[Comprehensive] Please call me Miss Holmes

Chapter 72

"Ms. Holmes, please tell me about your views on the protection of magic on the Hogwarts campus." Dumbledore repeated the request very calmly, without changing his color at all because of Circe's distraction.The others couldn't do it, they gathered together and whispered, and Circe saw a few people blatantly laughing at her.Circe pouted, thinking she'd love to be here?If she hadn't agreed to Dumbledore's quid pro quo, she wouldn't have gotten involved in Hogwarts affairs!Arthur and Amos Digory, whom he had just met, gave her a comforting smile.

Just when she was about to say something perfunctory, there was a scream from downstairs, a familiar voice.It's Rita Skeeter, special correspondent for the Daily Prophet.Her high-pitched voice is hard to forget once heard.The screams interrupted what Circe was about to say, and also drew everyone's attention to the window.

Arthur was the first to put away his smile because he was sitting outside and rushed to the window, only to see Rita Skeeter lying on the ground in a strange posture on the grass downstairs, her limbs twitching, her face One side of his face was completely attached to the ground, and the expressions on his face were distorted.It hurts to look at it.Everyone looked at the place where Rita Skeeter had fallen on the ground, and then at a certain child with an expressionless face, and took a breath.No wonder she was playing with beetles out of nowhere just now, it was so cruel.Although the special reporter used illegal means to eavesdrop, if they found out, they would not spare this good woman, but at least they would not throw her from upstairs.

Circe: She really thought it was a beetle, and she definitely didn't mean to.

Circe looked at the expressions of "You are so vicious" on other people's faces, and felt extremely stuffy, and quickly turned to look at Dumbledore, but a certain headmaster was blinking and smiling at her, but this one didn't think she was vicious, But his current expression is clearly praising her for a good job.Circe, she was even more confused.What's the matter!

Madam Pomfrey quickly rushed over to take away the twisted wounded patient. Of course, she didn't use those comfortable methods. She dared to pretend to enter the principal's office. To Madam Pomfrey who always respected Dumbledore It was an unforgivable crime, and she wouldn't mind throwing a killing spell on the wounded reporter if she could.

The process of watching Rita Skeeter being taken away reminded the parents of some bad things, such as Madam Pomfrey's bitter medicine for decades.Everyone hurried back to their seats and got ready, making an appearance of "I never left at all".As a result, after sitting down, it was inevitable that they saw someone who had done something cruel just now. This time, they didn't dare to laugh at Circe, so they had to be aggrieved instead of sweeping their eyes quietly, fearing to be discovered and leaving quickly.Dumbledore was amused, and Circe was speechless.

Fortunately, the meeting ended quickly, and Circe ignored Dumbledore's expression of wanting to talk to her, and left directly from the fireplace.Back in the Sherlock Holmes mansion, Patrick was the first to notice her return, and the moment she appeared in the house, he appeared in front of the fireplace to greet his dear master.Behind Patrick, Alina quickly came over and gave Circe a big hug.

"Honey, you are finally back. I regret it. I shouldn't have let you leave home. You are still so young, and you are different from your two disobedient brothers. Don't learn from them." Alina said while Kissed Circe on the cheek, "By the way, Circe, Anthony is coming to the United States, and he is about to start school, but he left you a letter before he left, and I will show it to you later." Elina pulled her away In the living room, Patrick immediately brought tea and milk.Alina forbade Circe to drink anything but milk.Such a small matter, in order to make Alina happy, Circe never refuted.

"Also, you will stay at home today! I'll call and tell Sherlock."

Circe held Alina back and smiled apologetically, "I have something to ask Mike, so I won't be back today." Seeing Alina's disappointed eyes, Circe pursed her lips and thought for a while, "Tomorrow Let's go! I have nothing to do tomorrow, and I will come back early tomorrow morning to have breakfast with you."

Alina smiled.She knew Circe would obey.

On the way from home to Baker Street, Circe did not use magic, and sometimes she felt that some of the current tools were actually much easier to use than magic.This era is far better than her original era, people are really happy now!

Sitting in the back of the taxi, Circe opened the envelope Anthony had left behind.

"Dear Circe:

...the day I saw you leave through the fireplace, is it magic?What a magical power. Now that I think about it, when we were kidnapped, those people used magic too!You must not know that there are people who use magic here in the United States!I met a man who also had magical powers.Next time when I come back, I will bring him back to let you know!You will feel amazing, I promise.

Love you: Anthony"

Circe didn't expect Anthony to see her leaving through the fireplace, but it wasn't a big deal, and she didn't actually hide it from him on purpose, but the existence of the Ministry of Magic was meant to conceal the existence of wizards, so she had no choice but to go to the countryside and do as the Romans did. Ordinary people mentioned her own status as a wizard.But she was very interested in the magicians mentioned in Anthony's letter.

On Baker Street, Sherlock sat on the sofa with his hands clasped together. This was his posture when he was thinking. Circe walked up to him and sat down, asking curiously: "Is there anything embarrassing? Is it the Belarus case last time?" ?”

"No," Sherlock didn't open his eyes, but just shook his head, "I don't need to bother me with that last time, it's clear at a glance. It's just,..."

"what?"

"I met an old enemy." Sherlock opened his eyes, not frustrated, but eager to try, with a smile on the corner of his mouth. "Cersi, you are not allowed to interfere this time, no matter what happens, you don't want to interfere."

"Okay!" Circe nodded indifferently, thinking, "As long as your life is not in danger, I will not interfere." After finally meeting an opponent worthy of attention, she will not spoil Sherlock's interest.

At this moment, Circe suddenly felt a heart palpitation. The pain transmitted through the blood was piercing, and Circe turned pale all of a sudden.It's Birk, and her life is in danger.She had to get to Bilke at once.

"Forget it! Forget everything! Your identity, your origin, follow my orders!" A deep voice came indistinctly.

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