The Collection of The End

——Marvel, 2013——

Magical Dimension, Clock Tower.

The guardian ran away without authorization, and the 11-year-old child was left alone on a busy street.

If it was an ordinary little boy, even if he was not frightened and cried, he would be frozen in place and unable to move, but Sherlock had no such worries.

Although he is not sure whether his superpower is "precognition" or "time travel", no matter which one he has, he will be protected by this ability.

Even in terms of magic, this kind of magic involving "time" must be very rare. I am afraid that it is precisely because of this that the "White Queen" can safely leave her alone.

If you "refuse to identify" with reality now, will you be able to bring her back?

The boy thought for a while and gave up on the idea that might cause trouble.

The vice-principal lady obviously knew that he had this ability, otherwise she would not have brought him directly to the "magic dimension", but she turned around and left it alone, no matter what...

Sherlock unfolded the scroll in his hand and looked at it, and found that the shopping itinerary only contained "magic books", "magic wands" and "robes".

This is normal. Things needed to study in an ordinary school have been sent with the admission notice. Eugene and Beverly are making preparations. The White Queen brought herself to the "Clock Tower" for the natural purpose of purchasing only Something only a "magician" needs.

But to be honest, these three things are still classical.

The first thing you should buy now is...yes, the robe.

Although not everyone in this "magic dimension" wears something similar to "magic robes", the styles and materials are obviously different from those in "reality". In order to avoid attracting attention, you must first change your clothes to blend in with them. first choice.

So……

"Hello, madam," Sherlock put down the scroll in his hand, made a distressed expression, and spoke to an older and richer lady wearing a dark purple fur coat and a top hat who kept staring at him. : "I want to go to 'Nice and Luna's Clothing Store', but I don't know where it is. Could you please...?"

Languages ​​should be interoperable, right? It is "magic" after all.

"Oh, of course, I will take you there, child." The fat lady looked very enthusiastic and held his hand: "Please come with me."

"...Thank you." Sherlock blinked and responded as he followed the fat lady.

She said "please" to herself?

If she wasn't habitually polite to everyone, it would be...

——Look, that face.

——Is it him?

——That's right, even though he is very young, most people don't have that shoehorned face.

——It is indeed zhizunashi]

——Damn it, he was preempted. I also want to improve his reputation.

As he followed the Fat Madam to the clothing store, pedestrians along the way glanced at Sherlock more or less, and some of the less sophisticated people even began to whisper to each other.

Are they surprised by their own looks? In other words, do they know their father? Father is very famous in the "magic world"?

To further infer, his "magic talent" also comes from his father, and this is the reason why he was selected by Hogwarts.

While there are other possibilities, this is the one that seems closest to the truth at the moment.

Besides, he doesn’t have a shoehorned face!

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"Laness and Luna's Clothing Store"

About ten minutes later, the Fat Lady arrived at her destination with Sherlock.

On the way here, Sherlock briefly tested her opinion of herself and found that she seemed to be very confident in her future achievements.

Could it be that there is also blood theory in the magic world? This is not a good idea. In that case, the "magical ability" is likely to be limited to a small circle with a very limited number of people. Once there is any trouble, well...

"We're here, my dear," the fat lady looked at the sign in front of her and patted Sherlock on the shoulder, "Go ahead and work hard in the future."

"Thank you." Sherlock nodded to her and stepped into the clothing store.

...Maybe it's a clothing store?

Compared to a traditional clothing store, this "ready-to-wear store" looks like a well-decorated tea room. A blond girl wearing a dark blue suit is sitting behind the tea table and sipping a cup of black tea. , and behind her stood a maid carrying a tea tray.

Do young ladies nowadays like to wear suits?

"Hello……"

Sherlock opened his mouth to say hello to the girl, but accidentally saw the face of the maid behind him, and the words he was about to say were stuck midway.

He has no obsession with skin color. It doesn't matter black, white, red or yellow, but "mercury" is too...

