[Zhongyingmei] My dad is Voldy

Hermione hurriedly walked back and forth in front of the fireplace, finally, a green flame emerged from the fireplace, Anita brushed the ashes off her body, and complained as she stepped out of the fireplace, "Hermione, what's going on? I am still in confinement because of what happened to Mycroft last time. And you should know that love potions generally do not need antidote. Although love potions are very powerful, they are not particularly dangerous potions, and their effects last. It didn't take long. Anyway, the love potion brings false love, and when the effect of the potion wears off, that feeling will disappear..."

"I know I know." Hermione grabbed Anita's hand and almost dragged her back to the fireplace, "It's not me." Hermione stuffed a handful of Floo powder into Anita's hand, "Remember Live at 221B Baker Street."

Hearing this familiar address, Anita's eyes widened in shock, "What? How is it possible? Sherlock or Watson?"

"It's Sherlock." Hermione looked helpless and frantic, "I don't know how it happened, anyway, please hurry up and make Sherlock return to normal, please. Compared with Sherlock who got the love potion , the usual Sherlock is simply a little angel."

"When did you...?" Anita wanted to ask when Hermione became so familiar with Sherlock that they even connected to the Floo Network. You must know that the Floo Network is regulated by the Floo Network Administration of the Ministry of Magic. It is impossible to temporarily add a Muggle fireplace to the Floo network without any relationship.

"It's a very long story. To put it simply, it's Nie Yuan." Before Anita finished speaking, Hermione quickly replied, "As for the Floo Network, I asked Sirius for help. And Questions? If not, go away."

Anita shrugged helplessly. She was actually quite curious about the story, but she was even more curious about what Sherlock, who had taken the love potion, would look like. She was really looking forward to it.So Anita waved happily at Hermione, sprinkled the Floo powder, and called, "221B Baker Street."

After a burst of green flames, Anita just walked out of the fireplace at 221B Baker Street, when she saw the living room in a mess, overturned tables and chairs, cracked walls, paper and glass shards all over the floor. It doesn't say how fierce the battle was going on here.In this mess, a slender man pressed another man against the wall, his gray-green eyes shone brightly under the light, as if full of affection, and he was speaking to the other man with a gorgeous and deep voice. The man said:

"Ome! whateyeshathLoveputinmyhead,

Whichhavenocorrespondehtruesight;

Or, if they have, whereismy judgment fled,

Thatsures falsely what they see right

(Alas, what eyes love puts in my brain,

Make me completely blind to the real scene?

Misjudged the truth of what the eyes saw? )" (Note 1)

If it weren't for the two of them with bruised noses and swollen faces, Watson, who was pressed against the wall, had an expression of extreme patience. This is really an extremely beautiful and romantic picture.

Anita took out her mobile phone—the wizard version developed by Draco, which is now version 3.0, with functions of calling, texting, video and taking pictures—and took a picture of this scene.Sherlock and Watson turned their heads at the same time. Sherlock stared at Anita with displeasure at being disturbed, while Watson's eyes lit up, as if he had finally waited for rescue.

"Please go ahead, don't worry about me." Anita suppressed her smile, still holding her phone.

"Miss Prince, please be merciful and stop going to the theater," said Watson helplessly.

"Pfft," Anita couldn't help laughing, she took out the antidote for the love potion from her pocket, and said to Sherlock, "Hey, drink it."

Sherlock looked at Anita like he was looking at a mentally handicapped person.

Anita suggested maliciously, "It doesn't matter if you don't drink the antidote. The effect of the love potion is not long, usually only 12 hours. Sherlock will return to normal after the effect of the drug wears off, and there will be no sequelae."

Ahem, of course Anita still has a way to force Sherlock to drink the antidote, but it's not a big deal to watch the excitement.Anita doesn't mind watching this rare official candy for a while.

"No, I can't stand it for a second." Watson said through gritted teeth, while Sherlock kept looking at Watson with obsessive and puzzled eyes, completely ignoring the existence of Anita.

Anita made a powerless look at Watson.

Watson took a deep breath and reached out to hold Sherlock's hand. Sherlock's eyes lit up slightly. Then, Watson pushed up with his knees and knocked Sherlock to the ground while he was bending over in pain. .In order to prevent Sherlock from struggling, Watson sat directly on him and held Sherlock's hand tightly.

Anita gave Watson a thumbs up, "Not bad." She handed him the antidote.

"After all, I used to be a soldier." Watson knelt on Sherlock on one knee, pressed his arms behind his back, clamped his jaw with one hand, and violently poured the antidote into Sherlock's mouth.

"Actually, Sherlock just recited a love poem, which is very harmless...cough cough...normal." Under Watson's stare, Anita replaced "harmless" with "normal", "more than the average love potion." People behaved much better, not as terrible as Hermione described."

"You haven't seen the Sherlock before. He scared both Jasmine and Hermione." Watson had a look of unbearable recollection of the past. The object of "obsession", Watson must have been more frightened.

Anita really wanted to know what insane thing Sherlock had done before, but Watson obviously didn't mean to share this unbearable experience with Anita.

Anita was talking to Watson while observing Sherlock. The affectionate expression on Sherlock's face slowly disappeared, and turned into doubt, fear, anger, and a trace of embarrassment.

Anita nodded at Watson, who let go of Sherlock and stood up from him.

Sherlock lay on the ground for a while, just when Anita thought he was too embarrassed to get up, Sherlock stood up, patted the dirt on his body nonchalantly, went straight to the sofa and sat down, and did not talk to Watson during the period. Make any eye contact.Sherlock didn't speak to Anita or Watson. He folded his fingers in front of his chin, his eyes were empty, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"How do you feel?" Anita asked.

