I have special killing skills

"

This question was obviously what Loki wanted to ask, and he wanted to ask it a long time ago, but his tone was so well concealed that Thor didn't notice Loki's strangeness at all.He scratched his head, and his blond half-length short hair was messed up by him: "I don't know how long it will be, but as long as you admit your mistake, you can leave, my father promised me."

Loki curled his lips and said nothing.

The night was dark and it was getting a little cold up there.

Thor climbed down and took two blankets, and when he came up again, he saw Loki lying on the roof and asleep, with an empty green china cup next to him.

Thor didn't bother him, wrapped Loki tightly in a blanket, and carried him off the roof.

Unbeknownst to him, Loki in his arms slightly opened his eyes, looked at him from below, and slightly curled his lips.

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The rare sunny weather came to an end today. As soon as Thor woke up, he saw the mild sunlight coming in through the cracks in the curtains. After rubbing his hair, he got up from the window sash and opened the curtains, only to see thick fog everywhere. .

Complaining about the spooky weather here in his heart, Thor began to miss the beautiful Asgard, even Tony's Iron Building was clearer than here.

He washed his face seriously, Loki didn't like his messy look.After changing his pajamas, Thor opened the door, but there was no good smell of breakfast.

This is abnormal.

Loki had never been out so early before, and now the man with the bad mouth made a good breakfast.Thor frowned slightly, and strode downstairs.

Loki's room was on the second floor. When Thor pushed the door in, he saw a quiet living room, a quiet kitchen, and the opened bedroom door.

"Loki!" Consciously told Thor that Loki was in danger, and he subconsciously stretched out his hand to summon Mjolnir who was placed at the door.And just as he was holding Mjolnir's hand, he suddenly felt a gust of icy cold wind blowing from the left.

Octavia's nerves made Thor turn sideways directly, and blocked one attack with Mjolnir, but the second was about to come.

This time, Thor didn't dodge, because he clearly saw the blue light flashing on Loki's fingertips with an indifferent face, and the blue light stabbed straight at him like a sharp sword.

Being hit directly against the wall, Thor fell to the floor again, and his stomach hurt as if he had been pierced by an ice pick.

Thor didn't know where he had provoked Loki. During this period of peaceful coexistence, Thor has gotten used to it. All the reasons for the person in front of him to lose his temper are on him.He held his stomach and stood up reluctantly. Seeing that Luo Ji was about to attack him again, he quickly raised the hammer in his hand: "Luo Ji, I... I have no malicious intentions."

The black-haired man blinked his green eyes and stared at him, but he still raised his hand without saying a word, and a blue light shot towards him.

Thor dodged in embarrassment, and was forced to have no choice but to bite the bullet and ran up and hugged Loki.Although Loki used magic very well, his body was not as strong as Thor's after all, so he was easily hugged by that man and pressed directly against the wall.

The blond man had confusion and annoyance on his face. He didn't know what happened to Loki, but she also knew that she would definitely ignore Loki for a long time with her rough actions.But now that things have happened, Thor will never give up easily. He hugged Loki tightly, and his voice was obviously anxious: "Rocky, tell me what I did wrong, and I will change it, I promise."

"Let me go!" But Thor's behavior obviously angered the green-eyed man, and he struggled hard.

Where Thor dared to let go of him, his single-minded head couldn't think of any good way, so he could only tighten his arms harder.Gradually, Loki stopped moving, panting lightly as if he was exhausted.

Thor thought it was all right, lowered his head, but saw the green eyes of the man in his arms full of tears, those tears just filled the eye sockets, and fell down in the blink of an eye.

Thor rarely saw Loki cry. To be exact, after they were adults, Loki in front of him never cried again, at least not in front of him.

But now Loki obviously doesn't care so much, tears come and go without making a sound, just shed tears on his own, his shoulders tremble, like a cat that has been greatly frightened, he tightly purses his lips Suppressed and choked.

Thor quickly let go of him, and Loki, who had lost his support, fell directly to the ground. Thor hurriedly reached out to support him: "Is there something wrong with you? God, I don't know healing magic...you still Do you have the strength to use it once by yourself?"

Loki looked at Thor stroking his hand and muttered.

Thor didn't hear clearly, and when he got closer, he heard Loki's trembling lips spit out a few words: "I want to find my brother..."

Thor was taken aback, and subconsciously said, "I'm here."

But Luo Ji pushed him away directly, allowing himself to sit on the floor, huddled in the corner, looking extremely aggrieved: "I don't want you, I want my brother..."

