Fortunately, the Main Line is at Hogwarts

Steven Strange, no, Sherlock Holmes, correct.

The other one is Watson.

This carp no, why is the goldfish king here, oh, because Andrea, his aunt Andrea is a reporter, and this is London.

There were only so many cases at Scotland Yard, only so many cases at Scotland Yard, and she would always run into this great detective from 211b Baker Street.

Does Sherlock have a plot? If I recall carefully, it turns out that there is.

But that was the plot of the second stage or even the third stage, and the branch line should not appear until the main line progresses to the fourth and fifth grades.

Maybe the plot was brought forward? Perhaps this is a sign of the third stage? Maybe this is the first random big plot?

No, Hermione Granger showed obvious princess features, and she also saw Mulan's sword. The first big plot must be related to fairy tales.

this is the evidence

When Sherlock Holmes appeared at his home, he guessed that he brought the big plot of the first stage. It was just a guess, maybe his appearance was just a coincidence.

Yes, it must be just a coincidence.

Ciel took a step back, hiding himself from Sherlock Holmes' sight.

Even though he knew that he was under the illusion spell and the detective couldn't see him, he still didn't like to meet Sherlock's eyes.

No one likes to meet his eyes.

hell!

It's all because of this damned Sherlock, who has deviated his thinking mode into a typical Sherlockian thinking and reasoning mode.

. . .

Meanwhile, the lobby on the first floor.

Sherlock looked up at the slightly open door on the second floor.

The door opened by itself. No, the door body was intact, and there was no rust or damage at the riveting joints. It was not due to its own cause, but an external factor.

Why didn't I see a person, maybe it wasn't a person, maybe it was some kind of institution, maybe it was some kind of small animal.

"Ms Happam, do you have a dog?"

asked Sherlock.

Watson next to him looked at Sherlock in surprise, wondering what the big detective was up to.

Andrea didn't mind too much. It wasn't the first time she had dealt with Sherlock, and she knew how off-line this big detective was.

"Dog? No."

Sherlock lifted his chin, lying? No, she was telling the truth, not a dog, what would that be.

"Or some other animal."

"Any animal."

Now even Andrea was a little confused, but she still shook her head in surprise.

"No, I didn't raise anything."

"Sherlock!"

Watson called Sherlock's name in a low voice, reminding him to restrain himself, accepting a lady's help on a difficult night is already very disturbing, so don't bring more trouble.

As a traditional gentleman, no, even if you are not a gentleman, you should pay attention to these things.

Sherlock raised his chin quickly, as if he wanted to make a disdainful expression. Watson's persuasion was of course useless, because Andrea's answer aroused his curiosity instead.

He looked around the layout of the room again.

"Whose house is that?"

Against Watson's disapproving gaze, he asked directly.

"My nephew."

Andrea replied.

After several interactions, she knew that Sherlock's questioning would never end, so she hung the coat on the hook next to the door, walked to the kitchen, and asked directly.

"Black tea, or coffee?"

Just as Watson was about to speak, Sherlock preempted him.

"Two cups of black coffee, a little sugar, thank you."

"Is he at a non-boarding school?"

he asked in passing.

This kind of tongue-twisting question made Andrea slightly stunned, and the Hogwarts where Charles went was a bit special.

"No, it's not."

Andrea replied.

Excessive time to answer, no lie, but obvious hesitation, some kind of special boarding school, what are the special boarding colleges all over the UK.

At the same time, Sherlock's brain has been quickly retrieved in the thinking palace.

It's just a small scene, a small thing... a daily activity for him.

And seeing this, Charles upstairs didn't want to watch anymore.

Is it dangerous for Andrea and Sherlock to get involved? There must be danger, but safety is also guaranteed, because Sherlock's family is not simple. His brother Mycroft Holmes is known as the existence of the walking British Empire .

Whether he knows the wizard or not, he must know, and he will secretly protect Sherlock, so it may be safer for Andrea to follow Sherlock.

