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Sherlock shook for a moment, but ignored him.The girl pursed her lips in embarrassment, but did not leave, but tried to find a chance to talk to Sherlock.

Scaleven's side was over soon, and the doctor came out and said to Sherlock: "It's a bit of a stress reaction, it's not very serious. I'll prescribe some medicine and rinse it in the nose for a few days. I heard that, Miss Holmes felt uncomfortable after trying the perfume. I hope you can understand that no matter how natural something like perfume is, it must contain chemical substances. They will irritate the delicate nasal mucosa and bronchi of minors. It's too inappropriate to take my sister to smell the perfume all morning. Well, go get the medicine."

Sherlock stood there motionless, Scarlevin kicked his calf, "I'm calling you, go get the medicine."

Sherlock held out his hand, "Money."

"Oh." Scaleven took out her round frog-faced coin purse, and took out a card from it.Sherlock followed the doctor with his card.

The girl was very uncomfortable standing with Scareven, and she didn't know why.

"I, I'll go and see..."

"Junior student in the Department of Medicine, King's College, Cambridge, skipped one grade, honor student, so you and Sherlock both took forensic anatomy, so you know each other."

"Er, er, yes, but I'm afraid he doesn't know me."

"Oh, all right. Scarlett Holmes."

"Well, Jasmine, Jasmine Amber, you can call me Jasmine."

"Jasmine, you can also call me Scarlevan."

When Sherlock came back with the medicine, he found that Skalevin had already had a good conversation with the girl who spoke to him inexplicably just now.

"Let's go." Sherlock stuffed the medicine and card into Skalevin's hand.

"Goodbye, Jasmine."

"Goodbye, Scarlett."

Calmly waved farewell to Skalewen, and after they were no longer in sight, Jasmine clenched her fists excitedly and whispered, "YES!"

"Who is that?"

"Your classmate."

"My classmate? But I haven't seen her."

"It's not surprising. You're just not impressed with her."

Sherlock was inexplicably upset, "Can you chat with people you don't know?"

Sherlock lost interest, he didn't care about goldfish, let alone just took elective courses together.

Sherlock stood on the side of the road and was about to hail a taxi, but Skalevin grabbed him and dragged him to the bus stop.

"Why do we have to take the bus!" Sherlock looked at Scarlett with the eyes of "you really are a goldfish", "Why do we waste time..."

"Are you rich?" Skalevin interrupted Sherlock's complaint.

Sherlock paused. "I have a credit card."

"Sorry, the taxis don't have credit card machines." Scareven shrugged. "Are you going to text Mycroft again?"

Sherlock rolled his eyes and walked past Scarlevin to the platform.Sculler didn't mind, she walked over to Sherlock and started texting Mycroft, thanking him for calling James Bond back as a driver.

Seeing that Scarlett ignored him, Sherlock felt annoyed, but his temper only lasted for a while, and when Scarlett talked to him, they reconciled (Scalive: ??).

After passing by several buses, Skalevin finally got the bus she was waiting for.

Sherlock stepped onto the bus first, and he glanced at the first floor.

"Affair, affair, double affair, just had an abortion, tsk." After speaking, he ran up to the second floor.

Skalevin, who was following behind, noticed that the expressions of the passengers on the first floor became a little anxious. She laughed and followed to the second floor.

The second floor was quite empty, except for Sherlock, there was only one tightly packed passenger sitting in the last row, and Sherlock was sitting in the third row, and Skalevin noticed that his expression was a bit tangled.

"What's the matter?" Skalevin sat down and asked.

"The man in the back, I can't see anything else except that he has 35 cats." Sherlock was very puzzled by his conclusion, "It's not scientific."

The one who can "clean" will not have any clues on his body, the one who can't "clean" will have many clues on his body, but the one who can't "clean" has no clues on his body, this is what makes Sherlock puzzled.

Scarlevin knelt on the seat and turned around to look at the passenger carefully.The other party was wearing a pair of good-quality and clean second-hand jeans, which seemed to be a little too short. His upper body was wrapped in an old cotton coat that didn't match the style of the trousers. He had long side whiskers, and a hard-brimmed felt hat covered his eyes. , but wore a pair of sneakers on bare feet.

Skalevin sat upright and said, "It's just an ordinary homeless man, nothing to worry about, and you still found 35 cat hairs on him? How did you see so many breeds?" But she Didn't say, it might be a wizard who came to experience life in the Muggle world, so there's no need to tell Sherlock.

"It's quantity, not variety." Sherlock let go in a blink of an eye, there was nothing interesting anyway.

Sherlock wasn't very interested, he didn't like this kind of bus that wobbled and stopped every other way, if it wasn't because of Skalevin's insistence, he definitely wouldn't take it.Sherlock didn't notice that he seemed to be a little helpless with Skalevin.

But now, apart from driving away all the passengers on the bus with his low EQ, Sherlock has not shown any other dissatisfaction for the time being.

The two chatted in low voices about each other's homework in the past six months. Sherlock was very interested in Scarlevin's transfiguration class. He only followed the magic class that Scarlevin took in Germany before taking the potion theory. It turns out that potions are nothing, but metamorphosis is the real magic that subverts the three views~

What is the conversion before different objects (match to needle)

What is the conversion between different properties (wood becomes metal)

What is the conversion between living things (humans become cats)

The most unscientific thing is that there is even the conversion between inanimate matter and living matter (beetle becomes button)

Scaleven felt that the courses Sherlock had chosen were also very problematic: jurisprudence, trace inspection, writing inspection, investigation, criminal techniques, psychology... Do you remember that your major is chemistry?

