.

So, Moriarty got a little curious, and he wanted to try him himself.

As soon as this thought came to him, he felt the tension and excitement that he had not felt for a long time.

It is the instinctive excitement and excitement of human beings when faced with unknown and mysterious things.

You know, before that, only the battle of wits with Sherlock Holmes could arouse such strong interest and emotional fluctuations in him.

'Awesome! ’

Moriarty grinned happily, pulled at his short-sleeved T-shirt, and walked briskly, like a cheerful and sunny young man, to engage in a botched pick-up activity.

Things went smoothly when Daniel smiled and asked him, 'Do you mean yourself by better person?' 'When......

'Oops, hooked'.

Little Jim happily showed his little tiger teeth, he put the business card he had prepared a long time ago into Daniel's palm, and gently said in the other party's ear, "When you need it...... Remember to contact me. ”

The tail note is gently cocked, like a small fish hook with sweet bait...... Believing in 'casting a long line to catch a big fish', he happily walked backwards and made a lively gesture of making a phone call.

Daniel smiled and waved goodbye to him and watched him leave.

But after the figure disappeared, he neatly threw his business card in the trash.

Rather than dealing with a consulting criminal, it's better to go directly to a consulting detective. It's just as crazy, but at least, the latter has a doctor Watson to restrain him. ’

Completely ignoring that he had just played Dr. Watson tonight, Daniel thought to himself, "If Sherlock is invited to the wizarding world, Dr. Watson must be brought along." The kind-hearted, adorable teddy bear is simply Sherlock Holmes' conscience outside of his body. ’

One thing after another.

Early the next morning after returning to the wizarding world, Daniel thought to himself with some sadness: "This is really busy, I just said goodbye to the professor in the field of crime last night, and today I am going to see the professor in the field of potions, and the word 'professor' seems to be really related to it recently." ”

However, what needs to be done must be done.

When they actually met, the first impression of Professor Snape, the much-praised master of potions in Daniel's world...... Anyway, it's bad, it's disappointing.

In fact, the current time period is within a few years of Voldemort's ouster (which means that Lily Evans has not been dead for a few years......

So, during this time, we can imagine...... This man was almost crushed by guilt.

To describe him in two words, that is: the shape is like a bone and a withered shape.

He was a little thin and out of shape, and his tall body, like a bamboo pole with a wizard's robe, was blown by the wind and was empty. The face is also thin and fleshless, the cheekbones are high, the overly three-dimensional facial features make people look a little mean and snarky, the greasy black hair hangs down on both sides of the cheeks, lining the face is more pale and bloodless, cold black eyes, almost numb looking at the world.

It's not so much a human being as a 'walking zombie'.

"Merlin, look, look, what you've made yourself look like." Lucius Malfoy looked at him in almost shock.

Ignoring the obvious disgust in the other man's eyes, the platinum nobleman circled around him, frowning and muttering disapprovingly, "Damn, I should have come to see you...... Listen, if you continue like this, you will die in an unknown corner that day, quietly rotting, and no one will find out, damn it! You can't do this to yourself! ”

However, the professor only gave him a cold glance and said impatiently, "Shut up, Lucius." ”

Then, he turned his attention to Daniel and asked directly, "I heard that you want to see me?" ”

"Uh...... Yes. "Daniel is obviously a little uncomfortable with the professor's image at this time, imagining that the 'infatuated man' did not appear, and the one in front of him is simply a 'ghost in the world'.

"You sue Lucius, what the hell am I...... The man of the year? ”

Snape frowned, and continued to speak slowly in his somewhat hoarse low voice.

"Uh...... That's right. Daniel continued to blink his blue eyes and give an affirmative answer.

"Then can I help you and show mercy to my humble ......?"

He let out a sneer, saying this with a sarcastic expression, and then, in his deep voice, spat out a mocking tone that was almost as sharp as a knife, "How did you get the potion recipe I invented but never released to the public, huh?" ”

"Uh......" Daniel was speechless, and eventually, he gave the professor a heavy thumbs up, "That's a good question!" ”

However, he scolded the shameless scientific research group in the United States in his heart: You bastards, when you reprint other people's potions, you should notify the original author! Now the fucking pot is all on my back!

Damn, I was approached by the original author, and I was in a good mood, what should I do? Is it okay to give money? Wait online, hurry!