As long as the murderer is not her.

"Snapped!"

Charles directly apparated and left here.

The sound was so soft that neither the busy Andrea nor Watson who was hanging the clothes paid attention, but it was not missed by the keen Sherlock.

This time, he didn't ask any questions.

Because he was pretty sure there must be something wrong with this house, either Ms. Hepham, or this, or the people who lived in it.

And, he seemed to have heard this kind of sound like a car electric spark ignited somewhere.

is where.

Sherlock restarted the search mode of the mind palace, the electric spark of the car ignited, the garage, the father of Carl Friedrich Benz, the father of the Wright brothers' airplane, no, this clue is wrong.

Maybe try translating it into German, wait, country, Mycroft Holmes, that nasty name popped out of Sherlock's mind.

Yes, it is here, and there are only classified documents related to him.

The Hound Project, the Bruce Partington Project.. Found it, and one morning, a Muggle said he saw it, what a Muggle is.

Is andesire syndrome, a kind of mental illness, some kind of secret plan using psychological suggestion? No, no, it's not a medical term, it's...

After a while, Sherlock opened his eyes. He took the coffee Andrea handed over, and asked in a calm voice.

"Ms. Happam, have you ever heard of Hogwarts?"

Looking down, hesitating for too long, typical small tricks of lying, she has heard of it, very good.

So the next question is, what is Hogwarts.

. . .

Charles, who left home, breathed a sigh of relief, and when he was with Sherlock, he felt that his whole person's painting style became Sherlock Holmes.

It's better to stay away from him.

It seems that I can't go home tonight. Andrea knows about Hogwarts. Although she doesn't know about his portal and journey to Wonderland, she doesn't understand magic. How did she get home from school? Anything can be fooled.

But the big detective is not so easy to fool, and Charles doesn't want to deal with the big detective at all.

Maybe just because of the intersection of this incident tonight, he has already fallen into the eyes of Sherlock's brother Mycroft.

But it doesn't matter. At present, the British Empire and the British Ministry of Magic have an agreement, and they are in a period of superficial peace. He will have nothing to do.

As for the future, when he becomes the strongest wizard, nothing will happen.

. . .

The next day, Saturday, suburban New York, Interstate 295.

Against the backdrop of the sky full of dirt and the endless concrete road, an old second-hand Ford is running straight along the road.

The driver was a handsome and thin young man, but the music in the car was very wild Led Zeppelin.

This young man was, of course, Charles.

"The Hammer of the Gods will propel our ships to new lands"

Ciel, who was sitting in the driver's seat, hummed softly.

Thanks to JK Rowling for the background setting, otherwise these classic works might have left Shire, and his golden finger is not a document copying system, so he will definitely not be able to restore these classics.

Material needs are important, but spiritual needs are equally important.

Charles, who was listening to the familiar music, suddenly felt a vibration in his arms. He took out his notebook and found a line of beautiful women's fonts floating on it.

It was Hermione who was contacting herself.

Charles took his hands off the steering wheel, took out his wand, and lightly tapped on the steering wheel. Immediately, the car window rose, the steering wheel began to turn automatically, the gear position automatically stretched, and the accelerator was stepped on by itself.

The entire vehicle has entered fully automatic mode.

But after thinking about it, he still cast another Iron Armor Curse on himself.

"Where are you?"

This is what Hermione wrote.

"There's Harry's Quidditch practice today, and Neville and I will go see it."

Before Charles could reply, another line of text appeared below this line of text.

What's so interesting about this thing, Charles rolled his eyes.

After returning from hiding in France, Charles tore the magic notebook in half and gave half to Hermione. After all, the two were still divided into two colleges, and it was really inconvenient to communicate after dinner.

With this, it will be much more convenient.

Hermione was very curious about this magic notebook. Her knowledge of alchemy was still very shallow, and Hogwarts did not offer alchemy courses at all.

