You go, I don't have a super-British friend like you [Zhongyingmei]

Sherlock wanted to roll his eyes angrily.After not seeing each other for two years, Peggy's stink of not being able to grasp the key points still hasn't been cured.

Is this the time to haggle over wallets with wizards?Is there something wrong with her mind?

Sherlock kept his mouth shut and looked out the window unhappily at the street.The street still maintains the style of the [-]th century, the pavement is made of stone slabs, and the street is winding, stealing a mysterious flavor.

Peggy looked disapprovingly at the cramped Harry and the guarded Arthur.After realizing that these so-called wizards would not answer her question directly, Peggy waved her hands impatiently: "Forget it, there is always a phone here, right?"

"Ah! Telephone! Speaking of which, you Muggles are very creative in many things!" Arthur's face seemed to be lit up by some kind of divine light, "The telephone is an amazing invention!"

Peggy looked at Arthur with a black line on her face, and then looked at Harry: "Does it mean that there is no more?"

"Er...we all communicate by owl, Miss Kent."

"Owl?" Paige frowned.

"Yes, they can deliver letters to anyone."

Peggy rolled her eyes, and sat weakly on the wooden chair in the room: "If I send an owl to Clark, it will definitely not be able to save a life from Jonathan's asshole."

Peggy's words made Arthur frown.Arthur glanced at Sherlock, who had nothing to do with his face, and Harry, who was beside him with a frightened face.He finally said something like I'll help you figure out something, and pulled Harry out of the room.

It wasn't until Harry closed the door that Arthur asked in a slightly serious tone, "Did that female Muggle ever threaten you? Harry."

"Miss Kent? No, of course not!"

Harry's words made Arthur slightly relieved, but soon he said in a somewhat reproachful tone: "Harry, you have to know that exposing the secrets of the wizarding world in front of Muggles is a very dangerous thing. Many of us Things that are normal to them are abnormal to them. We can't tell them about the wizarding world unguarded."

"But Miss Kent is a good person."

Arthur shook his head regretfully: "Even if the other party is a good person."

Realizing that he had made a mistake, Harry lowered his head a little guiltily.

Arthur sighed softly: "We have to find a way to deal with the troubles in front of us. No matter what, we can't let the Ministry of Magic know that they are here. Merlin, the last time I violated the rules of the Ministry of Magic was when I was a student."

Harry was about to say something sorry when he looked up and saw the excitement on Arthur's face.

Sensing Harry's gaze, Arthur put away his inappropriate expression a little embarrassedly: "Can you go talk to them and ask them to stay in the room temporarily and not move around? I'll go outside to see the situation, and I will They got out of here safely, we need help."

"No problem, Mr Weasley." Harry nodded.When Weasley was about to turn around and leave, Harry stopped him again: "Mr. Weasley! About that Black..."

Weasley's face darkened: "Harry, now is not the time to discuss this, we need to take things one by one slowly. Okay?"

Despite his inner reluctance, Harry finally nodded.

While Harry and Arthur were discussing the solution, the two people in the room were also discussing countermeasures.No, it's not so much a discussion as Sherlock's unilateral seizure of control.

Although she doesn't have much contact with Harry, Peggy has a lot of affection for Harry.When Harry raised the magic stick at Sherlock to protect her, Paige knew she could trust him.Therefore, in the face of the situation in front of her, Peggy didn't seem too flustered, and she had reason to firmly believe that she and Sherlock would be safe and sound.

However, Sherlock, who has always been thoughtful, is not so optimistic.He has been observing the situation on the street outside the window.Even in summer, almost all the people on that street, men, women and children, wore black clothes resembling cloaks.Fortunately, among these people, few of them took out their wands on the street.

Sherlock withdrew his gaze and looked at Peggy: "Let's go."

"Go?" Peggy looked at Sherlock in a daze, "Where are you going?"

Sherlock showed a somewhat impatient expression: "Didn't you listen carefully to what the man named Weasley said? We shouldn't know everything here, I can assure you that their so-called Ministry of Magic is to protect their secrets sex exists."

"But Harry he..."

"Oh, Miss Kent, I don't expect you to have a brain, but can you have some common sense anyway? Regardless of his relationship with you, he is only a minor. He is only a minor with a wand. Pin your hopes on a fugitive Chasing down minors is the most unreliable plan I've ever heard. Sorry, you probably don't have a plan at all, because it's not a plan."

