Chapter 3: Chapter 3 "The Secret Study Room"
"Seven days! You've been out for seven days! You disobedient child! You didn't even say hello to me right away when you got home! But instead, you were just hanging out here! What an ungrateful child!" The female voice didn't stop, she kept cursing, but no one came out of the room behind the door.
Sherlock quickly recovered from the shock. From the tone of the voice, he could guess that the voice should be the original body's mother, but the mother's attitude toward her son was not very good and sometimes can be abusive.
He heard that she was very angry now; she had no intention of leaving the room. Instead, he kept insulting Sherlock.
"Why did I give birth to you? You bastard. It's because of you, your father abandoned me. You're a disaster. You were gone for seven days. Why do you even come back?"
Sherlock couldn't help frowning at her insults. He is not a fool. He has discovered something was off by now.
The room behind the wooden door without a doorknob looked a little weird. Looking at the dim yellow light behind the door, Sherlock did not choose to respond to her but decided to enter the room to have a look.
There is no doubt that this place is the home of his original body owner. If there is a problem in this home, it means that the original Sherlock must also have a problem.
Now that they have become one, Sherlock naturally has to figure out this problem.
He walked to the door. The yelling from behind the door continued. He took a deep breath, adjusted his posture, pushed the door open, and walked in.
The room behind the door is not big. It is similar to a normal bedroom, about 20 to 30 square meters.
On one side of the room is a row of wooden bookshelves, which are covered with thick books. Judging from the furnishings, this should be a study room. It was not some chandelier hanging on the ceiling that illuminated the whole room, but five candles.
To Sherlock's surprise, these five candles were not placed on any table but were supported by candlesticks and floated in mid-air. Something completely that defies any laws of physics.
After entering the door, he finally saw the face of the woman who kept yelling. It's not a real person, but a picture hanging on the wall opposite the door.
The woman in the photo had her hair loose and looked messy. She stared at him and kept swearing swear words in her mouth.
"You maggot and animal. Who do you think you are? You don't even say anything when you see me!"
Of all the words she said, not even a single letter entered Sherlock's mind. He was completely dumbfounded by the things he saw right now.
With a confused expression, he walked over to the photo of the woman, reached out, and touched the framed photo. He was confirming that it was indeed just an ordinary photo, not some pre-recorded video that was played.
Suppose the matter of transmigration can barely be explained by a scientific phenomenon that human beings have not discovered. In that case, the candles flying in mid-air and the photos that can do this thing can only be explained by supernatural events or magic.
It was only at this time that Sherlock realized it later.
The world he has gone to is probably not just the simple England at the end of the 20th century.
Just when Sherlock was stunned, on the desk below the photo, a teacup suddenly and lightly jumped to the side of the teapot. The teapot flew by itself as if alive and poured a cup of steaming tea into it.
At the same time, the chair in front of the desk also jumped to his side as if waiting for him to sit down. The furniture in this study room seems to have a life of its own. There is no need for Sherlock to make any orders or guidance. They just moved automatically.
At this moment, a candle that was floating in the air also slowly flew to the position of the bookshelf, and he finally saw the titles of the tomes on the bookshelf.
"Defend the Darkness: Advanced Defense Magic," "Encyclopedia of Dark Magic Creatures," "Maintain Your Wand," "The Use of Transfiguration in Actual Combat," "Defeating Evil: Spell for Defense," and many more.
Sherlock's gaze skipped the titles of the magic books until his gaze settled on the title of the book at the top of the bookshelf.
Because the title of that book is "Hogwarts: A School History."
Perhaps words like defensive magic and dark magic are relatively unfamiliar to Sherlock and are not very distinguishable. But the term Hogwarts made his mind click toward what was happening.
It's related to a story about a boy named Harry Potter who survived a catastrophe and his friends to defeat a Dark Lord named Voldemort. Hogwarts is the place where the story takes place, a wizarding school where the protagonist, Harry Potter, studied magic for seven years.
In his previous life, Sherlock didn't read this book when he was a child because he was an orphan, even though it is a well-known novel all over the world.
But in high school, in order to improve his English, Sherlock's English teacher lent him the original English version of Harry Potter's first book, which he used to pass the time in his spare time.
Although he didn't buy books to read the following stories, after he went to university, he roughly understood the following plots through video essays about the movie.
Therefore, he is not unaware of the story that will happen in this world, but he does not know the specific things. He only knows the general direction of the story. Most importantly, this is something Sherlock never expected.
He thought that what he had traveled to was just an ordinary world, as someone who inherited from a rich family, who was about to accept a large number of inheritances and titles and would enjoy financial freedom and a carefree life in the future.
But who would have thought that he was a wizard?
Just when Sherlock was stunned by this, he suddenly remembered something.
The letter he just received in front of the house was an "H" logo surrounded by a lion, snake, eagle, and badger.
Sherlock held the letter in his hand from the moment he entered the room. Only at this time did he realize where the letter came from. He stared at the home address and his name written in dark green ink on the envelope. He gulped.
If I remember correctly, Hogwarts' standard for recruiting students is children over eleven years old. The date of birth on his driver's license clearly states that he was born in 1972.
Today's year is 1992, so he is exactly 20 years old.
So, this letter will definitely not be an admission notice. But what is it?
In order to answer his doubts, Sherlock directly opened the envelope and took out the only piece of parchment inside.
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