The magic notebook is a popular commodity, and it will never be recorded in orthodox books like the history of modern magic and the complete alchemy.

It was not recorded in the books, and Hogwarts didn't pay much attention to alchemy, so Hermione didn't know it at all.

Before Ciel handed her the magic notebook, she didn't even realize the magic, greatness and importance of alchemy.

What Charles told her about the development of alchemy in the French magic world simply opened the door to a new world for her.

Charles, who knew her well, bought a gift, "A Brief Talk on Alchemy", when he was shopping in France. When he handed this book to Hermione, the little girl was really happy.

Even happier than receiving the magic notebook and seeing Shire.

well.

"I'm in Wonderland."

"Something to do."

Charles thought for a moment, and wrote under Hermione's two lines of text.

As his text was written, the two lines of text above began to gradually disappear, as if being absorbed.

Charles didn't lie, if Hermione was going to find him in Wonderland, he would be able to go back right now just by opening the door, so it wasn't a lie.

But it seemed that Hermione didn't have any important matters to ask him, and she was just going to watch Quidditch with him.

The problem is that this thing is really nothing to look at, and I find myself a Slytherin to watch Harry train every day, don't you see Wood always has a bitter and bitter expression on his face.

Fortunately, seeing that Charles seemed to have something to do in Wonderland, she didn't continue to ask him to come back.

"Then be careful yourself."

Hermione's neat writing appeared on the notebook, as serious as the little girl herself.

Charles laughed a little.

"Don't practice those dangerous magics!"

Then another line appeared below the previous line of text, followed by a simplified picture of a small fist.

Charles twitched the corner of his mouth, subconsciously touched the underside of his arm, Hermione was never a dignified lady, never was.

This is the end of the short chat. I have to say that this thing is really convenient.

Charles put the magic notebook back into his arms, and then his eyes flickered, and there seemed to be something in the rearview mirror.

When I looked closely, it was a big truck.

Then, under Shire's gaze, the big truck sped all the way, and soon reached the level with him.

When the second-hand Ford and the large truck intersected, Charles looked up through the window and found two typical American middle-aged men sitting in the front and passenger cabs of the large truck.

Meaty face, huge belly, and this unbearable white fuzz around the chin, and a beard that wasn't shaved at all.

They wore denim-style camisole pants and hats.

However, they didn't seem to have any malicious intentions. They just took a look at Charles, stepped on the gas pedal, and accelerated away.

Then after they overtook the Ford, Charles saw a truckload of domestic pigs in the compartment behind the truck. The pigs were humming and crowded, and the trough seemed to be filled with some kind of dark red feed.

Outstanding people in the New World..

Charles watched the truck go farther and farther, and finally parted from him at a fork in front of him. Then he looked away, probably some worthless branch line.

Even if the dungeon is opened, the boss will not drop any good things, it may be weapons from the killer series, or the most common wand magic.

If Shire is not eleven years old now, maybe he is still interested in following up, not because the copy drops, but to save those girls who are in danger. Yes, he is so kind-hearted.

But now he's only eleven years old, taking ageing potions or something

Charles is still very clear that for him now, it is important to maintain a good body.

The second-hand Ford car continued to drive on the road. He borrowed this car. Of course, the owner didn't know it when he borrowed it, but I believe he will know it soon.

The New World is said to be built on tires, so even if it is just a second-hand car, it still runs very strong. After running for about ten minutes again, Charles finally saw the road sign.

"Welcome to Cold Spring."

. . .

"quack!"

An unknown bird landed on the bright red street sign, pecked its feathers, and then quacked twice.

But soon, a second-hand Ford car speeds past, and the dust it kicks up seems to have disturbed its well-combed feathers again.

The bird felt a little unlucky, it screamed dissatisfied, and it rose to the sky, ready to change places.

Charles drove straight into Cold Spring.

Cold Spring Town looks desolate, but it's not that bad. It's just that the street signs outside have been in disrepair for a long time, and the interior decoration of the town is still very neat.

