[This lounge is No. 78, and 3/4 people have registered. 】
The girl who called herself "Irene Adler" registered with an attitude of "it's your honor to be in the same compartment as you" and then sat down in the lounge.
This attitude is actually very offending, especially those who have a bit of low self-esteem, but fortunately, the other two people present didn't care about her attitude at all.
Watson didn't notice the hints hidden in her little movements at all. He simply treated her as if "there was a new classmate in the class" and talked to her calmly, such as... first he told her a lot of information about himself, and then he continued
Add "What about you?"
"——The Adler family has a history of two thousand years. They have been a member of the court magicians since the time of King Arthur. They have a strong magical bloodline. Those people at Hogwarts really have a pair of discerning eyes."
At this time, if there is no exchange of information, the people listening to him may even feel that they owe him something, and then reveal some information that they think is not important, but is actually quite important.
And the addition of this "exchange" may be the purpose of deliberately attracting the information that the speaker wants to obtain.
Of course, Watson is not that smart yet.
As for Sherlock himself, he didn't care about Eileen's inadvertent display of superiority, because he had already deduced what the girl was doing before:
Her parents obviously thought that there would be a lot of people on the train, so they just dressed their daughter in a gorgeous way, hoping to become the focus of the audience. Unexpectedly, the train was empty, and the little girl's charming eyes were thrown to the blind man.
Passing through the carriage, I still didn't find my companions. Just when I was about to feel scared, I heard Watson's loud voice, so I ran over immediately, but in order to maintain my appearance, I deliberately tidied up outside for a while before coming in.
Well... that's basically it. If the inference is wrong... it's not a big deal. After all, he has never heard of the "Adler Family", and his inference about Irene's parents may be wrong.
At present, it seems that perhaps the Adler family does have a long history, but it has also been excluded from magicians for a long time. Sherlock inadvertently tested whether she knew about the "Clock Tower" and the "Magic Dimension".
But Erin had no special reaction at all.
Another piece of evidence is that although she has a lot of belongings, many of which seem to belong to the occult, but like Watson, there are no "magic books", "magic wands" and "magic robes" at all.
There is no "new student guide" to take them to familiarize themselves with the magical world and go shopping.
Are you really special?
Sherlock was about to test something else further when he heard a voice coming from the train announcement:
"[Please note that the Zeppelin train is about to start, passengers please sit tight and hold on tight.]"
"[During the process of starting and stopping the train, please do not open the door of the lounge to avoid danger.]"
"【I wish you a pleasant journey.】"
Oh, wait then.
——???——
Well... I am indeed special.
Sherlock thought as he looked at Watson and Irene "frozen" in front of him.
He was not stupid enough to deliberately open the lounge door before departure just to see what would happen - according to the train announcement, it could not be opened.
He just sat in his seat and looked out the window normally, intending to observe what the scenery would be like outside after the "magic train" started, but...
Just as the scenery outside the window began to "retreat", Irene and Watson, who were still chatting, became silent for a moment. When Sherlock turned around in confusion, he found that the two of them remained motionless in the conversation posture like wax statues.
He tried to pat Watson's shoulder in confusion, but his arm went directly through him.
"..." Sherlock looked at his hands and then looked around the train.
Although it is not yet certain whether he has become illusory or whether the two new friends have become illusory, at least the train is still a reality.
If you continue to stay here, you may eventually be able to wait until the vision ends and return to normal, but if you want to open the door to the lounge and go out to take a look, you can only do it now.
As for danger, I have "superpowers" around me, right?
Sherlock waved twice more over the head of "Phantom Watson", turned around, walked to the door of the lounge, and stretched out his hand to pull it open.
Boer~
Apparently I just opened the car door, but the sound that came out was not the friction of steel and the turning of lotus leaves, but the sound of...well...as if bubbles rising from the bottom of the water finally burst on the surface of the water.
It's very unscientific, but magical enough.
Sherlock blinked and walked out of the lounge.
"[————!]"
