[Comprehensive] The correct strategy of Xueba

Although the process of obtaining a body for the first time was not pleasant enough, the two still reached a tacit agreement, that is, to go to the Room of Response when they want to talk about topics that are not suitable for everyone.

Topics ranged from the wizarding radio anchorwoman's extramarital affairs ("remarkably out of place when reporting how many German dark wizards the Russians have captured") to how exactly an Aussie opaline fell into the sea ("Murdered in the middle of nowhere, no doubt, They’ll find a fully skinned dragon”) and the students come up with new tricks (“Can’t the Slytherins come up with a challenging story?”).

Sitting on the sofa, Wei Yang watched the shorthand quill faithfully record the story on the parchment, and at the same time faithfully recorded Sherlock's impatient complaints.This pen is an automatic and reliable blogger, but the records are not published anywhere publicly.Because this content is obviously not suitable for publication in the "Daily Prophet", and other tabloids, Sherlock, don't like it.

But what Sherlock cares about is not this, but boredom.The little things in the magic world couldn't satisfy him, and he couldn't vent his energy, wandering around the room.

It must be mentioned that his appearance now is the same as when Wei Yanggang met him, a tall, thin man in his twenties.Because he suffered from Wei Yang's "poisonous hands" last time, he specially prepared an aging agent in the room, drank a little as soon as he entered the door, and drank the anti-aging agent when he left.

Wei Yang was a little dizzy from being surrounded by him. "Okay, Sherlock, I think you should be lucky. For new things like the Detective Agency, wizards have adapted well—at least better than I imagined."

"It's hard for me to imagine that there are still people living in the Middle Ages in this era!" Sherlock complained impatiently, and then threw himself onto the couch. "Life is so boring that there are no challenges!" Following his movements, the sofa made a long, moan-like creak.

Wei Yang's teeth felt a little gritty.He wanted to remind Sherlock that this world is dominated by magic rather than reasoning, and there really aren't many high-IQ crimes to watch.But at the same time he realized that if he said it, he would appear prophetic again.No need, he thought, Sherlock would find out for himself. "Challenge? I think Mycroft should have quite a few, such as dark wizards or something." He said objectively.

"I'm not interested in war," Sherlock muttered.He turned over on the sofa, with half of his face sunk in the sofa, looking at Wei Yang with only one eye. "And you have to know that my brother doesn't even play himself." The implication is that Mycroft wants to push the work that he doesn't do?No way!

"You can't let me remind you like the professors, there will be a junior wizard level exam this semester, right?" Wei Yang said that he really couldn't think of anything.

Sure enough, Sherlock snorted loudly. "Reminder?" He pouted, "It's like I'm really worried about the exam!"

Wei Yang silently put a blood-red cross on the word "xueba" in his heart.And he firmly believes that at least 90.00% of people will have the same reaction as him when they hear this kind of unflattering words. "Isn't it? You don't want to go to the Chamber of Secrets, do you? I guess if you know the Deathly Hallows, you should know what's inside?"

"I'm not interested in basilisks either." Sherlock vetoed again. "But if you want to lock that opening, I think it's a good idea."

"Cut off the snake engraved on the faucet, and Tom will never find it." Wei Yang gave a more feasible method.In fact, he had already thought so, but since the main task of the secret room would be very worrying if he did this, he was still considering it.

Sherlock obviously felt it was taking the fun out of it. "Although this is indeed safe for the time being, but..." He didn't finish the rest of the sentence, but just shrugged slightly: "Well, you have the final say on this matter."

Wei Yang was slightly surprised.He thought that Sherlock would not give up easily if he questioned him several times.So now that Sherlock is saying this, is he trying to numb his spirit and observe his revealing feet, or is he taking himself too seriously, in fact, Sherlock is just asking casually, and after finding out the truth of the matter, he will be even less interested?

"Then there's really only one thing left—the Dark Lord of Germany." The most troublesome ones have gone to war, so what else can we pay attention to?

Sherlock frowned again. "Speaking of which, it seems like a whole bunch of people are counting on Dumbledore to deal with him himself. But I have to say, I've heard some very interesting stuff. I thought they were just close friends, but it's clearly more than that."

Wei Yang stared at him, considering the possibility that Sherlock had visited Little Hangleton and Godric's Hollow (Dumbledore's former home) during the winter break.Then he felt that as long as he was willing to find information and apply some reasoning that Sherlock was best at, it was really not difficult to do.

"Don't act like you're thinking, I know you do," Sherlock said. "Talent and appreciation, spark and love, trust and betrayal are always good themes."

Dumbledore knew Grindelwald when he was young.They were equally smart, equally talented, and equally ambitious.With no one else reaching their heights, the two young men love each other and plan to conquer the world together.But Dumbledore is the eldest son in the family and must assume the responsibility of taking care of his younger siblings after his parents die.Finally one day, the conflict between the Dumbledore brothers broke out, and Grindelwald also joined the battle.