The square of the town is covered with pure white marble, and there seem to be white pigeons rising and falling on both sides. The brick-red benches and delicate small fences are the main colors here, making the whole town seem to be only red. Composed of two colors with crisp white.

This is a typical American small town.

Charles drove and parked in front of a two-story villa.

"Crack!"

Charles opened the car door, and as soon as he got out of the car, he felt that there seemed to be some faint eyes watching him, but it didn't matter, he lived here, he was his own, so why should he be afraid.

After closing the car door calmly, Charles walked towards the villa with a huge travel bag.

Of course the villa does not belong to him, and of course he does not live here, but only by showing that he lives here, but he is away on business or school all the year round, and has not come back for a long time, can we dispel the sight of these outsiders. Suspect.

Charles quickly walked to the door of the villa.

According to the guide, the owner of this villa works in New York, and only when he has a vacation, he will return home after the vacation, that is, to relax here for a while.

This fits the identity that Charles needs.

As for not having a key or something, that's not a problem at all.

Standing in front of the villa, Charles put his hand on the doorknob and said in a low voice.

"Go quickly."

"squeak-"

The door of the small villa on the second floor opened in response.

Charles opened the door and walked in.

Entering the interior of the villa, the staring sight disappeared. There were some reasons why the walls blocked them, and the other reason was that Charles acted like he was one of his own people. There was nothing doubtful about it.

The small towns in the New World are dotted around, like potholes on the moon, there are one at a certain distance, very dense, and they generally have side plots.

And this kind of small town is generally divided into two situations. The first one is a small town with a small number of people and a small area.

Because young people yearn for big cities, they will never return together when they leave the small town, which leads to fewer and fewer people in the small town.

Most of these small towns have some kind of horror legends, some kind of scary places, even scary killers, or simply some weird and deformed creatures living nearby.

They are like traps laid by hunters, waiting in place, and those young men and women in big cities such as New York and Los Angeles send them off in groups.

The other kind of town is large in size, with hospitals, police stations, supermarkets, large shopping centers, bus stations, and a large company that controls the economic lifeline of the town, all of which are self-contained, like a complete ecological circle large towns.

There are generally quite a few of them. Although there are many young people who yearn for big cities, there are also more young people who are born, grow up, marry and have children, and stay in the small town for the rest of their lives, and all the people they know are here.

The son of the sheriff will enter the police station, the son of the supermarket owner will inherit the supermarket, and the child of the electrician will be an electrician by birth. This is the continuation of the town.

If there is a problem in such a small town, it is usually an internal problem. For example, in RL Stein's goosebumps branch plot, he just stayed in a small town in the New World. In the end, the monsters in his books turned into reality, and spread throughout the town. diffusion.

I don't know if the towns in the New World are all magical, they seem to be in different dimensions.

The loss of a few female college students, the disappearance of dozens of young men and women who wanted to die, and even the entire town being invaded by monsters all felt like nothing at all! Will not be found in general.

Very strange.

Charles is too lazy to worry about the New World, and he has more important things to do next.

That special creature.

It is hiding in the town of Cold Spring.

The situation in Cold Spring Town is a bit like the former one. The area of ​​the town is relatively small, but Cold Spring Town is just an ordinary town, and there is no reference to a certain film and television work to form a branch plot.

The only thing that is special about it is the special creature entrenched here.

Because of the number of people in similar towns, they are very sensitive to unfamiliar faces, and they can be identified at a glance, who is a tourist.

But unless there are obvious problems, small towns with film and television side plots.

Otherwise, there would generally be no people in any small town who would be bored to monitor outsiders, or monitor them in real time.

Although there is no side plot in Cold Spring Town, that creature is very special. This sense of surveillance that seems to be everywhere is one of its special features.

So for the next action, Ciel took out a pair of glasses from his pocket.

"Crack!"

It's only one chapter, but it's really such a big chapter. Let's talk about it every day, and ask for votes and recommendations.