Thor also got down on his knees, looked at Loki, and tried to squeeze out a smile: "Loki, I'm Thor, look at me, I know what I just did is wrong, let's go to dinner later, okay? "

Loki stared at him for a while, but immediately, his vermilion lips were tightly pursed again, the corners of his mouth were drawn down, and his green eyes were full of water, looking very pitiful: "I don't know you, go away, I want my brother!"

Thor, who was pushed directly, did not move at all, because Loki's strength was too small.And Loki clamored to find himself in this tone, as if it was a long time ago.

Even if you are not smart, you know one thing now.

His little brother, his lovely Loki, doesn't know him anymore.

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Watson, who was frying eggs, was startled by the sound of "boom" next door. He hurriedly opened the window to look, and saw Thor next door jumped out of the window on the second floor with Loki in his arms, and strode away. Disappeared in the thick fog.

If you see too many strange things, you will be able to understand them. Watson closed the window and continued to fry eggs. Sherlock's taste was light, and he didn't even add salt.

Put the toasted bread slices and fried sausages on the plate, and put a fried egg on top, and the Watson's breakfast is ready.

He put the plate on the table, and turned back to call Sherlock who was sitting behind the table arranging materials: "Come and eat."

Sherlock looked up at him, pushed aside the paper in front of him, and got up to sit behind the table.

Having experienced countless mornings like this, Watson didn't notice anything wrong.In fact, anything other than being woken up by an experiment explosion or being dragged out of bed by a bloodied Sherlock is a "good morning."

After forking a piece of sausage rice into his mouth, Watson heard Sherlock's voice: "I'm going out today."

Watson swallowed the food in his mouth and wiped the corners of his mouth with a napkin: "Is there a case?"

Sherlock nodded, took a bite of the bread with an indifferent expression.

"I'll go with you." Watson pushed the black tea towards Sherlock.

"I need you to do something for me, my dear Watson." Sherlock took out a photo from his pocket, "The poor lady just lost her boyfriend, but I can't find his information, I think I need you to help me find it."

"it is good."

"It's very important, I hope you can find it today."

Watson did not suspect him, took the photo and put it in his pocket.

But maybe because he trusted too much, he didn't realize that the pistol in his pocket was missing.Sherlock ate up what was on the plate, picked up his teacup and returned to the desk.

He messed up the scattered materials on the table a little bit, so that Watson realized later that the photo he had given him was of a waiter in a diner in the United States, and it was not in these files.Then, he looked back at Watson who was cleaning the dishes, pursed his lips slightly, and took out a pistol from the drawer.

Watson's pistol.

Sitting on the chair, Sherlock took a sip from his teacup, took out his mobile phone and pressed a familiar number: "Give me Mycroft's address. -SH"

In a few seconds, he received a reply.

'Little Jim: I knew you would love to play games together, dear detective~(^o^)/~'

☆, 87. Moran's Laugh

Moriarty liked the feeling of being able to touch his lover as soon as he reached out, it was really good.

But it was obvious that Moran got up much earlier. When Moriarty rubbed his eyes and walked out while leaning on the wall, he saw the blond man standing in the kitchen with his back turned to him.

He tiptoed behind Moran, then stretched out his arms quietly, and hugged Moran's waist tightly.Although Moran looked strong and tall, his waist was quite thin. Moriarty hugged and rubbed his face against the other's back, feeling really good.

Moran had already sensed Moriarty's approach, so he wasn't frightened at all.He moved his wrist to move the eggs in the pot so that they would not stick to the pot, and then patted Moriarty's palm on his waist with his free hand: "Get up."

"Yeah." The snort in this life was very nasal and very satisfying.Moriarty rubbed his face against Moran's back, not caring in the slightest that he was rubbing the man's white shirt this week.

In view of Moriarty's inexplicable and varied wake-up mood upon waking up, Moran had already prepared countermeasures.Looking at Moriarty's calm reaction, this time it probably won't be the feeling of wanting to commit violence just after waking up.You know, once Moriarty woke up, he grabbed Moran's arm and took a bite, which was called grinding his teeth, but in fact he cut Moran's arm deeply.

But who made Moran like this moody guy, even Moriarty was laughed at if he was bitten and asked if he had a toothache.

Since it's not the rough type, it's because he hasn't woken up yet.

Moran turned off the fire, put the fried eggs on the plate, and then tore off the apron on his body, then turned slightly sideways and stretched out his arms to hug Moriarty with ease.

