[Comprehensive] The correct strategy of Xueba

It turns out that Wei Yang is very self-aware.The first-year student was sorted first, during which he had been thinking about the difficult question of how Sherlock was here.He was so focused that Dumbledore hadn't reacted when he used a Levitation Charm to levitate the Sorting Hat towards him, until a loud voice exploded above his head—

"Hufflepuffs!"

Wei Yang's expression cracked a bit.Is he that dull?He thought that even if he didn't have Ravenclaw's cleverness and Slytherin's shrewdness, he at least had Gryffindor's bravery!

Young man, your impression is completely wrong, Hufflepuff is practical and not dull!

As long as it comes, it will be safe, Wei Yang silently floated to the edge of the long Hufflepuff table.Then he saw the benefits of Hufflepuff right away - another pearly white ghost, the fat monk of Hufflepuff, greeted him immediately with a sincere welcome. "Great, I always hoped that the children could be assigned to my old school, but I didn't expect ghosts to be assigned too!" He stretched out his left hand, pressed it on his right chest, and nodded in salute. "They all call me Fat Cultivator, and I am happy to serve you."

"Uh, thank you." Wei Yang couldn't bear the enthusiasm, but it was better than being xenophobic, so he learned a lesson and went back. "I'm Wei Yang, or should I choose a more catchy name?"

"It's not necessary, I think you will have a new name in a month." The fat monk was even happier, and winked playfully. "Come on, sit here!"

Before he finished speaking, the Hufflepuff students beside him moved to the side, leaving enough bench space for them.Everyone knows that ghosts can't sit down and eat like normal people, but this is a respect.In an instant, their evaluation in Wei Yang's mind was raised—what a lovely kid!Where does it look like some impolite...

Huh?When did that sight disappear?

The tables of Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw were close, and Wei Yang easily spotted the student who was suspected of Sherlock.The other party sat upright and closed his eyes, as if he suddenly became very interested in the knife and fork in front of him.Compared with the appearance of other people listening to the principal's speech in a bored manner, he seems to have a correct attitude.If you support your head with your hands, it is a standard statue of a thinker.

Wei Yang became suspicious, the Sherlock he knew didn't have such patience.And could it be his illusion that he was stared at just now?Or is that just because he's particularly hated?Uh... the latter speculation is too heartbreaking.He thought so, and began to concentrate on reading the white text of the system: "Sherlock Holmes, a fifth-year student at Hogwarts, Ravenclaw College. He was born in a pure-blood family with a long history in the magic world, and has studied in Ravenclaw for generations. ..."

... Are you cross-talking the system?When did the Sherlock Holmes family become an ancient family in the wizarding world?Or a Ravenclaw professional?

The more Wei Yang watched, the more confused he became.After the wrong time and place, the characters are also wrong. Is this really okay?And from the information, it is impossible to tell whether this Sherlock is the one he knows!Is he really too suspicious?

It's not that he doesn't understand, it's that the world is changing fast!

From an angle that Wei Yang didn't notice, Sherlock quietly looked at him from the corner of his eye.There was an imperceptible confusion on that face, it wouldn't be obvious if he wasn't familiar with it.

Sherlock thought he was confused too.Anyone who thinks he's dead, only to open his eyes and find himself in a place he never imagined would be hard-pressed to do better than him.

Yes, he'd only known a month ago that he was living in a place where there was a wizarding world war, and he was a wizard himself.Surreal power has never been his field, so when he found that the tip of his wand could really emit clear water, and he could turn the water into gas and blow up the leather pocket with his bare hands, his long-standing view of the world collapsed——

This unscientific!

The Law of Conservation of Energy, Raoult's Law, Gay-Lussac's Law took turns screaming and protesting in his thinking palace, which made him have a splitting headache.In the end, he could only close the door of the room, claiming that he was going to do the experiment—he was a taciturn experimental maniac before, including potions, spells, etc. Watched them all, trying to figure out what was going on.

The result was just as it seemed on the surface, he transmigrated into another self for no apparent reason.Existing magic theories can't explain this kind of space-time travel, because the legally stipulated safety period is only five hours, let alone going to another world.And space-time magic accidents happen frequently, he can't afford to risk his life before he knows anything.

To be honest, Sherlock still believes that people should be burned to ashes when they die.But he came to this place after death, and people in this place can turn into unrealistic things like portraits and ghosts after death...

Well, since it's not scientific, I can only dig out a small room in the palace of thinking to put these new weird things, at least they are useful knowledge in this world.

It took Sherlock a whole month to let himself accept the gap between his 15-year-old appearance and seven-eighty-eighty-year-old heart, and the fact that he had to go to magic school a long time ago.He has never been a typical good student, but the years have given him a little more patience and calmness than when he was young.It was a new puzzle, a new challenge, he told himself, to figure out what the hell was going on, and maybe see the colony of bees he kept at his country house in Sussex.

Sherlock never thought that this matter had something to do with Wei Yang until he saw the ghost at the gate of the castle.

