Children will basically be criticized after fighting outside. The severity is generally determined by the nature and consequences of the fight. Judging from the atmosphere in the living room of the Holmes family, neither seems too serious.
"Oh, dear, I can't believe it, Sherlock is actually fighting outside -" Beverly covered her mouth with a handkerchief, looking frightened.
"That's right, he..." Eugene tried to answer.
"——He finally became a man!" Beverly completed the second half of the sentence.
"..." Eugene was stuck.
"When I received a notification from the community that he had brought Donna and Mycroft with him in a fight, it was unbelievable that he actually——"
"Yes, yes, this is too..."
"——You actually know how to take care of your younger siblings!"
"..."
"Although, I am actually the older brother..." Mycroft lowered his head and cooed at Sherlock.
Sherlock did not respond to this too immature topic, and Donna, who was also being scolded on the other side, made a face at him.
"Later, the staff of the aquarium told me that he did that to stop a few bad boys from smashing the waterproof glass, and the subsequent inspection also confirmed that they had caused considerable damage to the glass," Beverly continued.
Eugene remained silent, looking like he was waiting to see what his wife had to say.
"You shouldn't do that!" Beverly glared at Sherlock: "What should you do if you encounter danger? You should report it to the staff immediately and call the police if necessary!"
"...Dear?" Eugene was stunned: "Do you want to listen to what you are saying?"
There's nothing wrong with what she said, Sherlock thought as he lowered his head to be scolded.
It can be seen that my aunt also knows a little bit about psychology. "First affirm the correctness of the results, and then criticize the errors in the process" is better than "First emphasize that the process is wrong, and finally add that the results are correct."
More comfortable and more willing to accept it.
"Forget it," Beverly wiped the corners of her eyes that were not wet at all with a handkerchief: "I asked someone and found out that those children are going to Yinton College. That middle school only looks at scores and not scores.
Is it moral? Sooner or later, its reputation will be ruined."
"We don't mind collaborating with them!" Eugene answered quickly, fearing that Beverly would add something else.
"That's right. After all, we just applied and didn't pay for admission. It's not bad to go to Hogwarts." Beverly's intention did not change this time: "Sherlock, as the first graduate, will definitely let it go."
The name is resounding throughout the world!”
"That's right!" Eugene added happily.
"I checked before. In order not to waste the teaching staff, they are actually recruited from all seven grades. However, the higher the grade, the more stringent the conditions are." Sherlock cruelly broke the illusion of his uncle and aunt: "It seems that the same
There are quite a few people who think the same as you."
"..."
Ding——winter——
At this time, the doorbell rang, easing the awkwardness in the living room.
"Who?" Eugene stood up and pressed the call button.
"[Hello,]" the young woman's voice came from the intercom: "[I am the freshman usher sent by Hogwarts Academy for Gifted Youngsters to help Mr. Sherlock Holmes complete his preparations for admission.]"
...Do ordinary schools have this kind of position?
————
On the banks of the Thames, near the Palace of Westminster (Palainster).
"Hmph hum~ hum hum~ hum hum~"
The "new student usher" wearing a white lady's suit, a small top hat, and a cane in her hand was humming an unknown tune while leading Sherlock.
The so-called "helping complete the preparations for school", in addition to the details she informed the Eugenes and his wife in a formal manner, was to "take him out for a walk." Although it was already halfway through July, because she was under the shade of a tree by the river,
Sherlock didn't feel too hot.
According to Sherlock's guess, the receptionist should tell him something that is not suitable for his parents to hear, such as that he is actually a superpower, and that he attracted the attention of Hogwarts because of his "precognition" ability, etc.
.
But after walking together for so long... we were about to reach Big Ben, and she didn't even say a word. Was it really just a walk?
"You are the 'White Queen', aren't you?" After waiting for a moment, Sherlock took the initiative and asked.
"Hmm...huh?" The receptionist made a confused voice, then turned to look at him.
Sherlock was very sure that he saw a look in her eyes like "Why is there someone here?"
She was obviously the one who brought her out, right? Is it really okay to be the vice-principal with this kind of personality?
