【British and American】My miserable life studying abroad

Voldemort, who was discussing something, suddenly sneezed.

"Lord," Bella said worriedly, "are you feeling unwell? It must be that damn Elaine! You haven't looked well lately."

"I'm fine, Bella," Voldemort rubbed his temple, "It's just a sneeze, no big deal... Am I in a bad state recently?"

"You look pale," Bella replied.

At this time Voldemort still maintained his handsome and deceptive face. He asked Bella to leave and went to the bathroom. Looking at the face in the mirror, he raised the corner of his mouth in sarcasm.

This face did help him a lot, such as enabling him to successfully use his beauty to seduce others and win the Hufflepuff gold cup, and also the extremely stupid Elaine Theus who took the initiative to come and seek refuge with him.

A Mudblood Slytherin.

It was hard to imagine how such a person could have so much information. Call her stupid, she knew not to tell him everything, Legilimency couldn't get the information he wanted, and Elaine's magic was stronger than most wizards.

She is said to be smart, but she carelessly exposes all her cards.

Apart from her ambition, I really don't understand how she is like a Slytherin.

Every time she stared at his face in a daze. Just now she came to him in a panic to seek comfort. When I asked her what was wrong, she didn't say anything and just held the wand tightly.

I hope she doesn't do anything unnecessary.

On the other side, Professor McGonagall sent the three back to their original place, gave them their tickets, and restored the objects that had been shrunk to their original state. After she left, Sherlock jumped directly onto the sofa, "Great!"

"Magic, spells, potions!"

"There is also a brand new Voldemort, a new and unknown enemy."

"This is so interesting, finally something interesting!"

He jumped down and walked around the room twice, hugged Wei Sheng Ling tightly in his arms, and then jumped onto the sofa and jumped twice.

Wei Shengling understood everything. She didn't feel anything when he hugged her. It was just a hug, which was more acceptable than a kiss on the cheek. She looked at the sofa and finally sat on the cushioned chair.

Whoever wants to sit on this sofa can sit on it.

"The first benefit of becoming a wizard," Watson said, opening a book of household spells. Wei Shengling bought this book casually, thinking it would be useful. Isn't it useful now? He turned to a certain page and showed it to Wei Shengling.

Cleaned up.

"It's very convenient to clean the sofa this way."

The girl looked at Sherlock who was still running upstairs excitedly. Soon, the melodious sound of violin music came from upstairs.

"Is there Sherlock's violin here too?" She frowned, noticing something wrong. "Isn't this a 1:1 replica of 221B?"

"Maybe? But we need to find out our address first."

Watson immediately went to look for the admission letter on the table. When they went to buy the necessary items for freshmen, they only took the shopping list page on the admission letter. The official admission letter and the envelope were still left on the table.

He picked up an envelope and read, "To Mr. John Watson, Room on the far right, second floor, 999 Maple Street, Camden, London, England."

After reading it, he raised the envelope in his hand and said, "Now we have our address and room, right?"

"Quick response, John," Wei Shengling gave a thumbs up and thanked Hogwarts for the precise address when sending the letter!

Wei Shengling's room was on the left side of the second floor, with Sherlock's in the middle. She stepped onto the second floor with the acceptance letter and envelope, and what came into her eyes was an overly familiar scene, scattered books and files, bottles and jars on the bar on the other side, and she opened the refrigerator -

Everything is normal here, there is no fragmentation of people.

Sherlock finished playing the violin piece "Feather?"

"I'm here to give you a letter." She handed Sherlock the acceptance letter and envelope. Sherlock took it and played a new song while talking, "I know where my room is. The traces are too obvious. It's the same as in 221B."

"Because the person before me is the world's only consulting detective," with superb observation skills, quick reactions, and sharp intuition.

The syllables from Sherlock's violin bow had obviously changed their tune. Even Wei Shengling, who had never heard of this piece of music, noticed something was wrong. She held her cheek and said, "Shouldn't you be used to being praised?"

Sherlock said nothing, just changed the song.

Hmm... Could it be that you are the type of person who can't help but feel happy every time you hear compliments?

Quite cute.

Watson never went upstairs. Weisheng Ling closed his eyes and leaned back on the sofa on the second floor. This place had not been trampled on yet, so it was safe to sit on.

The music became soothing and she fell into a deep sleep unconsciously. When she woke up, it was already dark and she was covered with a thin blanket.

Wei Sheng Ling’s first thought was that he had to find a way to figure out what day it was today, otherwise he wouldn’t know when the train to Hogwarts would leave.

"August 27th, now it's 6:14 pm," Sherlock's voice sounded. Wei Shengling tilted his head. Under the dim light, the young version of Sherlock was reading a newspaper, a moving character, a newspaper of the wizarding world.

"With such dim lighting, aren't you afraid of myopia?"

She asked.

Sherlock paused for a moment, then stood up and turned on the light on the second floor. Wei Shengling was well prepared and had already covered his head with a blanket. After the light was turned on, he slowly got used to the brightness.

When he sat up, Wei Sheng Ling saw the wall clock. It was quite inconvenient as he had to buy a pocket watch before going to Hogwarts.

It's not necessarily for telling time, but mainly for the sense of elegance that seems to come with taking out a pocket watch.

"Where's John?"

"I'm glad you remember me." Watson came up. "I went to the bank to exchange some pounds this afternoon." He put the money on the table. "We should all keep some just in case."

"You haven't made dinner yet?"

"No."

"That's just right."

Eat the food in the space, she had no hope for British food in 1971.

"It's August 8th now. By the time Severus finishes his business, Hogwarts will start." She took a bite of the fried meat. "It looks like we'll have to give the surprise on the train."

"This is probably a shock to Severus." Watson couldn't help laughing. "Sorry, I don't want to laugh, but I can kind of imagine Severus's expression at that time-"

"He will be surprised. He will probably think it will be difficult for us to meet again," Sherlock said. "By then, Severus should not be angry anymore."

Watson understood immediately.

After the meal, everyone started planning what to bring to Hogwarts, which spells to learn first, and how to practice quickly and correctly...

It was completely dark outside.

Wei Shengling quietly enjoyed the peace of this moment, and the back of her hand that was placed on the sofa suddenly felt a layer of warmth.

She looked down and saw another hand on the back of her hand.

I seem to be used to it.

She thought, and turned her wrist and held it back.

It was different from the last time we were by the water.

Those hands are no longer cold.