Luckily the main story is at Hogwarts

Stephen Strange, no, Sherlock Holmes, right.

The other one is Watson.

This carp... No, why is the King of Goldfish here, oh, because Andrea, his Aunt Andrea is a reporter, and this is London.

Scotland Yard only had so many cases, Scotland Yard was only so big, and she would always run into this great detective from 211b Baker Street.

Is there any plot in Sherlock? Looking back carefully, it turns out there is.

But that is the plot of the second or even third phase, and the branch plot should not appear until the fourth or fifth grade of the main plot.

Maybe the plot has been advanced, maybe this is a sign of the third stage, maybe this is the first random big plot

No, Hermione Granger showed obvious princess characteristics, and she also saw Mulan's sword. The first big plot must be related to fairy tales.

this is the evidence

When Sherlock Holmes appeared in his house, he speculated that he was responsible for the big plot in the first stage. It was just a guess, maybe his appearance was just a coincidence.

Yes, it must be just a coincidence.

Charles took a step back, hiding his figure from Sherlock Holmes' sight.

Even though he knew that he was under the Disillusionment Curse and the great detective couldn't see him, he still didn't like to look at Sherlock.

No one likes to look at him.

Damn it

It's all this damn Sherlock's fault for skewing his thinking mode into a typical Sherlockian thinking and reasoning mode.

. . .

Meanwhile, the lobby on the first floor.

Sherlock looked up at the slightly open door on the second floor.

The door opened by itself. No, the door body was intact, and there was no rust or damage at the rivets. It was not due to its own fault, but to external factors.

Why don't I see anyone? Maybe it's not a person, maybe it's some kind of agency, maybe it's some kind of small animal.

"Ms. Hepham, do you have a dog?"

Sherlock asked.

Watson next to him looked at Sherlock in surprise, wondering what the great detective was having.

Andrea didn't mind too much. It was not the first time she had dealt with Sherlock, and she knew very well how out of touch this great detective was.

"Dogs don't."

Sherlock raised his chin, no lie, she was telling the truth, not a dog, what could that be.

"Or some other animal."

"Any animal."

Even Andrea was a little confused now, but she still shook her head in surprise.

"No, I didn't raise anything."

"Sherlock"

Watson whispered Sherlock's name, reminding him to restrain himself. Accepting help from a lady on a difficult night was already very disturbing, so he should not cause more trouble.

As a traditional gentleman, no, even if you are not a gentleman, you should pay attention to these things.

Sherlock raised his chin quickly, as if trying to make a disdainful expression. Watson's persuasion was of course useless, because Andrea's answer aroused his curiosity.

He looked around the room again.

"Whose house is that?"

He asked directly despite Watson's disapproving look.

"My nephew."

Andrea replied.

After several interactions, she knew that letting Sherlock ask this question would never end, so she hung her coat on the hook next to the door, walked to the kitchen, and asked directly.

“Black tea or coffee?”

Watson was about to speak when Sherlock preempted him.

"Two cups of light coffee, a little sugar, thank you."

"Is he in a non-boarding school?"

he asked in passing.

Andrea was slightly stunned by this convoluted question, and the Hogwarts where Ciel went was a bit special.

"No, it's not."

Andrea replied.

The answer time exceeded the standard. I didn't lie, but there was obvious hesitation. It was some kind of special boarding school. There are special boarding schools in the UK.

At the same time, Sherlock's brain was already searching quickly in the Thought Palace.

To him, this is just a small scene, a trivial...daily activity.

Seeing this, Ciel upstairs no longer wanted to read any more.

Is there any danger in Andrea's relationship with Sherlock? There is definitely danger, but safety is also guaranteed, because Sherlock's family is not simple. His brother Mycroft Holmes is known as the walking British Empire. .

Whether he knows about wizards or not, he definitely knows, and he will secretly protect Sherlock, so Andrea may be safer by following Sherlock.

As long as the murderer is not her.