Peggy stared at Sherlock a little angrily: "That clever Mr. Holmes, how are you going to leave? Walk out in a big way? Let me remind you, the bartender has noticed us. He didn't go upstairs to question us, did he?" Because Harry and Mr Weasley came forward to convince him."

Sherlock rolled his eyes and walked to the window.He lightly buckled the latch on the window with his hand, pulled it up, and then easily pushed the window open: "Jump through the window, understand?"

Paige went to the window and looked down.The height of the first floor of the bar is much higher than that of the second floor, and with the height of the window sill, Peggy felt that she would face a challenge.

"To tell you the truth, the last time I jumped out of the window, there was soft soil and Portman as a pad for me."

Sherlock didn't answer, turned over neatly and jumped out of the window.He's more athletic than Paige imagined.When it landed, it looked steady and light on its feet.

Sherlock stood up, turned around and waved to Peggy: "Hurry up."

Peggy sat on the windowsill and looked down: "This is higher than I thought."

Sherlock sighed: "If you don't dance, they will find us."

Peggy supported the window frame, stretched her neck and looked at the ground again: "I'm not sure I can do it."

After Sherlock lowered his head for a few seconds, he raised his neck again and opened his arms to Peggy on the windowsill on the second floor: "I will catch you."

Having said all of this, Peggy felt that it would be a bit unreasonable for her not to dance.Anyway, there was Sherlock as a pad, he didn't look as strong as Portman, but it was better than falling directly on the stone road.

Peggy took a deep breath and said, "I'll jump!"

Sherlock nodded expressionlessly.

Peggy summoned up her courage and jumped.

During the short, brief fraction of a second, which was infinitely elongated by the senses, Peggy saw Sherlock, who opened his arms towards her, quickly retracted his arms, and dodged to the side.

"Sherlock! Fuck... hiss—" Peggy fell to the ground, her knees hitting the cold stone slab.

Sherlock shrugged innocently at the angry Peggy: "Shouldn't you thank me? An important lesson in life - don't trust anyone."

"You wait for me!" Peggy pointed at the tip of Sherlock's nose.

Sherlock looked at both ends of the alley: "If you hang around for a while, you will have to rub your knees in the prison of the wizarding world."

Hearing this, Peggy reluctantly stood up.Seeing that she was inconvenient to move, Sherlock held her arms with a look of disgust and walked towards the west alley.

While the two were carefully experiencing the dangers of the wizarding world, Alice, who picked up Peggy's handbag but didn't see her, was pacing back and forth in the reception room of Scotland Yard anxiously.

"It's over, it's over! Peggy must have been attacked by some mysterious organization! She must have been kidnapped! My God! Could it be human trafficking? Or human experimentation?" Alice couldn't help but pace anxiously. Live in broken thoughts.

Both Watson and Molly spoke comforting words to her, but she didn't seem to listen to a word.

"It must be so! Otherwise it wouldn't explain why she didn't lose the money in her handbag and the phone. My God, my poor Peggy. I'm sorry for her." Alice couldn't help crying, " I should have been at home with her, and I should have thick food in the fridge."

Watson and Molly had nothing to do with Alice who was crying bitterly.They could only sit quietly in the reception room, hoping that Lestrade would bring them some good news.

About eleven o'clock in the morning, Lestrade knocked on the door of the reception room.Alice, who sat in the reception room all night because of worry, looked at Lestrade with red eyes.

"We may need Miss Brown's help." Lestrade's voice sounded unhappy, and Alice could tell from his tone that the good news was not coming.

Alice's heart sank, and she asked with a trembling voice, "Did the kidnapper call?"

"Uh...there is a phone call, but it should not be the kidnapper."

Alice blinked puzzled.

Lestrade looked down at the notebook in his hand: "Someone called 'I can't get my sister' sent three text messages to Miss Kent. For privacy and safety reasons, we didn't reply. 3 minutes The other party called before."

"You took it?"

Lestrade shook his head: "Not yet. I would like to ask Miss Brown for your opinion first. How is it? Do you have any impression of this person called..."I can't get my sister so old?"

Just as Alice shook her head, a police detective ran up to Lestrade with a phone in his hand: "Detective, that guy is texting again."

"say what?"