"Are you ordering a robe for the new semester?]" The girl drinking tea said, her voice was quite gentle, but it always had a kind of alienation that would make people thousands of miles away: "Luna."

"Yes, miss," the mercury-skinned maid bowed slightly, put down the tray in her hand, and walked steadily to Sherlock: "I want to measure your size."

"Uh, okay." As she got closer, Sherlock realized that the maid's skin was not mercury, but her whole body was mercury. She looked like someone had put clothes on a silver statue.

This doesn't seem to be anything unusual for the wizarding world...probably.

"Please try to relax." The maid put her hand on Sherlock's shoulder.

She doesn't seem to have a tape ruler with her. What should she do...

Hissssss——

Sherlock watched helplessly as the maid's arm melted and deformed, turning into silver mercury threads that wrapped around him.

"——!"

Because this scene was so shocking, he almost activated "turn back time".

"Measure it, Miss." The mercury thread only lasted for less than ten seconds, and then retracted into the maid's arm. She nodded to Sherlock, then turned and bowed to the blonde girl.

"Two sets of winter clothes, two sets of summer clothes, and three sets of linings, right?]" The blond girl was still drinking tea and didn't look at this direction at all: "I understand, you can go, I will send the bill later. From the 'Einzbern' family.】"

Einzbern...is the family to which the "White Queen" belongs?

Although Sherlock is confident in his ability to extract meaningful information from ordinary conversations, this ability is ineffective against people who are obviously unwilling to communicate with him.

"Thank you very much," he said finally, then turned and left the clothing store.

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After leaving the clothing store, Sherlock repeated his old trick and asked a thin man wearing black and red armor to lead him, and found his next target, the wand shop.

Although this man was not as enthusiastic as the Fat Lady, his attitude towards him was quite kind. However, he had been deliberately avoiding any inquiries about Sherlock's life experience or information about the magical world, and he hurriedly hurried after taking him to his destination. The ground left.

The Wand Shop of Avalon - Crafting Wands Since 5000 BC

"..." Sherlock looked at the crumbling signboard outside the store and was speechless for a moment.

Not to mention that the building of this shop was obviously newly built recently. If the magic world really has a history of five thousand years, then it must have its own calendar. Why is "AD" a concept that was only born in the fifteenth century used? ?

After thinking about history for a while, Sherlock decided to give up worrying about this and walked into the wand shop.

This store is more like a shop than the previous "clothing store". In addition to an obvious huge round table, there are all kinds of old and new small boxes piled around it. Not only does it cover the floor, but almost all the way. It was piled to the ceiling, but there wasn't a single clerk in sight.

"Hello?"

Sherlock walked into the shop looking for a place to stay, looking around and saying hello.

Well, this place is more like a store than a clothing store, but no one is greeting customers.

Sherlock didn't see any clerk until he came all the way to the huge round table. He looked carefully at the black tabletop in front of him, and after thinking for a moment, he pressed his hand on it.

Buzz buzz——

Almost at the same time, a bright light emerged in the middle of the round table, and then turned into a white halo surrounding the height of one person above the round table. After quickly rotating for more than ten times, the halo shrank and condensed again, and transformed into the position where Sherlock stretched out his hand to press it. It became a blue-black wooden staff.

"...Is this a magic wand?" Sherlock picked up the wand, but didn't feel it was any different from an ordinary stick.

"Pine stick body, turkey feathers," a slightly hoarse female voice sounded: "Are you hungry?"

"Uh... I don't know, maybe." Sherlock followed the sound and found that a woman in a gray cloak had appeared on the opposite side of the round table. She was holding an ancient oil lamp in her hand, illuminating the heroic figure. The gray eyes on her face and even her hair exposed from under the hood were gray-white.

"Throw it away and try again.]" The lady in gray cloak continued.

Throw it away?