"Snapped"

Ciel directly apparated away from here.

The sound was so slight that neither Andrea, who was busy, nor Watson, who was hanging up clothes, noticed it, but it was not missed by the keen Sherlock.

This time, he didn't ask questions.

Because he was already very sure that there must be something wrong with this house, either with Ms. Hepham, or with the people living in it.

Moreover, he seemed to have heard this sound like an electric spark igniting a car somewhere.

Where is it.

Sherlock restarted the thought palace retrieval mode, the car spark ignited, the garage, Carl Friedrich Benz, the father of the automobile, the father of the Wright brothers' airplane, no, this clue is wrong.

Maybe try to translate it into German, wait, country, Mycroft Holmes, this annoying name suddenly jumped out of Sherlock's mind.

Yes, it's here, and the only things related to him are confidential documents.

Project Hound, Project Bruce Partington... found, early one morning, a Muggle said he saw, what a Muggle is.

No desire syndrome, a mental illness, is it some kind of secret plan that uses psychological suggestion? No, no, it is not a medical term, it is...

After a moment, Sherlock opened his eyes, he took the coffee handed by Andrea, and then asked in a calm voice.

"Ms. Hepham, have you heard of Hogwarts?"

Looking down, hesitating for too long, a typical little trick of lying, she had heard of it, it was good.

So the next question is, what is Hogwarts.

. . .

Charles breathed a sigh of relief after leaving home. When he was with Sherlock, he felt that his whole style was like Sherlock Holmes.

It's better to stay away from him.

It seems that she can't go home tonight. Andrea knows about Hogwarts. Although she doesn't know about his portal and journey to Wonderland, she doesn't understand magic. How did she get home from school? You can fool it no matter what.

But the great detective is not that easy to fool, and Ciel doesn't want to deal with the great detective at all.

Maybe due to the intersection of this incident tonight, he has fallen into the eyes of Sherlock's brother Mycroft.

But it doesn't matter. Currently, the British Empire and the British Ministry of Magic have an agreement and are in a period of apparent peace. Nothing will happen to him.

As for the future, once he becomes the strongest wizard, nothing will happen.

. . .

The next day, Saturday, New York suburbs, Interstate 295.

Against the backdrop of the sky full of mud and the endless cement highway, an old second-hand Ford car was running straight on the highway.

The driver was a handsome and thin young man, but the music playing in the car was very wild Led Zeppelin music.

This young man is naturally Ciel.

"The Hammer of the Gods will propel our ships to new lands.."

Ciel, who was sitting in the driver's seat, hummed quietly.

Thanks to JK Rowling for setting the background, otherwise these classic works might have left Charles. His golden finger is not a copycat system, so if he were to restore these classics, he would definitely not be able to restore them.

Material needs are important, but spiritual needs are equally important.

Listening to the familiar music, Charles suddenly felt a vibration in his arms. He took out his notebook and found a line of beautiful female fonts floating on it.

It was Hermione who was contacting him.

Charles took his hands off the steering wheel. He took out his wand and lightly touched it on the steering wheel. Suddenly, the window rose, the steering wheel began to rotate automatically, the car gear automatically stretched, and the accelerator was stepped on automatically.

The entire car entered fully automatic mode.

But after thinking about it, he still put another iron armor spell on himself.

"Where are you"

This is what Hermione wrote.

"There is Harry's Quidditch practice today, and Neville and I are both going to watch it."

Before Ciel could reply, another line of text appeared below this line of text.

What's so interesting about this thing? Ciel rolled his eyes.

After returning from his hiding place in France, Charles tore the magic notebook in half and gave half to Hermione. After all, the two of them were still in two colleges, and it was really not convenient to communicate after dinner.

It will be much more convenient with this.

Hermione was very curious about this magic notebook. Her knowledge of alchemy was still very superficial, and Hogwarts did not offer any alchemy courses at all.