"Remember to have breakfast when you get up." The detective read each word word by word, and then added, "I think it should be Miss Kent's boyfriend from the tone of his voice."

Lestrade cast a glance at him: "Who would give such a nickname to his boyfriend."

The police detective said with a look of disbelief: "Why not? The note my girlfriend gave me is 'Ten Thousand Years Jack'."

Lestrade sighed: "Be careful yourself."

Just as he finished speaking, the phone rang again.

Lestrade looked at the caller ID and frowned.

Alice hesitated for a moment, then stretched out her hand: "How about...let me pick it up and see if it's Peggy's friend. I can make an excuse that it's not convenient for her to answer the phone in the shower."

Lestrade hesitated for a moment, and handed the ringing phone to Alice.

Several text messages went unanswered.After much hesitation, Clark decided to call Peggy again.He always felt uncomfortable, and he always felt that his heart was beating abnormally when he didn't hear Peggy's voice.

This time, after the phone rang for a while, it was answered.

Clark breathed a sigh of relief.

"Peggy? Are you still sleeping? It's almost noon in London. Get up early and have something to eat."

As soon as Alice heard Clark's voice, she burst into tears: "Cousin Peggy, Peggy has been kidnapped!"

Clark only felt his heartbeat stop for a moment, and then it started beating rapidly in his chest.

He almost deformed the phone receiver: "What did you say?"

☆、Chapter 43

Alice cried and held the phone to prevent Lestrade from snatching it away. While avoiding Lestrade's hand extended towards her, she told Clark on the other end of the phone about the current situation in an orderly manner.Although everything Alice said was true, because she already believed that Peggy had been kidnapped in her heart, in the version she narrated, the whole incident was short of a blackmail call to mark a perfect comma.

Lestrade asked the detectives to pull away Watson, who was standing between him and Alice, and finally succeeded in snatching the phone from Alice when Alice described the whole incident.He held the phone, let out a long breath, and put the receiver to his ear: "Hello, Mr. Kent."

Clark suppressed his anger, and said in a calm tone: "I'm sorry I'm not in the mood to greet you. I just want to know where Peggy went."

Lestrade glanced at the aggrieved Alice, and said in a calm tone: "We are still investigating. Most of what Miss Brown said is true, but the current signs cannot be identified as Miss Kent. kidnapped."

Alice heard this, and shouted: "The phone and money in her handbag are all there, isn't it kidnapping!"

Lestrade glanced at Molly as if begging for help, and Molly hurried forward to appease Alice, lest she say any more words that would add fuel to the fire.

Holding the phone, Lestrade said solemnly: "Mr. Kent, please rest assured. We will definitely find Miss Kent as soon as possible."

Clark didn't want to sound like a mean person, but he still couldn't help saying: "The last time you spent more than ten years trying to find the murderer of Paige's mother, your promise is meaningless to me .”

The call was cut off.Lestrade reluctantly handed the phone to the detective who was silently observing the situation.He wanted to get angry at Alice, but Alice answered the phone with his permission.In other words, if the call would cause some diplomatic trouble, he would be the first to get rid of it.

"Miss Brown, this will affect our case." Lestrade stared at the pouting Alice, "Miss Kent's situation is not even up to the standard for filing a case. We can't just because a handbag that she lost It was concluded that she had been kidnapped."

"She hasn't come home all night!"

"The streets are full of young girls who stay out all night. To be honest, her current situation is not even considered missing. If it weren't for Dr. Watson and Molly, we would even..." Lestrade sighed, " If you disclose your personal unilateral speculation to Miss Kent's family in this way, it is likely to cause diplomatic problems."

"I'm just worried about her." Alice pursed her lips.

Lestrade felt a headache, and felt again that it would be a good thing to have that annoying fellow Sherlock in London.It wasn't the first time Sherlock had felt this way since his death.It was only when Watson and Molly were in front of him that this feeling became more intense.He had no doubt that Sherlock could figure out the ins and outs of the matter with that ordinary handbag.

Lestrade tried not to show his exhaustion and loss, and suggested that Alice and others go to eat something.With the help of Watson and Molly, Alice agreed to go to the restaurant for a cup of coffee and a sandwich.

Without the stubborn Alice in the office area, Lestrade felt that the air was much lighter.However, he was relieved for less than 10 minutes when he saw a police officer running towards him in a panic.