As they crossed the boundary line between the lounge and the carriage corridor, a not huge, but noisy sound came from all directions. Sherlock frowned and listened for a moment before finally figuring out what it was - countless people talking at the same time. The sounds interfere with each other and make it impossible to hear anything clearly.
Because the sound was so noisy, no matter how hard Sherlock tried, he could only hear some fragmented words:
【■■■Council】【Moebius】【World of ■■】
【Darkness■■】【Symbiote's■】【■■'s Weave】
【Nine heads■】【Yemeng■■】【Void of ■■】
【■■Life】【■Lamp always on】【■■Utensils】
Boer~
The bubble sound appeared again, and the sound that originally made Sherlock dizzy disappeared immediately.
No, I only remembered less than one-tenth of the number. It seems that my thinking level and memory still need to improve.
Although there is no evidence, Sherlock is extremely sure that what he heard is very important, and he wonders if magic can reproduce them.
Sherlock shook his head and looked around.
What first caught his attention was the scenery outside the carriage corridor.
Unlike the King's Cross station that is still visible outside the window in the lounge, outside the carriage corridor is a vast starry sky. There are countless stars in the dark universe, which are "retreating" at different speeds according to distance, constantly appearing on the dark "canvas"
Elongated, forming "colorful light strips" of different colors.
Do you want to be so exaggerated? Is this just a train to pick up students? Is it necessary to make it look like a spaceship?
However, thanks to this situation, Sherlock no longer doubts the strength of Hogwarts - they actually plan to send a train from London to New York.
At present, it seems that leaving the lounge during travel is not a big problem. The most serious consequence is just receiving too much information at the same time and causing a headache for a while.
...but it cannot be ruled out that this slight influence is due to his "superpower" of "precognition".
Sherlock wandered in the corridor for a while, but failed to find anything new suspicious, so he stopped exploring and returned to his lounge.
——Marvel, 2013——
"Sherlock? Sherlock?"
Sherlock was pushed awake by Watson, and judging from his posture and position, he should have fallen asleep against the window.
He took a moment to confirm his status and memory, and found that there were no errors or omissions. Even the memory of the two "roommates" when they became illusory was very complete. The only thing missing was that he "returned to the lounge" and "sit down"
"Memory.
Unless someone knocked him out as soon as he entered the door, took him to his seat, and finally woke him up...
What kind of unnecessary behavior is this?
So, from the perspective of these two "roommates", his state should be... While sitting by the window looking at the scenery outside, he fell asleep out of boredom, and everything he experienced before was just a dream.
Although it made sense, it was very unreasonable. You must know that people cannot dream of things they do not understand, and he had never heard of those fragmented but seemingly meaningful words.
In addition, there is the weird starry sky outside the car window... huh?
Sherlock looked up out the window, but saw only darkness.
"Soon after the train started, those things called "sun visors" on the window fell down," Watson said very cooperatively: "It is indeed Mr. Stark's invention. It made no noise at all when it fell, so it didn't disturb you.
Awake."
Is it true? Hogwarts also knew that it was not good for people to look at the "starry sky", so it blocked it in advance. With the ability of the newly enrolled students, it was obviously impossible to open it... But who would think that he would be like this?
What about a freak?
In addition...Why on earth has Watson always admired Stark so much?
"I think we have not reached our destination now," Sherlock said.
"I just want to ask," Watson gestured behind him: "The dining car is here, do you want something to eat? Oh, my God, look at it, this is real high-tech!"
Sherlock looked at the door of the lounge and found that it was open, and the windows in the corridor were also closed by "sun visors". It seemed that the train was relatively safe when entering the normal running stage, and the door of the lounge was not open.
It will be locked.
But a food truck?
"[Hey, kids, do you want something to eat? Specially provided by the 'Seaside Restaurant'. The main focus is seafood today, but there is still a small amount of delicacies in stock. If you must eat fish and chips, we can still supply it if you can't help it,]"
An electronic synthesized sound with obvious electric current sounded: "[Dining car No. 513 is at your service wholeheartedly~]"
Sherlock looked down and found that it was a low table that looked like a coffee table. There were grooves for food on it. You could see the different contents inside. Unlike the expected convenience foods, they were all restaurants.
