[Comprehensive] The correct strategy of Xueba

In fact, the affairs between Tom's parents are not only not considered a gifted man or a beautiful woman, but even the most ordinary couple.Because from the beginning to the end, Merope had an unrequited love for old Tom Riddle, and used some indecent means to get pregnant.In view of the unfavorable growth environment since childhood, Merope has no ability to earn a living.After old Tom left, she barely lasted until the baby was born.

"It's not a good story, is it?" Wei Yang said, watching Tom's face carefully, feeling that the other party might smash something at any time.

Tom stared at him, as if staring into some void, with no expression on his face.In fact, he already knew who his parents were and where they lived, but he didn't know what happened between them, so he could only grow up in an orphanage.If what Wei Yang said is true, then everything has an explanation... He suddenly fell into the armchair.

"...Are you okay?" Wei Yang was a little worried.The truth he told won't promote Tom's blackening, right?

Tom looked up at him with dark eyes. "You already knew it, didn't you? And you know more than that?" If Wei Yang can hide such a big thing without any flaws until now, then it might not be difficult to pretend not to see through his little trick.Speaking of which, it was a joke that he tried to win over Sherlock through Wei Yang at the beginning!

"I...you..." Wei Yang was a little speechless.Can he say that I also know that you will become a murderous Dark Lord in the future?That must not be possible!So he finally found an excuse: "I just hope there is a relatively good time to tell you, such as when we are all calm and there is no one else around."

Tom still stared at him, but his expression softened imperceptibly.What Wei Yang said is right, he doesn't want to tell anyone else about this family background, no matter who it is. "So you didn't tell the others, did you?" he reconfirmed.

"Not one." Wei Yang could only assure.

Tom looked Wei Yang up and down again, really relaxed.The ghost is sometimes off-line, but sometimes very reliable.Now that he has known about this matter and is prepared, it will be impossible for Wei Yang to use this to cause any disturbances—telling the news first is equivalent to showing that there is no malice and giving up the initiative, which is undoubtedly a sign A good way, or a show of weakness.

He leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms across his chest. "Then, while there's no one here," he raised his chin, "tell me, what does she want me to do? Don't tell me, that's all."

It's really an unusual childish temper, Wei Yang complained.But at the same time he had to admit that Tom was extremely clever.There were indeed some other things behind his plan, such as "Mom loves you", "Don't seek revenge on your father", or "You have to live well", but at this time, he felt that none of them were suitable.Tom was used to making up his own mind, and any obvious attempt to influence his decision probably wouldn't have the desired outcome.Because he was really at a loss for words, he could only shake his head.

Tom raised an eyebrow. "It's gone?" He wasn't surprised even if it was followed by a threat, but... really gone?

Wei Yang shook his head and nodded again. "I think she probably just wanted to give you an explanation."

Tom's face became indescribable.For a moment, he seemed to want to say "everything happened, what's the use of explaining"; for another moment, it was like "if I really wanted to explain, I shouldn't have been born and died in the first place".But he didn't say a word, just pursed his thin lips tightly.

Regardless of the change in his face, Wei Yang knew that Tom must be unhappy.It looks like he should go, and the atmosphere will only get worse if it continues. "Looks like it's time to say good night," he said quickly, as he began to move toward the ceiling, "but allow me to remind you again that it's easy to get stomach problems all the time holding your breath. See you tomorrow, Tom!"

The topic changed so quickly that Tom didn't recover for a moment, and he was speechless when he understood.Wei Yang has been a Muggle for too long, right?Why is it that wizards get stomach problems so easily?

After the winter vacation, the students returned to Hogwarts one after another, and Dumbledore finally came back.It was obvious that the battlefield was very difficult. Although he seemed to be in good spirits, a few wisps of fatigue could not be concealed hanging from the corners of his brows and eyes.Other professors at Hogwarts were also concerned about the situation, and the opening banquet ended faster than usual.

But Wei Yang is not worried about this, he firmly believes that such a little ghost like him has not yet achieved the butterfly effect that can change the outcome of World War II.So he cared more about the returning Sherlock, especially when the latter announced that he had prepared a big Christmas present for him.

"Seriously, Sherlock, Christmas present?" Wei Yang followed Sherlock in shock. "Are you kidding me? I remember you were never interested in this before?"

Sherlock was going up the stairs and didn't turn his head when he heard the words. "You also said 'before'."

Wei Yang silently shut his mouth.I don't know if he is too sensitive, but any word that reminds him of those 50 years, his usual ability to make jokes is gone.

I'm so guilty, what's the matter with the feeling of a guilty conscience?

Illusion, this must be an illusion!Sherlock is married to work!

Just as Wei Yang was struggling in his heart, Sherlock had brought him to the corridor on the eighth floor, facing a blank wall.Wei Yang came back to his senses and wondered, "Isn't it just a gift? Why use the Room of Requirement?"

"It's the first time I do this kind of thing, of course I want a little mystery." Sherlock replied.He walked back and forth in the corridor three times, and then a door slowly appeared on the wall, which looked very much like the standard of some kind of country house.