"Boss, a Yankee came outside and said he was Peggy Kent's family."

Lestrade frowned: "Yankee?"

"Well, that's the person who helped rescue us when our police station was bombed last time. It seems to be called..."

"Clark Kent." Lestrade's voice dropped.

"Yes! That's him."

Lestrade supported his forehead with a headache: "Why does he happen to be in London every time his cousin has an accident?"

The policeman looked at his leader in bewilderment.

Lestrade sighed: "Let's go, we have to explain to him as soon as possible, I don't want to cause diplomatic problems because of this kind of case."

As soon as Lestrade reached the door of the reception room, he saw Clark in a gray checked shirt standing by the table.He looked as restless as Alice, unable to sit still.Lestrade took a deep breath and mustered up the courage to step into the reception room.

"Mr. Kent, hello."

Clark looked at Lestrade and nodded at him: "What happened?"

"Miss Brown couldn't wait for Miss Kent to come home last night, and Miss Kent's phone was not answered. Out of concern, she went out to look for Miss Kent. She found Miss Kent on the road two blocks from her house She was worried that something happened to Miss Kent, so she came to the police station for help. So far, we have not been able to find Miss Kent."

Clark's brow furrowed sharply.Although Alice's narration sounds a bit exaggerated, after hearing Lestrade's version, Clark had to admit that most of Alice's conjectures were correct.The only question is who actually kidnapped Paige.The other party didn't take Peggy's bag and mobile phone, which means that the money is not the purpose of the other party.So, what will be the purpose of the other party?Peggy?or him?

Clark felt that his mind was in a mess, and he quickly searched the memory bank for possible negligence in previous actions that exposed his identity.But after thinking about it for a long time, he couldn't find a clue.

"Is there any clue from the street surveillance?" Clark forced himself to calm down.

Lestrade's face became a little ugly: "We have a little technical problem."

"question?"

"We did find Miss Kent on the street surveillance. At the same time, there was a boy dragging luggage. But due to equipment failure, the picture stopped shortly after the two collided. Wait for the surveillance equipment When things returned to normal, Miss Kent was gone."

"What about the other surveillance videos nearby?"

Lestrade took a deep breath, he didn't want his next words to sound like an excuse: "There are many alleys in that block without surveillance equipment, so we are not sure if Miss Kent left from another alley, or... ...Or they were taken away from other alleys. In short, we did not see her and the little boy in the surveillance again."

Clark thought for a while and said, "I need a backup of the surveillance video."

Lestrade showed a troubled look.

Clark didn't waver in the slightest, he stared at Lestrade fixedly, and said firmly, "I want it now."

Lestrade was forced by Clark's aura to feel a little lacking in confidence.He took a small step back without any trace: "I have no right to..."

"Does Inspector Lestrade want me to contact the embassy immediately and post a tweet on Twitter?" When Clark said this, what came to mind was the imaginary Peggy facing such a situation. The expression of pretending to be calm in the situation.That kind of arrogant and aggressive expression.Peggy with that expression would not look cute, no one would look cute, but Clark felt that he really wanted to see Peggy put on that annoying face.

When Lestrade was about to say something more, Alice who rushed over after hearing the news pushed open the door of the reception room.

"Cousin Peggy!" she shouted, tears welling up in her eyes, "It's great that you happen to be in London! You should find a way to save Peggy."

Lestrade dragged Alice out of the reception room with a headache: "Miss Brown, please don't add trouble. It is our police's business to find people. He is an American citizen and there is no way to find people in England."

Alice wrinkled her nose disapprovingly: "But he's an agent. He must have his own channel."

Lestrade only felt his eyebrows twitch: "Agent? Who said that?"

"Sherlock. Last time Paige's cousin appeared, he deduced that Paige's cousin was an agent. I think he was right. But Paige didn't believe Sherlock's words, and it's not convenient for me to continue discussing this issue." Stick to your opinions."

Lestrade didn't want to believe a word of Alice's words.However, if this is Sherlock's deduction, then this Clark Kent, nine times out of ten, is indeed an agent.Consider the speed with which he turned up at Scotland Yard less than half an hour after the call ended.Lestrade wholeheartedly agreed with the inference that Clark Kent was an agent.

