Hogwarts: Bourne Returns from Warhammer

Hermitage Manor, master bedroom.

A terrifying long table that looked like it had been through countless horrific chemical experiments was placed in the middle of the room. It had been stained with acid corrosion. The table is filled with various instruments, some of which contain various terrifying substances that have not yet been fully used. They are mainly organic liquids that leave indelible marks on the instruments.

A Persian slipper stuffed with tobacco was placed on the mantelpiece of the room, with a pipe on either side - one of clay and one of cherry wood - looking out at each end of the mantelpiece between them. A cigar box used to maintain humidity.

Encyclopedias, dictionaries, gazetteers, and other reference books with label strips on their spines were neatly arranged in rows on a bookcase near the wall with half a glass door missing.

A bewitched Stradivarius violin in good condition is placed on the table next to the front window, with loose pages of selected Mendelssohn ballads pressed on the music stand, playing music on its own...

Although the furniture in this room looks a bit old, it is very comfortable. The carpet in front of the stove is bearskin, and there is a tall wine cabinet filled with glass bottles and oak barrels - from alcoholic drinks with all kinds of weird names in the wizarding world to all kinds of famous wines loved by Muggles. Everything you need is available.

"Watson, what do you think?" A person in a portrait asked Dr. Watson, who was floating next to the portrait.

The man in the painting is only twenty-six years old, with smooth and moist skin and a square and strong chin. The only appearance problem this man has is the high hairline that often plagues British men. In addition, although he also has an unpleasant hooked nose and a broad forehead, coupled with his gray eyes that shine with cold wisdom, every move on his face is full of confidence.

"Asked for the 27,776th time - 'Watson, what do you think' - Sherlock, you seem to have developed some bad quirk again." Dr. Watson frowned. He asked the question of the person in the painting with a bad tone, and his expression looked like the face of an old man on the subway using his mobile phone.

"Besides, don't you have any idea? How can I see? How can I see? I can only see with my eyes. The double-sided mirror is hidden in your portrait, not in this room, and I can't use it."

Sherlock was stunned for a moment, and he in the portrait shrugged his shoulders, then laughed loudly and said: "This is also something that can't be helped. Watson, I am just a portrait. In addition to the memories during life, there are new memories after death. I can't remember it so clearly all the time. I can only rely on the magic painter and let them add it every year when they do maintenance on the portrait."

Dr. Watson felt helpless.

If this old friend didn't need to hire a magic painter every year for extremely expensive maintenance, how could he, a ghost who didn't need to eat or drink, still work to make money after his death?

Originally, he and his friend in the painting had completely different lives.

Sherlock Holmes, the famous consulting detective and well-known protagonist, is actually a wizard from a pure-blood family; and John Watson is Sherlock's assistant, a well-known supporting character, and a magician with a little bit of magic. Muggles who don't know how to use it.

However, after meeting Sherlock, the latter not only revealed to him the exciting daily life of detectives, but also introduced him to a more colorful magical world. Even with his consent, Sherlock found a way to turn him into a ghost after his death.

After Shylock died, he left behind a magical portrait.

So the two of them, a portrait and a ghost, continued their friendship during their lifetime in a special form.

However, there is still a difference between ghosts and magical portraits: magical portraits retain all the memories of the character during his or her lifetime, and things after death will be forgotten from time to time; ghosts are exactly the opposite of the former, Dr. Watson can remember everything that happened after death , but the things that happened during his lifetime will be slowly forgotten by him - the day when he forgets everything is the day when he starts the real adventure of death.

Sherlock, who retained the keen insight he had during his lifetime, seemed to be aware of his old friend's mentality and hurriedly offered words of comfort.

"My old friend, be happy. At least the stories of you and me have been completely recorded by you, and you can recall them by reading them at any time. Not to mention, the cigars on the fireplace, fine tobacco, and even the wine Those bottles of cute little things in the cabinet, after being lit, you can taste their flavor, but I can only look at the plum blossoms to quench my thirst."

"Humph, you remember these clearly, cigars, tobacco, and alcohol." Dr. Watson sneered, with a satisfied smile on his face, "But you are right. If you say that, you are worse off. Some."

"No, that's a shame." Then, Sherlock in the portrait burst into a nervous laugh.

His friend didn't know that the annual fee he paid to the magic painter was not just for maintaining the condition of the portrait. He also asked those guys to secretly add a lot of good things in the corners of the portrait - cigarettes, fine wine and delicious food, but he didn't lack any of them.

Of course, this is his little secret.

After chatting for a while, Sherlock immediately returned to the topic: "Let me tell you, the young wizards in this year's summer camp are definitely the worst class I have ever led... What, don't look at me like that, you Still don’t trust my judgment?”

"If I were alive, I might still be deceived by your words——"

Dr. Watson curled his lips and replied: "——But, I already know that you didn't rely entirely on deduction to solve the case. Magic also helped a lot. You can't continue to fool the ghost."

"Do you still want to hear my judgment?"

Even though he was exposed, Sherlock was not angry, but continued to ask with a smile.

When it comes to thickness of skin, Sherlock has never lost. During his lifetime, he relied on his extraordinary talent, but after his death, he relied on his magic canvas - the thickness of oil piled up year by year has exceeded two inches.

Because his interest was aroused, Dr. Watson finally listened to Sherlock's vivid description. Honest people are always easily manipulated by bad friends.

"They are all busy messing around and venting their excess energy, and they don't realize the problems they are facing now."

Sherlock in the portrait added: "Except for a little wizard who seems to have a little bit of agility, he discovered the anomalies in his environment."

"Aren't all children like this? They are easily addicted to games and happy things. This situation is exactly the same as that of the little wizards who participated in the summer camp before. You may have forgotten it, but I still remember it." Watson seemed to be concerned about this answer. Not having a cold.

"No, no, no."

Shylock in the portrait danced a small waltz, and as he rotated, he grew larger, as if he was moving from a distance to a near distance. After standing up again, he stretched out his palm and shook his index finger.

"Wizards are not the same as Muggles. Wizards are actually creatures of intuition. All wizards with potential actually have superhuman intuition - don't be biased against it. Use Muggle science to explain it. Intuition is It is a manifestation of judgment that the human brain exceeds the speed limit of thinking and understanding.

In fact, many wise people among Muggles even have powerful intuition that far exceeds that of ordinary wizards.

I believe that the first lesson every little wizard needs to learn is to discover the 'flash of inspiration' in their mind, and learn to believe it, chase it, and even completely let their intuition form a self-instinct.

You left that hall, leaving them alone. If children have strong intuition, they will always notice something abnormal for such a long time in the past, and their intuition will make them look for a way out instead of continuing to wait where they are. "

"You're right," Dr. Watson thought for a moment. He really couldn't refute his old friend's theory.

This theory is supported by factual basis. Without experimental data, it is generally difficult to falsify it...etc. Suddenly he had a flash of inspiration and discovered a blind spot that he had not realized before.

"Sir Holmes."

Dr. Watson's tone suddenly became serious. He rarely used this title to address his old friend. "You didn't secretly create a control group and a comparison group, and then used the little wizards in this summer camp as guinea pigs for experiments, right?"

"Hey, John, you understand me."

I understand you big-headed ghost!

Hearing Sherlock's personal admission, even though he had turned into a ghost, Dr. Watson still broke out in a cold sweat.