"Emotion is the gritina sensitive instrument, the crathelens, 'Thatsures falsely what they see right'. (Emotion is the gravel on the precision instrument, the crack on the lens, 'misjudgment of the truth seen by the eyes'." Sherlock said without hesitation, his voice without ups and downs, as if waiting Then someone asked this question.

"I'm asking how your body feels, but okay," Anita said.

Sherlock's body froze slightly.

Anita suppressed her laughter, well, she admitted that she did it on purpose, except that it may leave a psychological shadow, the love potion has no harm to the human body at all.Still, there aren't many chances for Sherlock to be deflated, are there?

Sherlock was so sharp that he seemed to be able to instantly see through people's eyes to Anita, and Anita showed an innocent smile.

Anita sat down on the sofa opposite Sherlock, corrected her expression, and asked, "How did you get the love potion? You couldn't have experimented with the love potion, did you?" Sherlock can do things like experimenting with potions.

"No." Sherlock handed Anita an envelope.

There was no signature on the envelope, and there was only a note inside the envelope, which read:

"Gameon. - Moriarty (The game is on. - Moriarty)"

Anita put the note close to her nose and sniffed it, and said with certainty, "There's a love potion sprinkled on it."

Anita handed the note to Watson and explained, "Everyone smells the love potion differently. It depends on personal preference. What I smell is potions, old books, and... "And the smell of Draco's hair, Anita blushed slightly, but didn't say it.

Watson sniffed it and said, "Claire de la Lune." Watson smiled softly, "The scent of Mary's perfume." After speaking, he handed the note to Sherlock.

Sherlock took the note and sniffed it, frowning, he stood up suddenly, leaned close to Anita's side and sniffed her vigorously.

"Sherlock!" Anita exclaimed while dodging, "Why are you crazy, don't force me to petrify you!"

"Where does your smell come from?" Sherlock asked eagerly, grabbing Anita's shoulder.

"The smell on me?!" Anita was frightened, and Sherlock smelled her in the love potion?Wouldn't this be the aftereffect of taking the love potion?Anita raised her hand and sniffed, wondering, "Potion smell?"

"No." Sherlock said, "You have a perfume smell on your body, a private custom perfume made by a top perfumer, the smell is very weak, it should be after you came into contact with someone."

"It can't be Hermione, right?" Anita asked suspiciously, "I haven't come into contact with Muggles today, and wizards rarely use perfume, at least among the few people I came into contact with today."

Sherlock stared at Anita thoughtfully for a while, Anita was furiously looked at by Sherlock, before Anita was about to explode, Sherlock withdrew his gaze, returned to the sofa and sat down.

Anita glanced at the inexplicable Sherlock, and continued to explain, "Although there is a love potion on this note, the potion cannot be effective through the volatilization of the smell, it must be taken orally. Since you are 'obsessed' The target is Watson." Watson and Sherlock turned their heads away at the same time, "Then it is very likely that the thing you ate that contains the love potion was made by Watson himself, or Watson's hair was added."

"Sandwich in the morning?" Sherlock and Watson said at the same time, and looked at each other awkwardly. Anita felt that the two of them might not be able to look directly at each other for a while. One of the properties of the love potion is that it does not affect memory. Sherlock clearly remembers what happened before, but he will no longer have the false feelings before when he recalls, so it will be particularly embarrassing.

"So, what is this? Provocation?" Anita shook the envelope in her hand.

"This is a gauntlet and an invitation." A smile of unknown meaning appeared on Sherlock's face.

"Huh?" Anita said the two of them, ah no, she didn't quite understand the relationship between the three of them.

But that's none of her business.

Xiao Ming's grandma can live to be 90 years old because she doesn't meddle in other people's business.

The most important thing now is to return to Prince Manor as soon as possible. If Sif's father finds out that she sneaked out again during the lockdown, her punishment will definitely be doubled.Anita stood up, "I'll go back first if it's okay."

"Thank you." Watson and Sherlock said in unison, looked at each other awkwardly, and turned their eyes away at the same time.

Anita couldn't help laughing, she stepped into the fireplace, and suddenly thought of something, "By the way, Moriarty seems to have gotten involved with Voldemort—the super villain in the wizarding world—be careful .Then, goodbye." With that, Anita disappeared into the green flames.

The author has something to say: Nosy: Excuseme?Do you spend less time caring about me?



Chapter 170, Mo Niang once said, "Our consulting detective deserves a more dramatic admission"

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Note 1: Shakespeare Sonnet No. 148

William Shakespeare - So148

Ome! whateyeshathLoveputinmyhead,

Whichhavenocorrespondehtruesight;

Or, if they have, whereismy judgment fled,

Thatsures falsely what they see right?

If that be fair where on my false eyes dote,

What means the world to sayitis not so?

If it be not, then loved do th well denote

Love's eye is not so true as all men's: no,

How it? O! how Love's eyes be true,

Thatissovexedwithwatgandwithtears?

No marvelthen, though I mistake my view;

The sun itself sees not, till heaven clears.

Oing Love! with tears shou keep 'st meblind,

Lest eyes well-seeing thy foul should find.

(Alas, what eyes love puts in my brain,

Make me completely blind to the real scene?

Misjudged the truth of what the eyes saw?

If beauty is what my eyes love,

Why is everyone denying it in unison?

If it is not beautiful, then there is absolutely nothing to hide,

The eyes of love are not as real as ordinary people.

Of course, how can it, how can love eyes

Seriously, it's teary day and night?

So, if I can't see it, how can it be considered rare?

The sun has to wait for the sky to shine brightly.

Sly Cupid!You blinded me with your tears,

Just because I'm afraid that my eyes will expose your ugliness.

——translated by Liang Zongdai)