Things got tricky all of a sudden.If the other party is an agent, he must be inextricably linked with the government.Moreover, it is not clear which country the other party is an agent of. The current situation will cause serious diplomatic problems if one is not careful.This is not something that a detective like him, Lestrade, can afford.Even if McCoff came forward, this question would probably be enough for him to toss.

Lestrade weighed it for a while, and decided to pretend to be deaf and dumb, and backed up the surveillance video to Clark.In this way, if he can solve the problem through his channel, the matter may not develop to the point where it cannot be handled.

At the time when Lestrade ordered his subordinates to back up the video.Clark sat restlessly in the reception room, trying to find Peggy's whereabouts in bustling London through his amazing hearing.While ruling out one street after another, he secretly blamed himself for rarely using his super power to find out Peggy's voice and location in order to keep his promise with Peggy.This made him feel that the search work was an extremely unfamiliar thing at this moment.

Several times, he thought he heard Peggy's voice, but soon, the tiny voice slipped away inadvertently like a small fish between fingers.After repeated several times, Clark found that there always seemed to be a thin wall between him and Peggy.From this point of view, Alice's deduction is not wrong, and Peggy was indeed taken away.Moreover, judging from the current situation, the other party is likely to come for him.

Clark unconsciously clenched the corner of the table.

When Lestrade returned to the reception room with the video backup, he was surprised to find that the corner of the steel table had deformed at some point.He glanced at Clark suspiciously, but saw no clues from his serious face.

☆、Chapter 44

Bruce woke up a long time ago, but because the tender model beside him circled his neck like an octopus, he could only lie quietly on the bed at five o'clock in the morning, closing his eyes and meditating.

Bruce was a little surprised when the phone vibrated.Very few people will contact him at this point in time.But no matter who chooses such an inappropriate time, it means that the call must not bring good news.

Bruce stretched his arms and took the phone from the bedside table.

Paige Kent's name glowed blue in the incoming line.

Bruce frowned.

Peggy seldom contacted him actively. Even after learning that Bruce Wayne was Batman, Peggy did not change her indifferent attitude towards Bruce Wayne.It had made Bruce silently praise Peggy's composure in his mind.

If he remembered correctly, the summer vacation at Gotham University wasn't over yet.According to Nancy, Peggy will not spend the summer in Gotham.Bruce thought for a while and couldn't figure out why Peggy called him.

After hesitating again and again, Bruce pressed the answer button.

Despite his lucidity, Bruce pretended to be disturbed and murmured impatiently.

As expected, Peggy's piercing voice did not sound.Instead, a calm male voice came over.

"It's me, Clark. I need your help with something."

Bruce's face sank, and he rolled over and sat up.Holding the phone, he ignored the young model's complaining eyes, went straight to the balcony, and closed the sliding door behind him.

"How did you contact me on her phone?"

Clark glanced at the London police outside the reception room, and said in a low voice, "Peggy has been kidnapped, and I need your help."

Bruce paused for a moment, and said in a cold tone: "That has nothing to do with me. I remember that our agreement did not include 'When Peggy Kent disappeared, Batman is obliged to assist Kal-El to find her'" one item."

Clark suppressed his emotions and said in a steady tone: "This is not an agreement, Wayne, this is a request. Help me find Peggy, please."

There is a large man-made pool outside the bedroom, and there is a mist surging on the surface of the pool in the early morning, which makes Bruce feel that the air is damp and cool.Holding the phone, he looked back at the young model who was still sleeping on the bed, and asked after a few seconds, "Where are you now?"

"London."

Bruce felt a little like cursing.He had expected Clark to say he was in Washington or something.

Asking him to intervene in things other than Gotham is already too much. This is good for the Kent brothers and sisters. Not to mention crossing the border of Gotham City, they even crossed the border of the United States. The first time you ask him for help, throw him an international problem. .

Bruce raised his hand and rubbed his eyes: "What do I need to do?"

"I have a surveillance video here, but due to unknown reasons, part of the video has malfunctioned. And that video may just capture what happened to Peggy. I need you to help me restore the video."

The young model on the bed didn't see Bruce coming back for a long time, so she got up by herself and walked towards Bruce on the balcony.Bruce opened the glass door and didn't hang up the phone.He glanced at the smiling young model, then raised the corner of his mouth and said, "Honey, you should leave. I'm sorry I have other things to deal with."