Because he just got up, Moriarty's pajamas just hung loosely, and Moran stretched out his hands to cover his exposed shoulders.

As expected, Jim Jr. hung all of his weight directly on Moran.Moran supported him, lowered his head slightly and put his mouth next to Moriarty's ear: "If you are sleepy, go to sleep for a while."

It might be the heat from the conversation that tickled Moriarty's ears.He stretched out his hand and pushed Moran's head away, but he forgot that his other hand was tightly hugging his neck so he couldn't push it away. This made Moriarty mutter angrily: "Damn guy, You are always sticking to me, but who made me so attractive, forgive you."

Moran was a little dumbfounded, but he was sure that Moriarty was really still awake.Not wanting to disturb him, Moran said to him in a coaxing tone, "Are you hungry?"

Moriarty pouted and tried to open his eyes, but because of the mist that just got up, his eyes were so confused that he couldn't see the appearance of the person in front of him clearly.He reached out to touch Moran's cheek, and then said with a smile, "I'm hungry, I want to eat you."

Moran has long been immune to this kind of casual teasing, and gently stroked Moriarty's hair - this kind of behavior is a benefit when Moriarty is asleep - Moran's tone was low and pleasant : "Go to bed first, wake up and eat."

"Eat you." Moriarty closed his eyes as if surrendering, but his mouth was still muttering, "I'm going to meet Hannibal, I'm very talented, and I want to learn how to cook from him."

It was another name of someone I had never heard of before, but it was not important, I would know it sooner or later.

Moran bent down slightly, passed his arms under Moriarty's legs, picked up the man horizontally, walked into the bedroom and gently put him on the bed.

Moriarty seemed to have a feeling. The moment he touched the mattress, he rolled into the quilt and wrapped himself tightly in the soft pillow.

Moran sat sideways on the edge of the bed, then looked at Moriarty without saying a word.

Obviously there is a very important task today, and he needs to go there earlier, but Moran just sits here and refuses to leave.He didn't have the usual urge to kiss Moriarty when he saw him, and he didn't have the feeling that he was always afraid of this person disappearing. Moran just looked at him and laughed when he saw him.

Moran touched the corner of his mouth and found that he was indeed raised, so Moran restrained his smile.

I am really crazy.

Moran nodded, confirming this point, and then smiled again.

Shaking his head, he bent down slightly and pressed a kiss on Moriarty's forehead.Kissing Li represents blessings, and he hopes that when he is no longer around Moriarty, even if it is just for a day, he wants his little Jim to be safe and happy.

Since Moran changed his faith to "Jim Lover Moriarty", he no longer believes in God. He betrayed the god he had prayed for for more than 20 years, but he began to be loyal and love.

But he still kept his old habits, and firmly believed that doing so would pass on the blessings.

"Remember to have breakfast, I put it on the table." Moran blessed in a low voice, afraid that Moriarty would not hear him, and afraid of waking him up.

Moriarty grunted and whimpered before Moran got up, grabbed his coat and left the house.

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Moriarty opened his eyes slowly as the door closed.

His Moran, the guy who always kept his face cold and silent, stared at him for a long time, and laughed while watching, and kissed him and continued to laugh after laughing...

Moriarty bit his thumb and sat cross-legged on the bed.

You must know that Moran would forget things in the past purely because of the influence of mutants on him, but now his memory has recovered obviously, but this kind of weird thing... Could it be that Moran's head is really broken?

"It looks like your lover loves you very much."

Suddenly a low and pleasant male voice sounded, Moriarty turned his head abruptly, and saw Voldemort in a black wizard robe sitting in an armchair by the window and looking at him with a smile.Moriarty blinked and didn't ask how he got in.

There are always some things that are different from ordinary people, and Moriarty doesn't want to set off his ignorance.

Grabbing the pajamas on the side and putting them on, Moriarty casually scratched his hair: "Viddy, it's not a gentleman at all to casually enter other people's rooms."

Voldemort didn't mind Moriarty's nickname for him. He stretched out his hand and gently touched the head of the beautiful snake named Nagini lying on his shoulder. There was a dangerous gleam in the blood-red eyes. : "I don't think it's a gentleman's behavior to casually disclose the identity of a friend to others."

Obviously, the little deal he made with Loki was known by this person.

