The Witch of Baker Street

I don't know how long Mo Han stood by the window. She didn't turn her head until she felt a pair of hands on her shoulders. It was Barton.

Undisguised worry was revealed from his pair of blue eyes, his hand was still on her shoulder without taking it away, and she didn't notice the sudden heat because she had been in the same position for too long And a little pain.

"Are you OK?"

Patton observed Mo Han's expression and asked hesitantly.

"It's okay." Mo Han shook his head, seeing that Barton's expression didn't change, he smiled slightly, "It's really okay."

Barton withdrew his hand, and his tone was a bit worried, "You've been standing there for almost two hours..."

"Two hours?" Mo Han stopped her walking towards the sofa in surprise, and suddenly turned her head, "So long?"

Barton nodded. He was never a liar.

Mo Han blinked her eyes, obviously she was also a little confused, but soon she rolled her eyes and smiled brightly.

"I just wanted to think about it casually, but I didn't expect to stand there for so long." She looked back at Sherlock and Watson's room, "Hey, how come Shelly and John haven't moved?"

"They're out." Barton bypassed Mo Han and consciously walked towards the kitchen, "You haven't eaten all day, aren't you hungry?"

Mo Han was still muttering, "These two guys are so meaningless, they left without even calling her." Yunyun didn't hear what Barton said at all, but only vaguely heard his voice, with a dull expression on his face. All the stupid "ah" sounds in the facial expressions fell into Barton's eyes.

Barton looked at her for two seconds, pursed his lips without any warning, and lowered his head slightly. The soft sunset shone on him, gently and softly covering him with a halo, instantly making this once tough guy super The hero becomes more approachable.

"Huh?"——this was Mo Han who was even more confused after seeing Patton's performance.

Barton stopped his smile, and immediately changed to his original serious look, as quickly as if it was just Mo Han's hallucination.

"What do you want to eat?" Barton turned his gaze to the clock on the wall, "It's already dinner time."

Mo Han turned his head, and sure enough the pointer was already outside 7.

"You don't have to, I'll invite you out to eat." Mo Han smiled happily, "Let's take it...to celebrate the earth's successful survival again."

When Barton agreed at the beginning, he didn't expect that Mo Han would take him to a bar when he asked him to go out to eat. Well, it was also a place to eat.There are always plenty of such pubs in the UK where you can eat and drink.

This is a two-story bar. The downstairs floor is a very conventional bar style. There are many people drinking, which sounds quite lively.The dining place is upstairs. There are many tables here, and many people are eating. Compared with the downstairs, it is much quieter.

Mo Han chose a seat by the window, and after the two of them sat down, the waiter delivered the dishes they had just ordered downstairs.

Mo Han’s is a grilled chicken set meal. The steaming golden chicken nuggets exude an attractive aroma, and form a visual color contrast with the lemon, carrot, and onion on the side, which makes people move their index fingers when they see it. Compared with Barton's fish and chips, it's really a bit much.

"So..." Mo Han bit his fork, staring at Barton's fish and chips and couldn't help asking, "Apart from bear cookies, you also like fish and chips? I remember last time in our store, you also chose fish and chips."

Button's fork kept on, and his answer was concise and to the point.

"It was delicious."

"Hehe." Mo Han laughed dryly. For a kid who grew up in England, fish and chips are delicious, but when they can eat good ones, they will try to avoid this food that has become a symbol of Britain. s things.

Or, what Barton likes is the french fries that are a bit close to the American dining culture?

Mo Han pouted, anyway, he chose it, she said it was her treat and he still chose this, then she has nothing to say.

Overall, the meal was very enjoyable. Even though the two of them didn't talk much, and most of them were said by Mo Han, Barton was able to say a few more words. This is different from the image of the agent who was less talkative and cold-faced before. A lot has changed.

After the meal, Mo Han proposed to go to the bar below for a drink.

"Drinking? You can only buy a bar at the age of 21 in the UK?" Barton raised his eyebrows.

"Yes, I'm 21 years old." Mo Han nodded, then pulled him up and walked down.

"Are you 21 years old?" Barton was a little stunned. He had memorized Mo Han's information and naturally knew her age. "But there is still one month..."

"That's not accurate, just because I was an abandoned baby, so the nun took the day when she picked me up as my birthday. But ten years ago today, I received a letter from an owl, Hogwarts It was delivered. Every little wizard will receive the Hogwarts admission letter on their 11th birthday, so I know today is my real birthday." While speaking, Mohan had pulled Barton downstairs, Unknowingly, Barton had been pulled aside by her to sit on the bar counter.

"It's just because I think it's good to use the date set by the nun as my birthday, so I never asked Mickey to change it for me." Mo Han shouted at the busy bartender, "pint of bitter beer)."

"What do you want?" Mo Han turned to look at Barton, and the bartender just happened to come over.

Button knocked on the table, nodded to the bartender, "pint of budweiser (a pint of Budweiser)."

The bartender was a young man who didn't look very old. He didn't say anything, he just turned around and worked for a while, and soon two glasses of beer appeared on the bar.

Mo Han raised his glass, looking very happy, "Come on, wish me a happy birthday!"

Barton raised his glass and touched her very kindly, "Happy birthday."

The deep voice seemed a bit special in the noisy environment, Mo Han grinned, and drank most of the wine in one breath.

"Drink slowly, it's easy to get drunk."

Barton just took a sip, and watched Mo Han's boozing appearance without reminding him.

Mo Han glanced at him, drank the rest of the beer, threw it on the table proudly, and then yelled at the bartender, "One more glass!"

The little bartender looked at Barton and then at Mo Han, then turned around and brought out another glass of beer, and put it in Mo Han's hand.