Before the tender model could speak, Bruce walked out and said to Clark on the other end of the phone, "Send the video."

After Clark passed the video to Bruce, he sat back in his chair and concentrated on searching for Peggy's voice in the vast crowd.

It was one thing for Bruce to agree to help, quite another to be able to help.As Peggy's disappearance dragged on, Clark had to assume the worst.He wondered if he should give up his principles and show his true ability in the eyes of everyone if an emergency happened.

While Clark was anxiously searching for Peggy, Peggy glared at Sherlock resentfully while holding a dirty robe.

"Are you serious? Let me wear this?"

Sherlock put another dirty robe on himself: "If you don't want to be caught."

"Don't make it sound like it's all because of me."

Sherlock picked up a tattered hat, patted the ashes, and put it on his head: "Only a fool will pay attention to the cause of things, and a wise man will only find a solution."

Peggy stretched her legs when she heard the words: "I hurt my knee, I can't walk, you should think of a solution."

Sherlock rolled his eyes: "You can pretend to be a cripple and follow me, or you can stay here and wait for the Ministry of Magic to catch you."

Peggy stood there with an unhappy face, Sherlock snatched the dirty coat from Peggy's hand, didn't even shake it, and put it directly on Peggy's body.Before Peggy could cry out, he covered her mouth, pulled her to his side, and put his hand on her arm.

Sherlock took Peggy and walked into Knockturn Alley with a half-bow.Compared with the alley next door, there are far fewer people in this alley. Almost everyone covers their faces with a large cloak, only a few well-dressed wizards walk proudly in the alley with.For the two of Sherlock, this alley is much easier to hide than the alley next door.No matter how much they hide themselves, they don't look weird.

The shop windows in the alley were dark, giving off a gloomy and terrifying smell.Sherlock took Peggy's arm, and carefully walked towards the other end of the alley at a normal pace.

"I said, that cousin of yours, Clark Kent, isn't he from Earth, right?" Sherlock said to Peggy while observing the surrounding situation, "I started because he was an agent of a certain organization, But what happened later showed that my deduction was wrong. Even if he is an agent, he needs a false identity. However, I checked the customs system and could not find his entry records. His attire and accent are sufficient It explained where he came from, and without entry registration, it can only show that he entered the UK through unofficial channels. Of course, it is possible to smuggle or cross the English Channel. But... After that, there appeared in London who could hold A trapeze man in a blue suit and a red cape flying in an airplane. We've got to make a wild guess, don't we?"

Smart people are really unpleasant.

While thinking to herself, Peggy said, "How do you know wizards can't fly?"

Sherlock chuckled: "When the knight bus appeared, I also quickly considered this conjecture. But... If he is really a wizard. He should have found you by now. Isn't it? So, the wizard is ruled out After guessing, I can only think that he is not a human from this planet."

Peggy panicked a lot, but still said in a mocking tone: "You won't be able to be a detective in the future, you can change your career to write science fiction."

Sherlock tapped Peggy's inner wrist lightly with his index finger: "When people try to cover up the truth, the heart rate will reveal everything."

Paige jerked her hand away from Sherlock's.

"Simple polygraph machine works. Isn't it?"

Peggy's face was sullen, and she didn't intend to talk nonsense with Sherlock.She has already seen how smart Sherlock is, and she doesn't need to talk to him in such a situation that is not good for her. The more she talks, the more information she will expose.

Peggy turned her eyes elsewhere, ignoring the people around her.

The two were very close, and Sherlock kept holding Peggy's arm tightly, as if to prevent her from doing anything out of the ordinary.

"Miss Kent, your current behavior is simply confirming all my conjectures." Sherlock whispered to Peggy.His tone could not tell whether it was a kind reminder or a malicious ridicule.This made Paige feel irritable.

"You have time to play guessing games with me, you might as well think about how to get out of trouble."

Sherlock pursed his lips: "What do you think I'm doing? I'm trying to find a way to get us out of trouble."

Peggy gave Sherlock a white look: "You did it so obviously but I didn't see it. I'm really sorry."

An old woman dressed in rags came towards Peggy's direction. Sherlock quickly pulled Peggy away from the other's outstretched hand, and then left quickly.

"If you want me to say, none of us will hold back now. I didn't report your cousin's identity to Scotland Yard last time, and I won't this time." Sherlock looked back at the behavior just now as he spoke. Did the strange old woman catch up, "I need your help."