"You told Eugene and Beverly that you wanted to tell me something, what was it?" Sherlock asked.
"Well, yes," the usher lady who admitted that she was the White Queen held up the brim of her hat: "As for me, one of the purposes of bringing you out is to see if a car will hit you, or if you will be completely innocent.
Falling into the river without warning."
"..."
Sherlock was speechless for a few seconds, and then he thought of his "foreknowledge". From a purely theoretical point of view, "precognition" cannot be changed, because once the foreseer changes the future, the content of his prediction will be gone.
happened, so he couldn't predict the content that "didn't happen" and naturally couldn't change it.
No, wait, does this mean that the "White Queen" has clearly learned about her ability to "predict the future" and just wants to further confirm how it is realized?
But unfortunately, "Precognition" was very quiet today and has not been activated.
"What about 'Purpose Two'?" Sherlock asked instead.
"The second is to answer your questions," the "White Queen" looked at him: "You have a lot of questions about 'Hogwarts', no, you have a lot of questions about this world, right? Just ask, I will try my best.
Explained to you in easy-to-understand terms.”
I will not accept information and answers from others. If necessary, I will investigate it myself.
Sherlock thought this, but didn't say it out loud. After all, it was too straightforward.
"My sister, Donna Holmes, said she saw an elephant and a rabbit at the aquarium. What happened?" he finally asked.
"At that age, it's normal to see elephants and rabbits and even talk to them," the White Queen replied, "as long as those elephants and rabbits don't talk to her in turn."
"..."
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Big Ben.
"Okay, we're here."
The "White Queen" bought a ticket for 46.5 pounds, and then took Sherlock inside.
"Does the magician still need to buy a ticket?" Sherlock asked casually as he followed behind.
Although it was a bit hasty to say this under the crowded Big Ben, through his experiences along the way, he had confirmed that no matter what outrageous things the two of them were talking about, such as magic and superpowers, magicians and superpowers
The relationship between the two is such that passers-by will not even look at them once.
"Have you heard the saying?" The White Queen replied: "'With great power comes great responsibility.'"
"I haven't heard of it, what do you mean?" Sherlock asked doubtfully.
Does it mean that if you have extraordinary abilities, you should contribute to society?
"It means that the more powerful a person is, the easier it is to be held responsible for not taking action after some accidents occur, regardless of whether he is present or not, whether he has the opportunity to take action, and whether he can solve the problem after taking action." White Queen
replied.
"Although I haven't heard of it, I'm sure that's not what it means," Sherlock rolled his eyes: "And what does this have to do with whether you buy a ticket or not?"
"I am leading by example and showing you a truth," the White Queen replied: "[If you don't buy a ticket, you can't enter.]"
"It sounds like I will be a conductor in the future." Sherlock put his hands on the back of his head and looked left and right.
"Hmm, who knows? After all, no one can predict the future." The White Queen turned around as she spoke.
"This place doesn't seem to be open to the public... Huh?" Sherlock, who had gone the wrong way, hurriedly turned back and followed, and found that there was an underground passage there: "Does Big Ben have an underground structure?"
"Of course it's not possible in the design," the White Queen said, "but it won't be certain after the dove occupies the magpie's nest."
"Isn't this a magician's secret stronghold?" Sherlock followed up with a beeping voice: "Have they bought tickets?"
"Look, you have adapted to this identity, so..." The White Queen was about to say something, but suddenly stopped: "Oh, here we are."
Sherlock looked around and found that there was a closed corridor ahead, but there was a line of silver embossed text on the wall:
【Mystery should be hidden】
"Hmm..." The White Queen stared at the line of words for a moment, then suddenly used the short stick in her hand to knock four times horizontally and three times vertically around the relief words.
Before Sherlock asked, the line of text "melted". They were connected to each other, stretched, and elongated, and finally formed a silver ring that was more than a person tall. In the middle of the ring, there was a strange gray-white thing.
vortex.
"This is really..." the White Queen sighed with no meaning, then held her hat and walked in first.
"..." Although he felt that the whirlpool was a bit scary for some reason, it was here. Sherlock took a deep breath, came to the vortex, and suddenly took a step forward.