But Moriarty has no panic, even if Voldemort has "I am dangerous" written all over his head and toes.He calmly washed himself, then brought out two cups of black tea, put them on the small round table, and said, "My dear Vidi, I don't think Gellert will treat you very well, you know, then A little fool who went to jail for love."

Voldemort's fingertips paused, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked at Moriarty with mixed emotions: "I didn't know that you had an intersection with Mr. Grindelwald."

"All he told me at the time was that she was someone who liked astronomy, and was locked up in that place because of partisanship, forgive me, when I was traveling in Germany, I was accompanied by a physics genius-or idiot- They are very familiar, and Gellert and I are just talking about friendship." Moriarty curled his lips, and to be honest, every time he mentioned the trip with Sheldon, it was like recalling a disaster.

Would normal people drag their roommates to climb the wall in the middle of the night because a building does not conform to the laws of physics?Normal people would start talking like this for several days because of the curious eyes of a strange handsome guy who looks young but is actually too old. ?Would normal people happily say that he did magic tricks after that handsome guy turned a table into a husky in front of them!

"So Gellert can use magic there?"

Waking up suddenly, Moriarty easily guessed what Voldemort did after having the experience of being read by Loki.He frowned, silently emptied his mind, and then looked at the red-eyed man opposite with an unhappy face: "Although I admit that you are my friend, dear Vidi, it doesn't mean that I will let you You read my memory and know that we need to respect each other."

"Although I don't agree with this, and just entering your brain is like opening the door to me at any time, but as a Muggle, it's good that you can empty your mind so quickly." Voldemort reservedly gave gave him a positive opinion, and bypassed Moriarty's accusations against him.

Moriarty pouted, forget it, I can't reason with this guy.

Taking a sip of black tea, Moriarty said, "But I don't think Gellert is going to come out from there, and every year Sheldon—the guy who talked about the stars with him for several days—every year Go back and see him, believe me, a man who can endure Sheldon definitely has extraordinary endurance and love, because I believe that there are few in the whole world, no, in the whole universe, who can do this."

Voldemort raised his eyebrows: "So?"

Moriarty showed his most sincere side, with a sincere and affectionate expression: "So, Mr. Gellert must be a good man, my dear Viddy, he will never hurt you."

Although Moriarty justified his behavior with so many words from before to after, Voldemort got a lot of interesting information, which made him decide to temporarily let the Muggle who betrayed him go.

He stood up and was about to leave when he heard Moriarty calling him, "My Viddy, for our sincere and pure friendship, would you do me a favor?"

Voldemort looked back at him and said, "No emotion is pure, only the combination of interests can be more pure. If you want me to help, please show the interests that meet my requirements."

Moriarty blinked. For her, she really knew very little about Noworld, but he still had to use the information he could use.

"Perhaps, you will be happy to see a little wizard coming." Moriarty tilted his head, smiling innocently, "For example, Mr. Malfoy and Severus' baby, oh, that would be cute of."

It was a bit of a blunder, but he managed to pique Voldemort's interest.

Two of his ex-assistants have kids, and oh thanks to Merlin, he's started his crimes again.That's good news, isn't it?Another big event after the Savior successfully "killed" him.

A Malfoy, obviously.

Voldemort turned around and looked at the smiling Moriarty: "A piece of valuable information, Mr. Moriarty, I think it will allow you to get something from the Dark Lord."

"What if I change you?"

Voldemort moved his fingers, and Nagini wrapped around Moriarty's neck very quickly, spitting out bloody red letters.Voldemort smiled slightly, hiding his anger: "Mr. Moriarty, please don't tell jokes, I don't like those."

Moriarty reached out and touched Nagini, oh, this little girl might still remember the delicious lamb chops she gave him, so she didn't strangle him immediately.But Moriarty also knew that he needed some bargaining chips to impress Voldemort. He rolled his eyes and said, "Mutants, some races that are different from ordinary people but not ignored, I think you will be interested."

Voldemort glanced at Moriarty: "Whatever you want, the Dark Lord can do anything."

What a proud and arrogant guy.

Moriarty grumbled in his heart, and then said with a smile on his face: "I want you to come with me, go to the lair of those mutants, and then save someone."

"I'm not going to save Muggles." Voldemort frowned.

Moriarty didn't give up, in fact he knew that going there alone - Sherlock was a horse - would be death, so he needed a helper: "What if that Muggle controls the whole of England? In the highest interest, Mr Voldemort, you will like it."