Sherlock tried to throw away the strange wand in his hand, but suddenly a box that was no different from other similar boxes popped out from the pile of boxes everywhere. He swallowed the wand in one "gulp" and then got back in again. Box Mountain.

...So this room is full of wands that have been abandoned by their owners?

Sherlock blinked, took a deep breath, and prepared to put his hand on the table again.

"Think about what you are going to use it for]" the lady in gray cloak said suddenly.

"What?" Sherlock turned to look at her.

The lady in gray cloak did not answer, as if she did not intend to repeat what she had said.

"Hmm..." Sherlock thought for a moment.

Putting aside the "Magic Dimension" and all that, I was actually buying "school supplies", yes. Essentially, I was studying there to study better at the "Hogwarts School for Gifted Youngsters" in New York. , in order to become a superhero and save the world in the future.

Save the world], what is the purpose of this?

After finishing thinking, Sherlock put his hand on the huge round table again.

Huhuhu——

The huge white circle appeared again as promised, but this time it rotated much faster than before.

And what appeared after it condensed and condensed made Sherlock stunned, because it was clearly a handful...

"M1917 American-made Smith \u0026 Wesson pistol.]" The gray cloaked lady said: "It's really strange, no one has been able to summon the weapon of 'Merlin' for a long time."

Can this thing save the world? Well, maybe it can.

Sherlock felt that his head was a little overloaded and decided not to think about why the legendary magician Merlin used a gun.

"Continue," the gray cloak lady said: "At least one of the ten times will be usable. If you must find one that suits you, you may have to summon hundreds of times. Don't worry, there are extra wands. It will be recycled by us.】"

As he spoke, a box slipped onto the table, and he quickly grabbed the "pistol wand" or "wand pistol" and ran away.

And neither the Gray Cloak Lady nor Sherlock had any intention of stopping it.

Hmm... In this case, you can't think of those relatively empty purposes when summoning the wand, but in reality...

I wish I had a wand that matched my powers perfectly. ] Sherlock finally thought so and put his hand on the shield.

The buzzing is not working.

Sherlock was shocked to see that the newly appeared halos were bright golden, and there were three in total, upper, middle and lower.

Hoo ho ho!

Finally, when the halo gathered and disappeared, what appeared on the table was a silver wand that was as long as an ordinary person's arm and looked like an umbrella. No, it was more like a miniature lance than a wand.

"This is..." Sherlock picked up the wand and waved it twice casually, but nothing special happened.

"Rhongomyniad!]" The lady in gray cloak stood up in shock, but after hesitating for a moment, she finally shook her head and sat down again: "She is yours, the bill... Oh, I will send it to you with love. From the Inzbern family.】"

Although he suspected that he might have gotten something particularly good, the lady in gray cloak looked like she didn't want to talk to the European Emperor, so Sherlock had to say goodbye with regret.

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"Grand Strategy"

Yes, the bookstore designated by the White Queen is called this name, which doesn’t look like a bookstore at all. However, there is a clothing store and a wand shop called "Jade in the Front". In comparison, this bookstore is very normal - except for the body. Except for the store manager who wears a black suit, glasses, and long hair.

His vicious attitude was as if all the guests were sinners who disturbed his reading.

Moreover, although the store manager was strict with others, he was very lenient with his own people. The two red-haired and blond brats had been fighting in the bookstore for a long time, but he looked like he had no intention of taking care of them.

"Tsk...a magic book, Chenghui 500 gold coins." The black-clothed store manager had a cigarette in his mouth and opened and closed the lighter in his hand, his tone was unkind.

"Please send the bill to the Einzbern family..." Sherlock realized something was wrong halfway through saying: "Gold coins?"

"That's right, the gold coins you can get by winning the 'Grand Strategy' game are issued by our store and can only be used in our store." The black-clothed store manager gestured behind him: "Although you can beat the computer, you can't beat the computer." Those two little guys can get a lot more.”

Ha, if nothing else, play games?

Sherlock rolls up his sleeves:

"Let them both come together."