【British and American】My miserable life studying abroad

At the Halloween party, while others were excitedly preparing to enjoy dinner, they were eating hot pot here.

"We seem to have eaten too much." Watson touched his stomach and sat on the sofa. "Should we save some room for the Halloween dinner?"

"There's still more than an hour left," Snape said, "and there's still some time before the dinner, which is enough time for you to digest some of it and eat something then."

"At the banquet, they said it was more sumptuous than usual." Wei Shengling sat on the sofa and leaned on the armrest. "But I think it might be greasier than usual..."

I can’t get used to it. I really can’t get used to it.

"Boring." Sherlock also sat on the single sofa, his body stretched straight, his arms resting on the armrests on both sides and hanging naturally. His upper body was still barely within the range of the sofa, leaning on his arms, while his lower body had been stretched out beyond the range of the sofa. The whole person was a slanted but straight half-lying on the sofa.

Like a cat, almost shed off the sofa.

"If my gun still had bullets now, then I would be nice to everyone." Sherlock raised his left hand casually. He loved shooting bullets at the wall when he had nothing to do. After coming here, he shot in the Room of Requirement and in the Forbidden Forest. Now he doesn't have any bullets left.

"Harry Potter's Halloween party had trolls and I had nothing."

He said dissatisfiedly, "Ling——"

"I'm here." Wei Shengling yawned. She wanted to sleep after eating. She lay on the armrest of the sofa and felt a little sleepy.

"Can't we just go to Voldemort right now and give him an Avatar?"

"No," Snape replied expressionlessly, "because we don't even know where Voldemort is right now."

"This is a very critical question. It's related to whether we can get to Voldemort directly." Watson's expression was serious. He couldn't hold back his laughter as soon as he finished speaking. His expression fell. "Hahahahahaha, when did I learn nonsense literature?"

"You've learned from what you've seen and heard." Wei Sheng Ling, who was a little sleepy, now had dull senses. Sherlock turned his head and said, "Ling, I don't want to disturb your long sleep, but you can't sleep now. It's not good for your health."

Wei Shengling tried to open his eyelids with great effort, but they were stuck together as if glue and would not obey him.

"The episode with the strongest willpower," she complained about herself.

Sherlock helplessly supported himself on the armrests of the sofa with his hands, and stood up with his legs bent. He walked over and pulled Wei Shengling up. Because of Sherlock's strength, the girl threw herself into his arms. After this, all her sleepiness disappeared in an instant.

"Excuse me, if you are ready, you can leave the secret room now, or Su Ji can send us back first, and you two can do whatever you want here."

Wei Shengling supported Sherlock's shoulders and stood firm. "You said it as if Sherlock and I have some unspeakable secret..."

"Is not it?"

"Of course not, don't you know that we are in love?"

"..."

I was speechless.

Wei Shengling wiped his face and woke up completely. "I think we need to take a shower and change clothes... We smell like hot pot now."

It smells really appetizing.

"The hot pot smell is too strong, let's have barbecue or grilled meat later."

"Good idea, I agree with the barbecue." Watson raised his hand in agreement, thinking back to the time when he was being chased by Hydra in France but could still leisurely grill skewers, and realized that more than two years had passed.

The memory is as clear as if it were yesterday.

"I have a lot of food. We can eat it all to make up for Severus not being able to travel to China with us during the summer vacation." Wei Shengling was very interested, but Snape was unmoved. "Thank you, but it's not necessary."

"Including three parts of lemonade?" Sherlock asked.

"I don't have any three-point sugar in my space." Sherlock stamped it as not tasty, so she didn't stock up.

"Whatever," he said. "Are there any lemons?"

"Have."

"Add some sugar to the water. Severus can eat the lemon raw and take a sip of the lemon and a sip of the sugar water."

Wei Sheng Ling stood up in awe.

Could it be that you pushed Satan to the second place overnight?

"I'm still here," Snape watched them talking as if no one was around, and rolled his eyes again. "It's true that the wizarding world I live in is not in the 21st century... but that doesn't mean I live in the Middle Ages. If you want to trick me into eating a lemon, you can give up the idea."

"That's not the case," Watson added. "They did it on purpose."

Snapmer.

It seemed that after being together for so long, he still wasn't completely used to how much of an asshole they were.

Wei Shengling covered her mouth and laughed secretly, but Sherlock looked calm and didn't think there was anything wrong.

"Okay, let's go back and change our clothes."

The portal leads directly to a secret passage, which has a fork at one place, leading to two towers, the basement and the first floor respectively.

After washing up, changing clothes, and using the Word Spirit to dry my hair, the whole process took nearly an hour. I stayed in the dormitory for a while before setting off for the auditorium.

After a while, Wei Sheng Ling looked at the time again. It was time to go to the auditorium.

Walking to the Hufflepuff common room, some badgers were looking at her and laughing. These smiles were not malicious. One girl winked at her and said, "Go out quickly. Your boyfriend is waiting for you outside."

Boy friend?

Sherlock?

When I walked out of the common room, as expected, Sherlock was already standing outside, leaning against the wall.

"Good evening, Ling," he said.

"I think we really should have another way to contact each other," Wei Shengling said, "If we only rely on my mind connection, then I will be the only one looking for you and you won't be able to contact me."

"The flower is not with me, so it's a bit difficult." Sherlock said.

"Well... I'll use the Word Spirit to make some communication tools." Wei Shengling thought for a while, "Who sent the brocade letter from the clouds? When the wild geese return, the moon is full in the west building."

A white handkerchief as soft as silk appeared, and then with a flash of white light, it turned into several notebooks.

"You can communicate by writing, or you can write with your mind." Wei Shengling tried it and said, "Not bad. Although I don't use it very often, I have to have it."

You can also pass notes around in class.

Sherlock took one of the books, pulled a pen out of his pocket, and signed it in claw-hand style on the page.

Sherlock Holmes.

Then he put the notebook in his pocket and extended a hand as an invitation, "Miss Weisheng, can I invite you to the Halloween dinner tonight?"

"Certainly, Mr. Holmes."

Wei Sheng Ling put his hand on Sherlock's and couldn't help laughing again, "Let's go, don't keep Severus and John waiting for too long."