【British and American】My miserable life studying abroad

"Okay, then we need a spacious place," Wei Shengling pondered for a while, and then, as if a light bulb had lit up above her head, she had a good idea, "Room of Requests!"

The professor in black followed him to the Room of Requirement in confusion. When Snape asked him to bring collection tools and things to store potion ingredients, he just thought that there were some rare potion ingredients in Lestrange's vault.

Unexpectedly, the girl muttered something incomprehensible and thrust her upper body into the portal. With the sound of metal cracking, she pulled out a dragon.

A! Dragon!!!

Still the most vicious kind of Ukrainian iron belly, even if this dragon is not in good condition at the moment...

and many more.

"Is it my illusion? Maybe I accidentally took the confusing potion or the things in Lestrange's vault are protected by a spell, and I got tricked when I took something. I actually felt that this dragon looked familiar, similar to the guardian dragon of Gringotts' underground vault..."

Listening to the black-clad professor's unconscious mumbling, Snape showed a mocking expression, "Wake up, don't fool yourself, this is the dragon in Gringotts."

The professor in black looked at the tools in his hands and turned away.

"Professor Snape, what are you doing?" Watson was alert. He couldn't be going to report them, right?

"Change the tools. This set can't cut through dragon skin." There was a hint of excitement in the black-clothed professor's voice.

Dragon, fresh dragon!

Fuyao grew bigger and easily suppressed the dragon. She swung her tail and hit the dragon regularly, as if she was following some melody.

Wei Shengling released "The Most Dazzling National Style".

A versatile rhythm song, just right.

I don't know which song's melody was used for the previous song "Fuyao", but this one is very suitable.

After the song ended, Sherlock rubbed his temples and Watson covered his face.

"It's over. This song has magical power. It keeps echoing in my head... I don't understand it at all."

Sherlock deleted the melody with one click.

The Ukrainian Iron Belly, who had been beaten all the time, was disheartened. The black professor finally came back and shared the dragon with Snape and Sherlock.

Who would complain about having too many precious and useful materials?

The Fiendfyre burned the Hufflepuff's gold cup, and Snape cast a silent spell, and they watched the black smoke perform a pantomime.

"Next, Albania."

It was quite far away, so she found a picture of Albania and opened a portal to there.

"Bye, Professor Snape," Wei Shengling waved his hand in a lucky cat-like manner, "If nothing unexpected happens, we'll leave right after we resolve this matter."

"I also hope that you in this world can break free from the shackles that restrict you and live a good life like our Severus."

"It's nice to meet you."

Sherlock waved casually, Watson smiled and said goodbye, Snape nodded and threw a notebook to him.

Notes from the Half-Blood Prince to the Half-Blood Prince.

The professor in black gave them a deep look.

In fact, the personality of his other self is a bit like the personality he had when he was young and gave himself the code name "Half-Blood Prince". Back then, he was not bound by those rules and regulations.

It was indeed a good encounter.

The portal disappeared, and the professor in black returned to his serious look. He turned around, and his black cloak rose up as he turned, looking very imposing.

A little happy and a little disappointed.

Find a way to deduct some points from Potter and those Gryffindor brats to calm down.

I'm in a good mood, so I'll deduct one point for each person I catch.

The forest of Albania, this is the place pointed by the guiding spirit.

"Thanks to Suki's comprehensive abilities." Watson sighed, "Otherwise, when would we find a time to go?"

"Let's finish it early," Sherlock said. He glanced at Wei Shengling. He needed a space to think by himself without being disturbed by others.

"No problem, leave it to me," Wei Sheng Ling made an OK gesture, quickly found the Voldemort version of Nagini who was eating a mouse, KOed her with one blow, and then followed up with Snape's Fiendfyre.

When Voldemort was confirmed to be completely dead, the air around Wei Shengling and the other three began to fluctuate. The girl retracted Fuyao, and in the blink of an eye, they returned to Lynn Manor.

"Suki!" Claire was excited. "Are you okay?"

"It's okay, sorry to have made you worry," Wei Sheng Ling smiled, "Well... it was a good journey."

Just as Claire was about to speak, she received call after call. She looked at Wei Shengling apologetically, and the latter shook his head to show that he didn't care.

She heard vague words, something about cooperation, shares...

The compensation Claire received wouldn't just be various ways of making money, right?

Snape, Sherlock, Watson and Wei Shengling returned to their respective positions. The girl's portal was not opened in the office, but instead by the water.

Everyone has become accustomed to the sudden appearance of people or various teleportation arrays and portals. They just take a look and then continue doing their own things.

It's already a bit cold here in early autumn. Wei Shengling sat on the steps by the water, propped up his chin, and stared at the vast water. There were many people sitting here playing, looking at their phones, eating, and daydreaming.

Staring at the water in a daze seems to be some kind of mysterious ritual of the Chinese. Her friend in Guangxi said that there are always many people staring in a daze in Liujiang River as well.

Even if you can't feel the wind, there are always ripples on the water surface. Every inch of the water is not calm. The sunlight reflects on the water, refracting sparkling waves.

Watching it for a long time will make you feel calm.

Staring at the water, I felt like I had no idea whether it was the water flowing or the land being pushed and drifting by the water.

Not right.

Wei Sheng Ling thought so.

In the previous world, Sherlock was too silent.

Every time she looked at him, she could meet those thoughtful eyes, as if she was some unsolved mystery.

She wasn't very good at interpreting other people's eyes, but this time, she seemed to see a hint of heat and confusion in them.

Sherlock, what do you want to find out from her?

221B, Sherlock was lying on the sofa, his hands clasped under his chin, his eyes closed.

He ran through the memory palace in his mind, aimlessly finding one of the rooms.

“This is it,” he said.

All memories about the individual "Weisheng Ling".

The profile in the report after the New York battle, the figure that flashed by on TV, the girl who was restrained and restrained herself during the formal contact, became more and more relaxed and unscrupulous in the end.

I do what I want, go crazy at times, be selectively insensitive, and have a flexible bottom line.

Ignore those who don't care, sometimes be ruthless, gentle but unapproachable.

Was her initial trust because they were familiar film and television characters?

There were no eyes for them at that time, until he said, "You can call me Sherlock."

She then looked at them formally.

Do you have to be accepted by others before you start accepting others?

Thoughts are mixed.