Peggy stopped and looked at Sherlock suspiciously: "Do you need my help?"

"To be precise, I need your cousin's help."

Peggy rolled her eyes: "Don't even think about it."

Sherlock took Paige's arm, not letting her go.

Peggy's eyes slanted: "I think the bridge of your nose is almost healed."

"I don't have time to joke with you." Sherlock quickly glanced at a man in black not far away, "We are being watched."

Peggy heard that and followed Sherlock's line of sight to look over.

A man with black head to toe was watching them quietly from a distance of less than ten meters.The man's eyes were sharp, and his pale face was even more sinister with his big hooked nose.

Peggy looked away in a panic, trying to pretend she wasn't aware of the other party's existence.However, the man did not leave as she wished.Instead, he walked towards them.

Snape had noticed something was wrong 2 minutes ago.The wizards who would come to Knockturn Alley were not serious people, but even so, the man and woman in the shabby robes were too strange.

Snape could tell from the woman's steps that she was not very old, and although the two of them tried to hide their appearance with their robes and hats, it was clear that the woman was not very good at disguising themselves.Young wizards seldom visited Knockturn Alley, and even if they did, they were mostly people like the Malfoy family, walking across the street with their heads held high and their wands in their hands.

Snape flicked his robes, put his right hand into the wand pocket, and walked towards the two of them.

☆、Chapter 45

Peggy watched the wizard in black walking towards her and Sherlock, and she unconsciously hid behind Sherlock.Even though she knows Harry, it doesn't mean she knows more about the wizarding world than Sherlock.In fact, Peggy's understanding of the wizarding world, until now, is still limited to those unreliable descriptions in fairy tales and legends.

Witches are evil old women with hooked noses, and wizards seem to be mostly kind old men with white beards and wands.

Paige glanced at the wizard walking towards them.

male, hooked nose...

Paige was a little unsure whether the evil wizards in the story were because they were mostly women, or because they all had hooked noses.Out of prudent considerations, Peggy chose to hide behind Sherlock.

Snape stopped about two meters away from the two of them.He raised his chin slightly, and looked at the two of them with contemptuous eyes: "I've never seen you two before."

Sherlock didn't change his face, and said in a mocking tone: "What? The Ministry of Magic has started to hire people to conduct a census of wizards?"

Snape curled his lips in disdain, as if he dismissed Sherlock's deliberate mention of the Ministry of Magic.Snape's reaction made Sherlock feel a little complicated.On the one hand, Snape's disdainful expression proved that he was not a staff member of the Ministry of Magic, which was undoubtedly a good thing for Sherlock and Peggy.On the other hand, Snape's calm reaction also showed that he was different from those ordinary wizards.At least he seemed wiser and more composed than that Arthur Weasley.

Sherlock's brain was spinning rapidly, but he still didn't show anything on his face.

Snape glanced at Peggy who was hiding behind Sherlock: "I just passed by the Leaky Cauldron, and I heard some interesting rumors there. I wonder if you two have heard about it?"

Sherlock pursed his lips indifferently: "You're talking about that Black escaped from Azkaban?"

Snape frowned, and he quickly controlled his emotions, not letting himself show his disgust in front of these two strangers.

"No, I'm talking about another thing. After all, they even posted arrest warrants, and the fugitive from Azkaban is not a rumor."

Sherlock shrugged: "I haven't heard any other interesting rumors. We're in a hurry, sorry."

Snape quickly took a small step in the direction Sherlock was heading, blocking his way.Peggy, who was following Sherlock, bumped into Sherlock's back and had to stop.

Snape slowly pulled out his black wand from his pocket. He carefully observed Sherlock's expression, and when he found that the other party didn't seem flustered by his aggressive action, he couldn't help but cast his gaze on Sherlock. The people behind Locke.

"I heard that two Muggles have sneaked into the Leaky Cauldron. It's the first time in all these years." Snape leaned slightly, his eyes fixed on Peggy who was dodging behind Sherlock.

Sherlock moved a small step unhurriedly, blocking Snape's view: "My niece is timid."

When Peggy heard this, she almost exploded with anger.She was just about to swear, when she accidentally caught Snape's eyes, and shut her mouth in fright.

"Niece?" Snape raised his eyebrows, then nodded at Sherlock.