Holding the handle of the cup, Mo Han threw his head up without saying a word.

"Momo, what are you doing?"

Seeing that something was wrong, Barton finally came to his senses and reached out to stop Mo Han's movement, but it was too late, and the glass was already empty.

Mo Han raised it lightly, brushed off Barton's hand, and grinned, "Drink, it's my birthday, how can I not drink?"

He slapped the wine glass, and another sentence almost deafened the ears, "Have another glass!"

The bartender was a little hesitant this time. He looked at Mo Han's blushing face, and turned his questioning gaze to Barton.

Button didn't know what was wrong with Mo Han's posture. He drank two pints of beer as soon as he came up, and he was easy to get drunk.

"Momo..."

Before Barton finished speaking, he was interrupted by Mo Han waving his hand.

"Today is my birthday treat, so just let me have a drink, okay?"

Mo Han was already a little drunk, her face was very red, her eyes were slightly squinted and she approached Barton, her hands were on his shoulders, her pouting and coquettish appearance made Barton's heart stop suddenly.

Anyway, since he is still here, there should be no problem, so just give her another drink, the last one.

"One last cup."

"Hee hee, you're so kind." Mo Han straightened up with some difficulty, with a smirk on his face, "You're really nice, you don't look like him at all..." Mentioning him, Mo Han's voice dropped suddenly. After going down, the tone of nostalgia and resentment made Barton raise his head and look directly at her.

Half of Mo Han's body was spread out on the bar counter, with his arms bent and his head resting on his head. He didn't see Barton at all, but was still intoxicated in his own thoughts.

"It's not like him...he never listens to me just because I ask...he is too tough and never shows weakness in front of others, but I know that he is an ordinary person But people, these are just his means to cover up the real him, and he can treat people very well..." Mo Han seemed to be lost in her own thoughts, her voice was changing according to her mood. "Although he said again and again that the students were trolls and wasted potion materials, he still tried his best to teach them what he knew; although he deducted points for them every time and punished them for confinement, he It is also to avoid them from being hurt again and again; although he really hates that Potter, to the extreme, but he still does everything he can for him, just to protect him, even he is not afraid of getting hurt.. ..but what did he get, they say he is cold, sullen, poisonous, no one likes him, all the students hate him, everyone is afraid of him.... no one thinks he will change One day, only a fool would think so, hehehe..."

Mo Han laughed a few words in a low voice, with self-mockery in his words, and poured down another half glass of wine from the glass on the side.

"I'm that idiot...the idiot who's out of his mind from the first day I saw him...I thought it was a piece of ice, and it would melt one day. I spent seven years trying to borrow my The temperature wants to melt a piece of ice, I am not very talented, but I am not afraid, hard work can make up for it, I keep making potions every day, reading books on potions... Finally, hard work pays off , in the fourth grade, I successfully passed the test given to me by Professor Dumbledore and became a Potions assistant. I... I thought I was one step closer to him, and I could have more places to be To influence him, to infiltrate his life...in fact, I also succeeded...he..he got rid of his habit of skipping breakfast, and stopped refusing the breakfast that I asked the house elf to prepare every day. ..I was able to correct junior papers by his side while he was making potions, and he even allowed me to help him...when I was attacked in front of Slytherin because of my blood, He defends me in front of the students of his academy...he accepts my Christmas presents and gives me gifts in return, each time with something I want so badly...I don't know where he got me from Need them... During the summer vacation, he would let me go to his home to give me summer tutoring... I thought, I really succeeded.... He treats me differently from others, I I can feel it... So, on the day of my graduation, I specially wore a dress that I liked very much, and I also took a rose... I asked him to the Black Lake, and I wanted to tell him , I am an adult, I have grown up, I like him, I have liked him for a long, long time..."

Mo Han's voice became softer and softer, Barton had to get closer to her to hear what she was saying clearly.

"He came and burned the rose I gave him to ashes with magic flames, tore up the love letter I gave him and threw it into the black lake...he said...he never I don't have any thoughts about me, nor have I ever been tempted by me. Everything is just my wishful thinking... He said... I have never seen such a shameless girl like me, who has feelings for a teacher who is ten years older than her. Love...he said that in his whole life, he never wanted to see me again..."

Mo Han sniffed, only to find that her mouth was salty, and she didn't know when she was already crying.She raised her hand to touch her tears, not wanting to be seen like this.

"I didn't give up. I persisted for seven years. I'm not someone who gives up so easily...I went to him, every place he would go to find him...I even, went to his house to find him...but Every time I fail, I can no longer enter his house...Later, Professor Dumbledore also knew about it, and he advised me to leave the wizarding world, because someone knew about it and sent it to me. It was written in the newspaper, although I did not mention my name, but clearly wrote his name, saying that he deceived students and used them as playthings... This had a great influence on him, and many people began to question his reputation, Even his status as a master of potions...Professor Dumbledore told me that now that I leave this place, he still has a way to save this matter...He also told me the story of his youth...you You know? I thought he was a cold person, so I wanted to influence him... But in fact, it was because he gave all his love to another woman, and he loved that woman so much that other women fell in love with him It's nothing in his eyes... He loves her to the point where he is willing to die for her... His heart can no longer accommodate another person... I obeyed Professor Dumbledore's words, I I also gave up...for him, and for me...I left the magic world, dusted my wand, and even forgot all of this, I even left England and went to China for a study tour..."

The author has something to say: It took me a long time to write this chapter, and it took me a lot of brain cells. I don’t know if it has achieved my expected effect... Little angels who have read it come to write your thoughts, you guys After reading it, how does sister Mo feel about the professor, and how does the professor treat sister Mo?

If it's not what I expected, I'll change it.