The normal dishes in the dish are just covered with a fresh-keeping cover, and only a little bit of fragrance comes out.
"This is prejudice. Am I going to ask you to serve 'Looking at the Stars'?" Watson expressed dissatisfaction.
"[Not nothing.]" the table replied, and then the grooves moved slightly and changed the combination, and a groove with a "fish head pie" appeared in Watson's position.
"Oh! I'm just saying... hmm? Wait? It looks good..." Watson shrugged his nose: "How to pay for it?"
"[Of course, this is a rare marine fish from the depths of the Atlantic Ocean, and it is not the same thing as those earthy fish raised in river ditches,]" the table was quite proud for some reason: "[You don't have to pay, on the train
Everything is free.】”
The free one is the most expensive, it must have gained something from it.
Sherlock noticed that this smart dining car seemed to have a built-in circulation assembly line that could "turn" out the food stored inside when needed.
Of course, it's also possible that it's just a cover-up, it's completely empty inside, and all the food is transported here using magic.
Watson obviously didn't care about this. After opening the plastic cover on the table, he took out the plate of "Looking Up at the Starry Sky". After a slight hesitation, he began to try cutting it with the attached knife and fork: "Sherlock, do you want to try it?"
"No, you can eat it yourself."
At least the smell is normal... Sherlock looked at the fish heads, but they were a bit weird in shape.
"Do you have everything? Then I want the best foie gras and red wine~" Eileen said.
"[Minors are not allowed to drink alcohol,]" the table said seriously: "[In addition, this dish is a 'luxury' and not a 'food', and it will not appear until the next time you get on the bus after making a request."
"What? Then give me steak and lemon, medium rare." Irene glanced at Watson and Sherlock and changed her words angrily.
Well...the family profile of Miss Irene Adler has also been completed.
A family with a long heritage has no magic left and has been excluded from the magic circle for countless years. However, because they have a lot of wealth in the world of normal people, they still maintain a noble life, or what they think is a noble life.
After discovering that Eileen had been admitted to Hogwarts, she had no doubt that it was for other reasons, and firmly believed that it was her magical blood that had reawakened, so she made a big deal out of it, maybe even sternly asking her not to
It must be embarrassing to the family or something.
Erin grew up in this environment, and unreasonable pride or arrogance has seeped into her bones. Even if she is not aware of it, she will show it inadvertently, and she will try her best to maintain this pride.
However, since she is willing to be in the same room with two "commoners" like him and Watson, the situation is not serious, as long as she doesn't meet someone with a bad personality who will try to trample her into the dirt after seeing this.
…
"Oh, let me see, who are these?"
A voice with a clear voice, a gentle tone, but a joking tone sounded from outside the door:
"A doctor's son, a farmer's daughter, and a 'magic apprentice'?"
It really happened... Sherlock raised his head and looked in the direction of the sound.
It was a white-haired boy with slightly sinister features. He was wearing a small brown riding suit, a monocle on his face, his hands were folded, and he held a delicate wand in his palm.
Magic wand?
"You have the same eye for people as Sherlock? Are you also a classmate who is going to Hogwarts?" Watson put down the half-eaten meal and looked up at the stars, and said to him in a familiar manner: "Come in, sit down, and let's chat together.
chat?"
"Oh, no need." The young man looked at Sherlock: "Sherlock? You shouldn't stay with these mortals. As people with 'supernormal power', we are destined to change the world, not
Living with ants."
Because he is too arrogant, there is no information about him at all. The only thing that can be deduced at present is that his parents are not ordinary people. No one would call their parents "ants".
"Sherlock Holmes, I think 'supernatural power' and 'polite' are not in conflict." Sherlock did not look at the two companions. Watson may still not care, but Irene must have been angry.
No matter how much he wanted to contact another magician, he could not leave them behind at this time.
"James Moriarty," the white-haired boy obviously saw this, and turned away after leaving this sentence: "See you at school."