Wei Yang almost wanted to ask why it wasn't the door of 221B, but he controlled himself this time and just followed in silently.

It also looks like a country house inside.The walls are painted a very soft light wood color that complements the wooden roof.The window frame was also made of wood, and the sunlight came in through the green trees. He could see the messy pile of books and some things he had never seen in the living room—a pair of gold-rimmed pince-nez was placed sideways on the newspaper, with A few lion's manes were strewn about; a jar of honey was half-opened, with the stub of a wooden spoon peeking out from the top;The fireplace is probably the most familiar, because there is Sherlock's Mr. Skull on it.However, unlike 221B, this fireplace can indeed be used in winter.

It looks like the residence after Sherlock, and there are many more things, Wei Yang thought to himself.Making the Room of Requirement look like this obviously requires a precise, infallible memory.It is also obvious that Sherlock does have such abilities.

"A bachelor's house is always a bit of a mess," Sherlock turned to look at him, "but I guess you don't mind that?"

"Not at all, it looks great." Wei Yang praised sincerely, his eyes still rolling around. "I mean...well, it's very, very Sherlock." He began to flutter around the room. "If you said it was a big surprise, I have to admit, it was."

Sherlock didn't refute his conclusion. "This is where I will live after I retire. I think you probably guessed it?"

"Retire?" This time Wei Yang gave him a surprised look. "I can't imagine the day when you will retire!" He sighed, and the next moment he noticed a small garden outside the window, with a few bees flying in it. "But I have to say, your retirement looks very comfortable."

"Do you like it?" Sherlock stared at him.

"Didn't I express 'I like it very much' from the moment I entered the door?" Wei Yang waved his hand exaggeratedly. "But can I ask, why do you have to put the gem in the crack of the sofa?"

"Because I left it there once and don't remember it at all. Then Mycroft sat on it and found it—" Sherlock laughed narrowly. "You should see, he said 'You can't Such a distraught look on the queen's jewels."

Although it was very unkind, Wei Yang couldn't help laughing out loud. "So you've been 'forgetting'?"

Sherlock blinked in the affirmative and took a few steps closer to him. "It's great that you like it here." He said, with the corners of his mouth raised, "but it's not that surprise." He suddenly took out his hand that had been in his pocket all the time, and pushed it towards Wei Yang while maintaining a fisted posture.

"What else..." Before Wei Yang finished his sentence, he felt that he was being pressed by a powerful and invisible force, passing through the back of the sofa.This speed made him dizzy for a moment, and when he opened his eyes again, what came into view was a magnified face and the solid wooden beams on top. "Sherlock!" he yelled unjustly, "Even if you really want to hit me, you should change the time!" He wanted to get up from the ground, but then he felt something was wrong——

Wait, what did his hand touch?Soft and shaggy...carpet?Speaking of which, it seems that the lower part of the body also feels the same touch?And what about the ethereal feeling of ghosts?Why does he feel that the inertia has increased several times in an instant?

Wei Yang slowly raised his hand in front of his eyes, almost screaming.Who can explain, why, what, what, he, saw, saw, had, one, only, positive, normal, human, of, hand?What about the ghost? "Why do I look so familiar with this hand?" He asked almost dully.

"Of course it looks familiar, this body is made according to my memory." Sherlock walked around the sofa and knelt down to check his pupils.

Turns out his soul is now stuffed into a body?Wei Yang suddenly remembered his pornographic incident.Seriously, while I know you have a photographic memory, is it really appropriate for such insignificant details to be stuffed in your mental palace for 50 years?

"How do you feel?" Sherlock didn't notice this, and only pressed his face and shoulders, speaking hurriedly. "I heard that if the posture is not correct, there may be a possibility of consciousness shifting. Oh, but judging by your reaction, it seems to be all right?"

"...Consciousness shifted?" Wei Yang finally came back to his senses. "What the hell did you do?" Don't tell him that Sherlock is conducting an experiment that can materialize ghosts, and he is the sad experimenter!In fact, he really didn't want to admit it, the possibility of this conjecture was quite high.

"It's the same as what you saw." Sherlock seemed to be finally sure that there was no major accident, and his expression was obviously relieved. "Although each effect can only last about one hour, that's enough."

"What is enough?" Wei Yang was about to get irritable.What had Sherlock been doing without telling him? "You've worked so hard to get revenge for what I said before, right?" He suddenly thought of this, and was instantly terrified.Now is not the time to ask Sherlock how he did it!Because speaking of it this way, one hour is indeed enough to be beaten into a pig's head... If he had known that he would be here, he would not be owed it!Whoever comes here at this time, help!

But obviously, both Merlin and God are very busy at this time, and cannot hear his voice.Because Sherlock smiled at him, which was weird at close range. "If you don't tell me, I will forget, you..."

Wei Yang stood up and struggled.As a result, he didn't have a real body for too long, and he hit Sherlock's forehead with too much force.Before he fainted, he thought angrily: Do smart people have particularly hard heads? !