☆、88·The Dark Lord is omnipotent

Voldemort called Nagini back, and gently stroked Nagini's wet and cold scales with his slender fingers.Nagini hissed and Voldemort made similar noises, and they seemed to be talking.Judging from Voldemort's expression, Nagini obviously said something that made him happy, which made Voldemort gently stroke the head of his beloved pet.

Moriarty has long been used to certain strange things, crossing his left leg over his right, with a relaxed expression on his face.

When encountering robots, mutants, wizards, aliens, gods and psychos, you can learn to be fearless.

After a brief conversation, Voldemort and Nagini looked at Moriarty at the same time. Moriarty tilted his head and looked at the two pairs of blood red and brown eyes in front of him, with a shallow smile: "I said, you have agreed gone?"

"What you said has aroused my interest, Mr. Moriarty, and I don't mind a short expedition with you." When Voldemort spoke, he had the kind of aria similar to Malfoy, which made Moriarty It felt like the whole person was mocking something, and sure enough, Voldemort's next words were, "Oh, adventure, more stupid Gryffindor words."

Well, he was sure, the haughty guy was the same as the platinum blonde hair.And they both had a snake by their side, but obviously, Severus looked a lot cuter.

But Moriarty was very happy that Voldemort agreed to his suggestion.He narrowed his eyes with a smile, stood up and walked to the window, opened the curtain and looked outside, then smiled softly: "I think our partner is here."

Voldemort was a little casual, but immediately, his face became serious.Standing up, Voldemort strode to the window and pulled back the curtains. Moriarty didn't care if he was rude or not, shrugged and ignored him.In fact, Moriarty could have imagined this kind of reaction long ago, after all, he could clearly see the attitude of the arrogant Malfoy and the proud and indifferent Severus towards the old lady in Australia.

A unicorn, a monster, has an absolutely unusual meaning for a wizard.

Especially the unicorn, which symbolizes purity and bright new life, is extremely precious.

"Your partner has an aura that confuses me." Voldemort turned Nagini back into a tiny little snake around his wrist, and gently lowered his arm, which was covered by the wide sleeve of the wizard's robe Strictly.

Moriarty shrugged: "He can turn into a good-looking adopted son. Believe me, his face is as long as it was transformed."

Voldemort obviously didn't understand Muggle's sense of humor. This kind of strange cold joke didn't make Voldemort smile at all.He looked at the man with curly black hair who had pushed the door open without even looking at it. He gently took out his wand and waved it, and the wizard robe on his body changed.

The original baggy clothes became slimmer, and beautiful patterns were quickly outlined on the single color, especially the neckline and cuffs were particularly beautiful and complicated.This dress looked like it was worn by an aristocratic gentleman, and it perfectly complemented Voldemort's very enviable figure.

Moriarty looked quite envious: "It's great, I won't have to spend money on buying new clothes in the future, God, those clothing stores are just stealing money."

Voldemort has begun to ignore the act of equating magic with new clothes, in case he is angry and directly Avada this guy.

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Sherlock obviously concealed his good doctor when he came out this time. He used a waitress to coax Watson into letting him stay in 221B for a whole day, for the safety of his lover.

In fact, Sherlock is very aware of the danger of mutants. They have powers that ordinary people do not have, but they do not have the endurance to control better than ordinary people.When a person holds a lethal weapon in his hand but his psychological endurance is far from matching his lethality, it means disaster.

Mutants need a leader, a leader who sustains their spirit and allows them to do what they like.

The professor with the ability to walk is obviously more suitable, but judging from what Sherlock learned, the mutants didn't recognize him much, they recognized another person, a man named Magneto.

And this Mr. Magneto is the most elusive and cruel mutant among mutants.

So since he wanted to rescue Mycroft who was imprisoned by them, Sherlock didn't really think that he could defeat those guys with incredible physical abilities simply by relying on his head.

Maybe turning into a unicorn would give it a try, but obviously, the most important thing he needs to think about after turning into a unicorn is how not to be caught by those bloody Scotland Yard fools.

Going up the stairs, Sherlock clenched the pistol in his pocket and tried to slow down his pace. When he opened the door of the living room, he saw Moriarty sitting upright at the table happily eating. He was eating breakfast, while a dark-haired man who had never seen him before was sitting on an armchair by the fireplace, holding a book with a black cover and gold letters with a calm expression.

"Origins of Dark Magic"

Sherlock's excellent eyesight made it easy for him to see the words on it. For black magic, even if it just sounds uncomfortable, Sherlock's calm expression looks shallow, but his head is accepting it. After receiving the image from the eyes, the analysis was quickly launched.