Magic notebooks are popular products and will not be recorded in orthodox books such as Modern History of Magic and Encyclopedia of Alchemy.

There is no record in the books, and Hogwarts does not pay attention to alchemy, so Hermione has no idea at all.

Before Ciel handed her the magic notebook, she didn't even realize the magic, greatness, and importance of alchemy.

What Charles told her about the development of alchemy in the French magical world simply opened the door to a new world for her.

Charles, who knew her very well, had already bought a gift while shopping in France and briefly talked about alchemy. When he handed this book to Hermione, the little girl was really happy.

Even happier than receiving the magic notebook and seeing Ciel.

Ugh.

"I'm in wonderland."

"Something to do."

Ciel thought for a moment and wrote under Hermione's two lines of text.

As his words were written, the two lines of text above began to gradually disappear, as if they had been absorbed.

Ciel was not lying. If Hermione was going to find him in Wonderland, he could go back directly by opening the door now, so this was not a lie.

But it seemed that Hermione didn't have anything important to do with him, she was just going to watch Quidditch with him.

The problem is that this thing is really nothing to look at, and I find myself a Slytherin to watch Harry train every day. Haven't you seen that Wood always has a bitter and hateful expression on his face?

Fortunately, seeing that Ciel seemed to have something to do in Wonderland, she did not continue to ask Ciel to come back.

"Then be careful yourself."

Hermione's neat writing appeared on the notebook, one by one, as serious as the little girl herself.

Ciel laughed a little.

"Don't practice those dangerous magics"

Then another line appeared under the previous line of text... followed by a simplified drawing of a small fist.

Charles twitched the corner of his mouth and subconsciously touched the underside of his arm. Hermione had never been a dignified lady, never.

The brief chat ends here. I have to say that this thing is indeed very convenient.

Ciel put the magic notebook back into his arms, and then his eyes flickered, and there seemed to be something in the rearview mirror.

When I took a closer look, I saw it was a big truck.

Then, as Charles watched, the big truck sped along, and soon reached the same level as him.

As second-hand Fords and large trucks intertwined, Charles looked up through the window and saw two typical American middle-aged men sitting in the front and passenger cabs of the large truck.

His face was full of fat, he had a big belly, he had this unbearable white fuzz around his chin, and he had no clean shave at all.

They wore denim camisole pants and hats.

However, they didn't seem to have any ill intentions. They just glanced at Ciel, stepped on the accelerator and sped away.

Then after they passed the Ford, Charles saw a truckload of domestic pigs pulled in the compartment behind the truck. The pigs were humming and crowded, and the trough seemed to be filled with some kind of dark red feed.

A new world of outstanding people...

Charles watched the truck go farther and farther, and finally separated from him at a fork in the road ahead. Then he looked back. It was probably a branch line of little value.

Even if the dungeon is opened, the boss will not drop anything good. It may be a murderer series weapon, or the most common wand magic.

If Ciel wasn't 11 years old now, maybe he would still be interested in following up, not for the copy drops, but to save the girls who are in danger. Yes, he is so kind-hearted.

But now he is only 11 years old, drinking age-enhancing drugs or something...

Ciel still knows very well that for him now, maintaining a good body is the most important thing.

The second-hand Ford car continued to drive on the road. This car was borrowed by him. Of course, the owner did not know it when he borrowed it, but I believe he would know it soon.

The New World is said to be built on tires, so even if it is just a second-hand car, it still runs very solidly. After running for about ten minutes again, Charles finally saw the road sign.

"Welcome to Cold Spring."

. . .

"quack"

The unknown bird landed on the bright red street sign, pecked its feathers, and then quacked twice again.

But soon, a second-hand Ford car flew past quickly, and the dust it kicked up seemed to disrupt its carefully groomed feathers again.

The bird felt that it was a little unlucky. It screamed dissatisfiedly and jumped into the sky, preparing to change places.

Ciel drove straight into the town of Cold Spring.