The Wei Yang he knew at the beginning was "dead", and the only trace of existence left was probably the little ball of paper—which was given to him by Wei Yang later, the handwriting was so scrawled that he could hardly recognize it—and him The figure on the tower of the palace of thought.Occasionally he would climb up to see him, but usually neither of them spoke, just sitting on the couch facing each other.

In reality, he seldom mentioned the past, and sneered at John's description—"everyone has a white moonlight in their hearts".To him, it was just a sign of deep nostalgia.His not mentioning does not mean that he has forgotten, on the contrary, it will grow brighter with the years.

Well, we can't expect a detective with zero knowledge of literature and philosophy to understand such a sentence.Anyway, to sum it up, Sherlock has never forgotten Wei Yang, no matter what his identity is.

When he got out of the carriage, Sherlock was prepared for anything he might see that didn't make sense to science.But the fact was beyond his expectation again——

What's up with that ghost in military uniform?

If you don't consider the military uniform and ghost state, this Wei Yang looks exactly the same as the one in his memory.He realized this almost as soon as he turned his head, and was so shocked that he didn't move for a moment.But the other party didn't notice him. To be precise, the other party seemed to be staring at a certain place in the rain curtain, and no one was looking.

He was quite familiar with this look.Sometimes Wei Yang seems to be distracted, but he can really keep up with the topics and thoughts, and he naturally thinks that the other party is thinking at that time.But why would he see him here?Or is it just because there is Wei Yang in this world, and the other party happens to have such little habits?

Sherlock added this to the problem to be solved.Holding such doubts, he has been observing the other party for the next time, eliminating all possibilities one by one.When the other party saw him, there was an uncontrollable surprise on his face, and he knew that there was only one conclusion——

Although he changed his identity, this Wei Yang was the one he knew from the beginning!

accidental?inevitable?

Both had problems, but it wasn't just the two of them.Dumbledore in the teacher's seat looked around the entire auditorium, and continued to think about how a foreigner who died in the battlefield found Hogwarts-this kind of thing has never happened before.But it must be said that the results of the sorting gave him more reasons to believe in Wei Yang.There were exceptions, but Hufflepuffs were generally reliable; other problems he could work out later.

As for the Slytherin table, Tom's attention was also temporarily attracted.However, he was not interested in Weiyang itself, but noticed that Sherlock was staring at Weiyang intently.

How strange, he thought, that a Ravenclaw nerd could finally take his eyes off his books and cauldrons.He thought that something more attractive would change everything, but in fact it was a ghost of unknown origin?

Tom lowered his eyes, thinking that some plans could be started.

He cares a lot about someone who can match him, and Sherlock unfortunately qualifies.Logically speaking, although the two are at the same level, Tom is excellent in all subjects, while Sherlock is more partial, and the latter cannot threaten the former's first place in the grade.But the point is, what courses Sherlock is good at - potions, spells, Defense Against the Dark Arts, are all practical.Tom dared to say that in these courses, except for him, the other students were no match for Sherlock.

What's more, the Holmes family has everything, and is quite smart, and rarely takes sides on sensitive issues.But if anyone can win them over, it will definitely be a big help.Sherlock himself is even more reticent, he doesn't take the initiative to say more than ten sentences in a year, and it's hard to find someone.But to the wise men of Ravenclaw, this is already a very mild eccentricity.

Although visual inspection is very difficult, under such conditions, it is obvious that we should seek advantages and avoid disadvantages.I didn't find any breakthrough before, and I couldn't start, but it seems that one finally appeared just now...

Tom thought about it, with an imperceptible smile on his face.

That night, Ravenclaw Tower.

It was very quiet in the common room.The candlelight under the circular star dome is faint, reflecting on the Ravenclaw marble bust in the alcove and the star carpet.After a day's work, most of the students were exhausted, and they climbed directly into the dormitory to rest as soon as they came back.The sky blue silk curtains fluttered slightly in the night wind, revealing the figure by the window.

Wei Yang passed through the eagle-shaped brass doorknob—thanks he is a ghost, otherwise he would not be able to answer the question of opening the door knocker—this is what he saw.Although no matter how he thought about it, he felt that this Sherlock was a little different from the one he knew, but he still waited until night with the mentality of giving it a try.And now it looks like his guess is true? "Sherlock?" he asked softly. "Are you there?"

The curtain moved slightly, and a hand came out from behind it, revealing a pair of gray eyes, bright as a burning fire. "Shouldn't you give me an explanation, dear Yang?" Sherlock said in a tone that didn't match his appearance at all, putting the accent on "dear".

Wei Yang suddenly felt guilty.Saved a life!Really Sherlock!He had no doubt that, if possible, Sherlock would use the most effective way of questioning him—grab him by the collar, and press him with a stern voice!Well, this is actually not a problem. The problem is, why didn't the system tell him that there might be targets from the previous world in the new world?What to do now?New enmity (not yet) and old enmity (probably there) add up, he is dead!

Boy, do you think ghosts can die again?