For a person, his thumb can reveal his occupation, and the corner of his mouth can reveal his marital status. Even a small inadvertent gesture may reveal the most ulterior secret.

However, the person in front of him was impeccable. Sherlock had observed many things, but he couldn't make the most effective judgment.

Moriarty blinked his big eyes, watching the two people staring at each other without saying a word.Given that he lived with Sherlock for a year, Moriarty certainly knew the great detective's habit of observing everyone, but obviously the wizarding world was a field that Sherlock had never dabbled in, so Moriarty didn't think What will Sherlock observe.

Moriarty was interested in Voldemort's expression.

He swore that the red-eyed Mr. Dark Lord was reading Sherlock's head, but from Mr. Dark Lord's stunned and speechless expression, Moriarty guessed that Mr. Dark Lord obviously saw Sherlock's thought palace and was inside it. There is a feeling of being lost.

Yes, it is lost. When a person's head turns fast enough, his thinking palace will become endless and unpredictable.Terrible can be seen, but not understood.

Moriarty took a bite of the bread leisurely, and looked at the two with a smile on his chin.Although Sherlock and Voldemort are not rivals head-to-head, it is clear that Sherlock is smarter among them.

Obvious isn't it?Ambitious people are often impure, and impure people can never achieve greater wisdom.

And pure people are always smart, such as Sherlock who chases the exciting truth, or Sheldon who loves physics.

IQ suppression, Sherlock did a good job.

Obviously, Voldemort would not let this man with unicorn and Muggle aura lead him by the nose. The Dark Lord closed the book and put it on the small mahogany round table beside him, then stood up with a reserved and aristocratic smile. Proud: "Nice to meet you, Mr. Holmes."

Seeing that the other party didn't intend to shake hands, Sherlock didn't bother to extend his hand, and said, "Obviously, you are the same kind of person as Mr. Malfoy and Mr. Snape."

Voldemort heard the name of his former subordinate again, which surprised him: "Where did Mr. Holmes find out?"

"That's very simple, from your arm..."

"Oh! My dear Sherlock! My old friend, it's so good to see you!" Moriarty suddenly jumped up from his seat, and ran towards Sherlock at a sprinting speed. When he was too late, he hung on his body like an acquaintance with a koala.

Sherlock had to take half a step back to stabilize his body, then frowned, and pulled Moriarty off his body in disgust.

Moriarty stood aside with a smile on his face.Of course, he wasn't happy because he hugged the big detective just now, but because he destroyed the big detective's display once - in the words of the big detective, it's called professionalism - and used this move to add to the big detective, haha !What a joy!

Great Detective Jim is happy if he is not happy. Moriarty stood between the two with a smile, and introduced: "Viddy, this is my friend, Sherlock Holmes, a famous London detective, I'm sure you've just seen 'with your own eyes' how smart he is." Then he turned to Sherlock, "This is Voldemort, I can call him Viddy because we're friends, but you can't because I don't allow."

Sherlock already had a full understanding of Moriarty's domineering and willful nature, so he calmly accepted the name without any objection.

Moriarty didn't beat around the bush, and said directly: "Since what we are going to do is a bit dangerous, I invited Viddy to help us. Believe me, he is very powerful."

Sherlock nodded, but didn't give enough credit.Because he could observe that this person was not only powerful, but also dangerous.

But Sherlock's perfunctory attitude made the Dark Lord feel dissatisfied, that is, the Dark Lord has extraordinary power and transcendent status, but this does not mean that the competitive spirit he has cultivated since childhood will be wiped out, on the contrary, it will become more and more intense .Seeing Voldemort raised his arm slightly, Sherlock felt his head itch.Stretching out his hand to touch it, he was surprised to find that there was a sharp point.

It's not big, but this kind of hand feeling is clearly the thing that will come out after I become a unicorn!

Voldemort waved his wand again, everything was as usual, and Voldemort's smile was still reserved and elegant: "Don't question the power of the Dark Lord, Muggle, even if you have an elegant and powerful bloodline."

☆、89·Fly away from death

A temporary alliance was formed, and the three went downstairs together.

The Dark Lord Voldemort is holding his "Origins of the Dark Arts" with his left arm gently holding the book to his chest, looking very reserved.Detective Sherlock took Watson's gun, and found a pocket knife from Moriarty's house and stuffed it into the inside pocket of his coat.And Moriarty just randomly swapped