————
call--
"..." Sherlock looked at everything in front of him and fell into a daze.
He was clearly underneath Big Ben before, but the next second he appeared on the banks of the Thames where he could overlook it.
But this is not important. The important point is that the Westminster Street in front of him that he just passed not long ago, leading to Big Ben, has completely changed its appearance. Not only has there been many retro-style signboards, buildings and layouts
It was also very different from what I had seen before, and there were also pedestrians wearing various strange costumes walking on the road, stopping and talking.
Sherlock noticed that his original characteristic of being "ignored by everyone" seemed to have disappeared. Pedestrians around him would look at him more or less once or twice. At the same time, some broken words came into his mouth from the wind.
ear.
"Supreme..." "...he is just..." "...really..." "...interesting."
"[This is the 'Clock Tower', located in the 'Magic Dimension',"" a strange girl's voice sounded in Sherlock's ears, but the tone and tone were very familiar: "[Don't worry about their opinions, you are just here to buy textbooks.
, wand and robe.]”
"What are you buying... Wow!" Sherlock turned around, but was startled by the huge bear face in front of him.
It was a huge white bear with a shoulder height of two meters. It was staring at him with its pitch-black hole, and it was constantly spitting out steam from its nose.
"You, you..." Sherlock was so shocked that he was speechless.
The White Queen turned into a bear?!
"[Looking up, the 'White Queen' can't 'leave the world' yet, and can only use its previous 'incarnation' for the time being,]" the girl's voice came from the top of the bear's head, speaking words of unknown meaning: "[Why,
Do you have any dissatisfaction with 'Basaka'?】"
"Roar—" the white bear roared in unison.
"Um... no, of course not." Sherlock moved his eyes away from the white bear's face and looked at the bear's back.
Sitting there was a girl about the same age as herself, no, even younger. She had silver shawl hair and red eyes. She was wearing a strange national costume with white background and purple stripes. Her facial features were as delicate as Donna's.
doll.
This girl is actually the White Queen? Which image is the real her? If they are all...
"Are we going shopping?" Sherlock tried his best to stop his thoughts from thinking about the very rude "age" and asked proactively.
"[Well, ordinary things can be bought outside, but things from 'magicians' whose power comes from the 'magic dimension' can only be obtained here," the girl took out a scroll from her wide sleeves and unfolded it.
Take a look: "[Hmm... Weber and Inskandar are running a bookstore? They don't just play games in the store when they have nothing to do, right? Gray is selling wands? The wand shop established in 5000 BC is really awesome.
, Lainisi and Luna are responsible for custom-made clothing, this... in a sense, the professionals are quite matched.】"
Although he didn't understand it, he felt it was very powerful. Sherlock looked at the scroll in a daze.
"Hoho!" The white bear roared twice.
"[It's all in pounds, how can Gringotts appear?]" The girl knocked on the white bear's head: "[The crucible is not necessary. We don't have a potions class, so the old bat directly asked him to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts.
'Used to deal with [duomamu], there is no 'flying away from death' here, no one will curse the post.】"
Was she talking to a white bear? There seemed to be a key word in that conversation that sounded strange.
"Awww~" the white bear barked again.
"[Flying broomsticks? There is a portal, there is no need for that... Hmm...]" The girl was shaken mid-sentence: "[Apart from the inconvenience, unsafety, breakage, and ugly appearance... a witch should
Ride a broomstick! Come on, that’s super cool, okay?]”
Okay, confirmed, this gesture is the real White Queen, Sherlock tried hard to resist the urge to roll his eyes.
"Ho ho ho~" the white bear seemed to be laughing.
"[It's decided! I'm going to break off a few branches of [shijiezhishu] to make brooms!]" The girl raised her hand and threw the scroll to Sherlock: "[Go and buy things yourself! Tell them to put it in my account.
!】"
The next moment, the girl and the white bear disappeared.
So why do you need a broomstick when you can teleport?
Sherlock unfolded the scroll and looked at the address above, and then discovered a more serious problem:
Did she say her name?
If the "White Queen" has never been here, whose name will be reported when keeping accounts?
A girl with white hair and a red boy riding a bear? Is that useful?