But the end result of the accident was that Dumbledore's sister, Ariana, died.Whoever cast that deadly spell, Dumbledore changed his mind, and Grindelwald continued on the path they had set before.

Wei Yang didn't speak for a while.On the one hand, he wanted to say that Irene's previous behavior was more in line with Sherlock's definition; on the other hand, he vaguely felt that he also seemed to be shot under this description.Of course, he is not arrogant to think that the relationship between them is that deep, and he cannot be regarded as malicious, but there is no doubt that deception exists.

"They..." he said dryly, "it's not a game." If Grindelwald was really just using it, he wouldn't have refused to answer Voldemort when he asked him about his elder wand—he knew Knowing that the wand was in Dumbledore's tomb.

Sherlock raised his eyebrows high.He knew that Wei Yang sometimes knew something beyond the scope, and he didn't doubt what Wei Yang said just now, but...what's the matter with this weird tone that turned suddenly?

But Wei Yang didn't give him a chance to ask questions. "Okay, it's late enough today, and you should go back to the Ravenclaw tower. If you're not careful, you might be seen by Headmaster Dippet—if he catches you on a night tour, you'll have to Bad luck!" The principal's office is on the eighth floor with the Room of Requirement, and Professor Dippet has always punished violations of school rules severely.

Sherlock gave him a suspicious look.But Wei Yang said this every day, he didn't hear any flaws, and went back angrily.

After he left, Wei Yang continued to sit in the Room of Requirement for a while, thinking about the source of his bad mood just now.

In the last level, he didn't feel this way.Because he felt that the whole thing was a game at that time, he would not deliberately look down on the characters in the game, and of course he could not be as reassuring as the people he knew in real life.The target of the game is favorability, but he personally thinks that what he brushes is trust—online dating is a stupid thing, can it be possible to find true love across dimensions?Think too much.

But that changes 50 years after Sherlock tells him.There was no way Sherlock could have deceived him about such a thing, so much so that he began to doubt the authenticity of the game and, by the way, the possibility of the characters.

If it wasn't a game, if it was all real, how was he going to explain to Sherlock that it wasn't real when they first met?

Wei Yang's eyes fell on the fireplace burning with raging flames.

He remembered being baked drowsy in the same heat one Christmas Eve in Mycroft's flat, and avoiding, incidentally, his opinion of the plane full of dead people.At that time Sherlock made all kinds of sarcasm about the fireplace, and resented that he was so comfortable that he was almost asleep.But many years later, Sherlock's retirement home is obviously much more comfortable and livable, and even has a real fireplace...

Sherlock once claimed that the brain is like a hard drive with a limited capacity; if you want to put something in it, you must first format other things.And can those photos of him be considered important?So that Sherlock was able to create an identical body after so long?

is he worth it

The flames were so bright that the eyes were inevitably sore after staring at them for a long time.Wei Yang raised his hand to rub it, but found that his body had expired, and he turned back into a ghost again.

I'm sorry, Sherlock.Wei Yang looked at his body, which looked like he was asleep, and said in his heart.

Things didn't change much over the next three months.Sherlock's detective agency is better than running without land, and Wei Yang has no achievements worth mentioning-Tom's favorability is as motionless as if poured with cement, and Dumbledore is purely too busy to touch the ground. Can't take care of him.Basically, other than trying to maintain the necessary distance, Wei Yang feels that he has accomplished nothing.

It's so strange that the progress is still so miserable even though it has already picked a place with two targets.Should he really leave the UK and go to the No. [-] target, the current Dark Lord, whom he hasn't met yet?But in his current state, even if he dared to call himself Dumbledore's new love, Grindelwald wouldn't take him seriously, would he?

Wei Yang was very depressed.In early summer, the sun was shining on the top of the Astronomy Tower and the breeze was blowing, but he felt chilly.

There was a creak behind it, and it was the sound of someone pushing open the trapdoor on the roof. "Why are you here again?" Someone asked him, "I thought you liked the eighth floor better."

Wei Yangguang could tell it was Tom just by listening.Ever since he made all kinds of nonsense and told his life experience, Tom was quite rude when he spoke to him, showing his true nature as a devil. "You are not the same yourself, are you qualified to say me?" He disdainfully.

At present, only two students know how to use the Response Room, and if someone has already entered this place, the people behind cannot enter because they don't know what the people in front want the room to become.This of course leads to accidental crashes, especially since Tom is also fond of night tours.As for the Astronomy Tower, it's even simpler - this tower is the tallest building in the school, and it seems to be a bit of a dominion over the world.

"I haven't heard of a ghost that likes to bask in the sun. You are so strange." Tom walked up to him and commented unceremoniously.To be honest, it is not easy to achieve his level of precision, because the ghost is almost invisible in the sun, and only when it moves can you see the shimmering light in the air.

Wei Yang pouted.Anyway, he was said to be a strange ghost from the beginning, and this evaluation is not bad. "Then I heard that poisonous snakes have the strength to bite people after being exposed to the sun, is it the same for you?"

Tom gave him a good student's smile. "What did you say? I don't quite understand."