Cold Spring Town seems to be a desolate corner, but it's actually not that bad. It's just that the street signs outside are in disrepair, but the interior decoration of the town is still very neat.

The square of the town is covered with pure white marble, and there seem to be white pigeons rising and falling on both sides. The brick-red benches and exquisite small fences are the main colors here, making the whole town seem to be only red. Composed of two colors: pure white.

This is a typical American small town.

Charles drove and stopped in front of a two-story villa.

"click"

Charles opened the car door, and as soon as he got out of the car, he felt that there seemed to be some vague eyes watching him, but it didn't matter, he lived here, he was one of his own, there was nothing to be afraid of.

Calmly closing the car door, Charles walked to the villa carrying a huge travel bag.

Of course, the villa is not his, and he certainly does not live here, but only by showing that he lives here, but is away on business or school all year round, and has not been back for a long time, can he dispel the eyes of these outsiders. Suspect.

Ciel quickly walked to the door of the villa.

According to the guide, the owner of this villa works in New York, and will only return home after the vacation to relax for a while.

This fits the identity Ciel needs.

As for not having a key or anything, that's not a problem at all.

Standing in front of the villa door, Ciel put his hand on the doorknob and whispered.

"Drive quickly."

"squeak"

The door of the two-story villa opened in response.

Ciel opened the door and walked in.

Entering the villa, the surveillance sight disappeared. The wall blocked them for some reasons, and for others it was because Charles acted like one of his own, and there was nothing to doubt.

Small towns in the New World are dotted around like craters on the moon, with one at regular intervals, very dense, and they usually have side plots.

This kind of small town is generally divided into two situations. The first type is one with a small number of people and a small area.

Because young people yearn for big cities, they never come back together when they leave small towns, which results in the number of people in small towns becoming smaller and smaller.

Most of these small towns have some kind of scary legends, some kind of scary places, even scary murderers, or simply some deformed and strange creatures living nearby.

They are like traps set by hunters, waiting in place. Young men and women from big cities like New York and Los Angeles form groups to send them thousands of miles away.

The other type of town is large, with hospitals, police stations, supermarkets, large shopping malls, bus stations, and a large company that controls the economic lifeline of the town. They have everything they need and are self-contained, like a complete ecosystem. large towns.

There are generally a lot of them. Although there are many young people who yearn for big cities, there are also more young people who were born, grew up, married and had children. They stay in small towns throughout their lives and all the people they know are here.

The son of the police chief will enter the police station, the son of the supermarket owner will inherit the supermarket, and the son of the electrician will be born as an electrician. This will be passed down from generation to generation. This is the continuation of the town.

If problems arise in such a small town, they are usually internal problems. For example, in RL Stan's Goosebumps subplot, he stayed in a small town in the New World. In the end, the monsters in his books became real and spread throughout the town. diffusion.

I wonder if all the small towns in the New World have been enchanted. They seem to be in different dimensions.

A few female college students are missing, dozens of young men and women who are seeking death are missing, and even the entire town is invaded by monsters. It feels like it is nothing at all and will not be discovered.

Very strange.

Ciel was too lazy to worry about the New World. He had more important things to do next.

That magical creature.

It's hidden in the town of Cold Spring.

The situation in Cold Spring Town is somewhat like the former. The town is relatively small, but Cold Spring Town is just an ordinary town, and there is no branch plot based on any film or television work.

The only special thing about it is the magical creature entrenched here.

Small towns like this are very sensitive to unfamiliar faces due to the number of people, and you can tell who is a tourist at a glance.

But except for those towns that are obviously problematic and have subplots in movies and TV shows.

Otherwise, no one in a small town would be bored enough to monitor outsiders, or monitor them in real time.

Although there is no side plot in Cold Spring Town, the magical creature is very special. This seemingly ubiquitous sense of surveillance is one of its special features.

So for the next action, Ciel took out a pair of glasses from his arms.

"click"

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