Operation Red Book

"That's why I hate you so much..."

The fingers on her shoulders tightened a little, and Ivy cried out softly in pain.

"Ouch! That hurts, Beatrice!"

"me……"

Drops of warm liquid slid down the bronze face and all fell on the back of Ivy's neck.

"Since when..."

Beatrice's voice was too hoarse, and it was clearly the answer she expected, but when she heard it with her own ears, she realized that all her previous preparations were in vain.

"From the time we finished planting the Aurora seeds in the cave and walked through the corridors of the academy covered in mud."

"It was close to the Charms exam, just as the sun was setting. It was a Thursday, and we were busy the whole afternoon."

Beatrice spoke softly, and she spoke very fluently, as if it happened just yesterday.

"But I don't remember anything going wrong between us..."

"It was hot and humid in the cave, and we were soaked to the skin, remember?"

"We wore big raincoats, our foreheads were covered with sweat-soaked hair, and our fingernails were filled with yellow mud."

"There was no time to clean up. Our faces were covered in dust, our boots were stepping on weeds, our hair was tangled in spider webs, and our bodies were covered in the stinking corpses of mosquitoes."

"When we came out of the cave, we laughed at each other. You said I was a slug, and I said you were a dachshund..."

"Just because of this, you were angry with me for so long?"

Hatred returned to Beatrice's eyes.

"No, I just think you are so radiant that you don't look like a dachshund at all..."

Bell lowered his eyes, and there was no light in them.

"But I am a slug."

"I think I understand what happened between you..."

Ivy sighed softly. She felt very sorry. It was just a small friction between girls, but it led the two of them into such a situation.

"Do you understand?" Holmes nudged Moriarty with his elbow.

"I understand." Moriarty did not look away.

"It is easy to understand, Mr. Holmes."

Victor spoke easily from behind. For some reason, Holmes always felt that Victor was vaguely excited.

"Belle is jealous because Beatrice has fallen in love with a dachshund."

“Shut your fxxking mouth…”

On the other side, Beatrice also secretly leaned close to Ivy's ear.

"What on earth does she want to tell me?"

"I think she's made it clear..."

Ivy glanced at Belle, who had his eyes drooping, then turned her head and leaned closer to Beatrice's fallen cheek.

"She's jealous of you..."

"Yes! I'm jealous of you! Beatrice de Poppa!"

Belle suddenly raised her voice and yelled at Beatrice, her clenched fists shaking at both sides.

"When we walked together, all those people complimented you! They greeted you with smiles, waved and said hello from a distance, and called you "Xiaobi" and "Sweetie" one by one!"

"But no one noticed me! Me! I was standing right next to you! Covered in mud and emitting a foul stench! Do you know how much pain I was in during this journey?"

"I...I just..."

Beatrice took a few steps back in fear. She was a little panicked, and Ivy could feel her body trembling.

"You are so good-looking, so beautiful, with a hot body, extraordinary skills, a good personality, and excellent grades..."

"No one dislikes you, Beatrice, no one..."

"Similarly, no one would like a person with ordinary looks and an average figure, who only knows how to report various parties to the dean and make various small reports to the principal. No one would like such a person..."

"I really don't like it. What a killjoy." Ivy complained in a low voice.

"I feel unbalanced, Beatrice. I am the best in every subject, and my potion science is even at the top of the entire district. I am smart, I work hard, I work day and night, and I am gifted..."

"I have so many awards to boast about, so many achievements to be praised, and in the end, I am still just an 'Irish lunatic' in the eyes of others..."

"Pfft, crazy Irishman!" Victor laughed at an inappropriate moment.

"Yes! Just keep laughing, Mr. Victor. This is the nightmare that has been haunting me for three whole years!"

Bell turned around and shouted, her face turned red and her expression was indescribably lonely.

"Oh, Bell..."

Beatrice suddenly grinned, and she muttered Bell's name incoherently, her heart almost jumping out of her chest.

"You don't know how happy I am..."

"You feel good to hear someone bragging about you, don't you?"

"No, I'm just happy. You're angry because of me, and you're sad because of me... You care about me, you pay attention to me, you have me in your heart!"

"I didn't, don't be so disgusting!"

"This is so much better than the answer I expected!"

Two more lines of hot tears flowed down Beatrice's cheeks, but this time, she raised her bright smile.

"Do you know how good you are? In my heart, you have always been a positive, enthusiastic and kind witch!"

"me?"

Bell pointed at herself, a response she had not expected.

"Bell, I have always been grateful to you and have always envied you. No matter how others view our relationship, you are still my best friend and the person I care about the most!"

"Of course, otherwise we wouldn't be chasing them across the entire Atlantic Ocean... woo woo..."

Beatrice covered Ivy's mouth in time.

"Bell, so, we..."

"So I had a crush on Professor Tucker at that time."

"I am sorry?"

Beatrice's smile froze on her face, and her expectant look was instantly gone.

"Professor Ryan Tucker, remember? He is an expert in potion making and also my teacher."

"do not remember."

"How come you don't remember? He is Moroccan, very personable, humorous, knowledgeable and eloquent!"

"I really don't remember."

"That's enough! Professor Tucker comforted me, encouraged me, and praised me when I was frustrated. He led me to participate in competitions organized by the Wizarding Association and helped me overcome difficulties time and time again..."

"He praised my talent and my hard work, and he said he loved my freckles. To him, I was the most special one!"

Bell said angrily, she was a little anxious, and her burgundy wool curls swayed back and forth as she shook her head.

"You believe this? There are thousands of men who have said this to me! Guess why they say it so fluently and skillfully!"

Beatrice said what Ivy wanted to say, but Ivy hesitated and just nodded silently.

But Bell didn't seem to be awake, and she raised her voice again.

This kind of tone is very common in American youth dramas, and of course, bloody plots are even more common.

"You mean Professor Tucker is an expert in love affairs? What about you? Beatrice! I caught you and him making out in a dark classroom!"

"Wow!"

Ivy's eyes had never been so wide before. She pointed at Beatrice: "Bad!"

"Oh, oh, oh! I know who it is! That old man with wrinkles all over his face and who looks like a pumpkin. You actually like this kind of stuff? You've never tasted good food!"

"Ew..."

Ivy showed a disgusted expression and pointed her other finger at Bell: "Worse!"

"No, no, but..."

The expression on Ivy's face became more and more exaggerated, as if she had swallowed a whole toad.

"You also said this kind of stuff...you can eat it too..."

"I welcome everyone who comes. This is the joy that humans are born with. Why should I avoid it?"

Beatrice pursed her lips, and her expression was much more interesting than Ivy's.

"Besides, you have to try it to know if a man is capable or not. Like that old fool she loves...tsk tsk tsk, just use it once and throw it away!"

"Shut up, you shameless mad woman!"

"Shut up! Bell Cruz, you...you actually..."

Beatrice's voice suddenly became sharp, her hair floated in the air like seaweed, and thick black mist spewed out of her eyes.

"You actually harbored hatred towards me because of a jerk man. I really want to rip your brain open to see whether it is filled with water or gas!"

"How good can you be? You broke into SCO for no apparent reason and caused trouble in London! I will feed you a whole bottle of swelling potion, tie you to the sail, and let you float all the way back to Columbia from the Pacific Ocean!"

“What has happened?” asked Holmes in confusion.

"A professor named Tucker didn't agree with them being together, and their love came to an end." Victor replied with tears.