Come on, great actor!Wei Yang rolled his eyes, regardless of whether the other party could see it or not. "You talked a lot today. It looks like you're in a good mood?"

"Certainly not bad," Tom admitted seldom.He rolled his eyes, trying to hide the curiosity in his tone: "But I don't think you're in a good mood recently. What happened? Has something to do with Sherlock?"

"Why do you think that? Shouldn't you be more concerned about other things?" Wei Yang pierced him mercilessly, "For example, the secret room left by Slytherin or something?"

"Why else do you think I'm in a good mood?" said Tom.The secret room is a big discovery, but he can't show it off at will, Wei Yang is already the best object.

Wei Yang stared at him. "Oh." Then continue to bask in the sun.

Tom was literally pissed off at his reaction. "Shouldn't you be more..." Surprised?

"If you tell me that you found a golden mountain inside, I can still get excited." Wei Yang said lazily, and yawned again, "Or the thousand-year-old food can barely deal with it. Are you going to tell me, snake The strange meat tastes good? Then I can really think about it."

Tom was on the verge of getting cranky.What is this man after!He wanted to say that the basilisk was of great significance, but changed his mind in the blink of an eye. "It looks like you're in a really bad mood." He concluded with absolute certainty, "You're so listless."

"Is it because I haven't choked on you recently? Then I will remember next time." Wei Yang continued lazily.He can't take care of himself, but can he manage the basilisk?

Tom originally came with a mentality of watching the show, but he choked again and again, and his tone was not good. "If you were a human being, I'm sure you'd be heartbroken; but do dead people still have hearts?"

A feeling of deja vu flashed through Wei Yang's mind.Mycroft once said, "All hearts are broken". "If you don't have a heart, it won't hurt", stated another way, it is "Only what you mind can hurt you".

Well, the British government really had the foresight.

"You have no heart, right?" Wei Yang asked suddenly.

Tom gave him a puzzled look. "Are you kidding me?" he said mockingly.But what he meant obviously wasn't that he had it, but that such an obvious thing still needs to be asked?There is nothing worthy of his attention, except himself.

He didn't appreciate the attitude, but in a way, it wasn't a bad thing.Wei Yang muttered in his heart, this means a kind of invincibility. "You don't want anything to threaten your decision," he stated declaratively.Such as other people, or death.That's pretty much the problem - eliminate all dangerous factors, and then you can dominate the world.

"Yes, that's it." Tom suddenly smiled. "That's exactly what I'm going to tell you. I want to free the basilisk, but I won't."

Wei Yang turned to look at him, and found the answer from those gloomy black eyes. "Because I know about it. If you want to do it, unless I die."

"But you're too dead to be dead." Tom shook his head at him, the expression on his face was creepy for a moment, but it disappeared quickly. "The worst part is, I don't see the success of this until I graduate." He shook his head, as if he was discussing the weather rather than killing people.

"Maybe someone can help you achieve this goal." Wei Yang replied dryly.He in this world is already dead, if he dies again, he will disappear completely.And he hoped that this person was himself——Tom still had more than two years to graduate, and if he couldn't get any five-stars at that time, he would have failed too badly.

Tom was slightly surprised.But he didn't pursue it further, because he saw that Wei Yang would not answer. "Actually, I don't really want to do this. You are a smart person. If you kill you, no one can talk. It's really troublesome." He met Wei Yang's surprised gaze, and added: "Well, second only to Deng Bullido."

"Are you kidding me?" Wei Yang stared blankly.

"I guess you're talking about Sherlock?" Tom laughed. "It's got something to do with him, isn't it? I gotta say, you two have a weird vibe." He laughed enough before saying, "But that's not important. I said Your cleverness and your magical abilities are two different things. Putting it this way," he began to touch his chin, "you seem to be smarter than Dumbledore."

"It's fun to entertain ghosts?" Wei Yang felt that Tom was laughing at him in reverse, and became irritable.What is a weird atmosphere?And what does it mean to be smarter than Dumbledore?If you are arrogant, don't take him to lie down with the gun, okay!

"Just kidding, don't be so angry, right?" Tom dragged his tail, and his tone was narrow, "Or, which painful foot did you get poked by me?"

"You!" Wei Yang held his breath in his throat and couldn't get up and down, and he had a deep understanding of what it meant to throw a rock at his foot. "Then I also have something to tell you—let your 'friends' be smarter, and at least do things that are worthy of what grows on their necks."

"That's none of my business," Tom waved impatiently. "I'm not interested, at least not yet. But I can't stop them from doing it, can I?"

"I thought they all listened to you." Wei Yang sarcastically.

"It's just a different way to find fun. If I want to find it, I must be better than them." Tom continued to wave his hands, and his tone became narrow: "For example, find a ghost to play with or something."

Weiyang's face is full of cattle. 30 years in Hedong and 30 years in Hexi, is it finally Fengshui's turn for Tom to mock him without fear?

In the shadow of the stairs under the trapdoor, a gray figure moved and moved away without a sound.