"Are you planning to go to Scotland Yard in the future?" Considering that Sherlock is not going to follow Mycroft's path, Scarlett thinks this is more reliable.

Are you fucking kidding me? —Sherlock expressed his contempt with his eyes, and he said, "How did you know that I was interested in that goldfish bowl?" He added, "I look like I like to stay with idiots." person?"

"After you graduate, you will find that you are surrounded by people like this." Scarlevin replied, and then she found that she seemed to be infected by Sherlock's poisonous tongue.

"If you don't want to be a policeman, then why are you learning this?" Skalevin thought for a while, as if any job was not suitable for Sherlock, anyone who worked with him might be killed, but a person's job I guess he doesn't like it either... Sure enough, I'd better make more money to support him, alas ╮(╯▽╰)╭

"Consult the detective." Sherlock's eyes lit up.

What is the difference between "consulting detective?" and ordinary detective?And why do you want to be a detective?

There are many reasons, but I don't want to say... Sherlock is not going to continue to explain, anyway, he has already decided, what the hell.

"Huh?" Sherlock suddenly turned his gaze to a place far away.

"What's wrong?" Skalevin also looked over, that direction...

Thick smoke was billowing in that direction, and judging from the direction of the smoke, it was the northeast wind.

"We have to get out of the car!" Sherlock jumped up.

"Oh." Skalevin made way for him and sat back.

"Aren't you going?" Sherlock asked.

"Obviously, my destination is not there."

Just arrived at the stop, Sherlock got out of the car in a hurry.After the bus restarted, Skalevin fumbled slowly from her bag. Sure enough, her coin purse with cash was gone. Fortunately, she had other cards.

On the other side, Sherlock was sitting in a taxi, opened the strange-looking frog wallet he found from Scarlevin, and found that the money in it was almost enough for him to take a taxi to the scene of the fire, so he had to go home by himself later up.

Sherlock snorted and stuffed the strange wallet into his coat pocket.

Although the bus had taken Skalevin away before Sherlock hired a taxi, this did not prevent her from knowing Sherlock's route.The fire over there was very sudden and fast, which shows that someone has made sufficient preparations, either someone killed someone, or set it on fire, or set it on fire after killing someone, in short, no matter what it is, it is enough to make Sherlock come home late today. up.

The bus continued on its existing route around the corner.Scarlevin stood up, walked back to the oddly dressed bum and sat down.

"Hello, Gryffindor's senior." Skalevin said hello briskly.

"I think you have misunderstood the person." The man who had been looking out of the window turned around after a while, as if he realized that Skalevin was talking to him.

"So you know what Gryffindor means." Scarlett smiled and pierced.

The man froze for a moment, covered his face, are all first graders so cunning now?When he raised his head, his expression had changed, "Hello, Junior Holmes."

"Ah, it looks like you know me." Scarlett shook her foot, "Mr. Weasley."

Now the man, no, Bill Weasley was really curious, "Where did I show my flaws? You've been looking at me for a long time just now."

Flaws exudes a magical smell all over your body, as if adding a circle to your body.

There was also the tip of the wand protruding from the cuff. Scarlevin not only recognized the small piece of wood as a wand, but also recognized whose wand it was.

"Because ordinary people don't dress like this, and people who dress like this usually don't take the bus, they usually haunt the subway station." Scaleven pointed to Bill's cuff, "And I've seen your wand before."

Bill suddenly realized that there were actually many loopholes in Scarlett's words, but Gryffindor's carelessness prevented him from thinking too much.

Scarlett took the opportunity to ask Bill: "Senior Weasley, why are you here?"

It turned out that Bill Weasley's father was very interested in Muggles, which greatly affected the eldest son of the Weasley family, Bill Weasley.

Going to Ravenclaw to watch "movies" suddenly became popular in Hogwarts this year, and Bill also went to see them a few times. Muggles in melonology are not the same.

As a very curious Gryffindor, Bill quickly decided to use his friends' connections to arrange a Muggle trip for himself.He planned in detail, including time, clothing, and route. He specially made some money to exchange into pounds, and he also asked his classmates how to buy bus tickets and movie tickets.

"So...you just want to go to a movie?" Skalevin asked with twitching corners of her mouth.

"It's a real movie, on a big screen, that's the real Muggle way, right. I want to know what a real Muggle looks like." Bill corrected earnestly.

Well, Scarlett didn't quite know what real Muggles Bill could know from the movies, but there were better places to go if one wanted to learn about Muggles, weren't there?

"If you're really interested, I have a recommendation, how about going to the Natural History Museum?" Scaleven suggested, "Really, movies are just imaginary stories, and most of the time, they don't fully represent Life."

"I'm willing to listen to the opinions of experts." Bill changed his mind immediately.He didn't think there was anything wrong with following the advice of an unfamiliar first year, and in fact he felt lucky to have met Scarlett here - of course Bill knew who brought the "movie" to Hogwarts hereby.

Skalevin originally had her own plan, but compared to that, taking the chairman of the male student council to visit the museum is not bad.

"Actually, there is one thing I've been wanting to ask you for a long time." Scaleven said, "Why...why do you drink compound soup?"

"Haha." Bill laughed dryly, not wanting to mention the stupid things he did.

Seeing this, Scarlevin didn't mention it anymore.

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next stop.

Sherlock; Huh?

Scarlett: What's wrong?

Sherlock: All the passengers on the first floor got off, why?This station is not their station.

Scarlett: Hehe...