Dumbledore? He knows nothing about MC alchemy.

"This is covered in Madam Hufflepuff's magic, so it's definitely not comparable to the chairs outside."

"..........Can I move out?" Kaisen said with a venomous look.

"Unfortunately, no," said one of the principals.

"Ok."

Although he said this, he still stood up from the chair and moved the chair from behind. The chair left the ground smoothly, and then there was a buzzing sound.

Kaisen disappeared, but the chair remained where it was, making a bang.

"Well, I thought you were talking about some exaggerated grammar or something, but I didn't expect that you really can't take it away." He returned to the principal's office and sat in the principal's chair.

"This chair is bound to the headmaster's office with magic, and it cannot leave the headmaster's office. Of course, perhaps you can apply to Dumbledore for the position of the next headmaster, and he might give it to you." A portrait who was watching the fun offered a suggestion.

"It's a shame. If I really have this idea, then I should go find the next Headmistress McGonagall."

"Then you'll probably have to wait a long time."

"Um...By the way, where did Dumbledore go? Do you know?" Kaisen asked.

"We won't tell you. We can only say that he disappears for a day or two every Christmas," said the portraits.

"Okay..." He showed the watch on his wrist.

"It's time for me to leave too. Goodbye, principals in history books." Kaisen said as he teleported back to his home on Baker Street.

"I hope they are not investigating a case now, but are just at home with nothing to do." Kaisen said as he took out a big bag from some corner, put two bottles of wine in it and walked towards the next door.

Boom boom boom! ! !

"Sherlock, open the door! Please give me a gift, please urge me to update!"

Sherlock Holmes, open the door, ask for gifts, ask for updates

Chapter 112: Two months of case, and you only need three seconds?

bang bang bang! ! !

"Have you become a primitive man now?"

The door opened quickly, creating a gust of wind that made Kaisen roll his eyes and adjust his hat.

"Look at this. Let me show you again what a doorbell is. Don't you know how to use it now?"

Sherlock was wrapped in a quilt as he looked at Kaisen knocking on the door. He very considerately reached out from under the quilt and pointed at the doorbell.

"When can you put your clothes back on... It seems no one has reported you as an eyesore while I was away..."

“Because this is my home.”

Sherlock finally stepped aside and let Kaisen into the house.

"Should I say thank you?"

"of course."

"Then I really want to thank you, the great Mr. Sherlock Holmes." Kaisen sat on the sofa and put the wine in his hand on the coffee table.

"Of course you should thank me, because no normal person should let you in... And don't touch my furniture. It will never appear on your desk as long as I am alive."

Kaisen put a small statue back on the cabinet with some embarrassment.

"Well, come and try the wine I brought."

"I don't like it, take it away." Sherlock said as he quickly took the wine away and put it in the cabinet.

"...You're going to let me take it?"

"You can take it away, but please don't touch my cabinet. Last time you came here, you ate three bags of cucumber-flavored potato chips that I smuggled in from Asia... no... bought on my behalf. I will never forgive you."

"Thank you so much, you still remember."

"Of course I remember. I even know why you came to me... But I won't help you, absolutely not. Detectives are logical, so I won't help you." Sherlock sat on the chair wrapped in a quilt and groaned.

"...Where's Peanut?" Kaisen changed the subject awkwardly.

"I went on a date."

"With a woman?"

"...Yes, with a girl."

"Pfft!"

"If you laugh again I'll go to the kitchen and make a pot of piping hot cocoa to make a mold of your face."

"You know, I just thought of something happy." Kaisen still used this fucked-up excuse that he had said countless times.

"Please don't use that non-existent wife of yours to put me off. Honestly, someone like you is truly destined to live out their life in solitude. I can't believe how miserable your significant other would be if you found love, because she or he would get pregnant in your mouth nine hundred and thirteen times in one year."

"OK... No, absolutely not." Kaisen suppressed a smile and endured Sherlock's endless accusations against him.

"You really should try that wine. Honestly, it's quite good."

"I don't really want to... I'm very concerned about the sanitary conditions of those two bottles of wine."

"...Then why don't you return it to me?"

"I can also choose to water the flowers... or you can choose to exchange."

Kaisen rolled his eyes, stood up from the sofa helplessly, and walked towards his house next door.

Back to the workshop on the second floor, he took out an empty red wine bottle from the corner, poured purified water, purple version of food coloring, a certain amount of edible alcohol, oak essence, red wine essence, hop solvent, Burgundy essence into it, stirred it evenly, bottled it and labeled it.

After a bit of operation...

Just like that, a Burgundy wine with zero natural additives is ready!

【Don’t imitate, don’t imitate, don’t imitate!!!】

He went back to Sherlock's house next door and placed the wine in front of him.

At this time, Sherlock had already put on his clothes. He took a goblet from the cabinet, poured red wine into it, and just shook it before he fell into deep thought.

"Those glasses of yours."

Kaisen took off his monocle. "This? What's wrong?"

The next moment, Sherlock seized the opportunity and quickly poured the wine in the glass onto Kaisen's face, and the latter quickly turned his body to the side.

"You're still playing this ridiculous trick?"

Sherlock said with a sneer.

"Well...how did you know that?" Kaisen asked in confusion.

Sherlock poured another glass and pushed it over.

Kaisen took a look, shook it, and found that the wine shook like water. He slapped his forehead and said, "Ah, forget about it. Next time I add some sugar and it will stick to the cup. Don't mind it."

"........................"

"........................"

"If you hadn't refused, I would have asked directly."

Kaisen took out a piece of paper from his pocket. He had replaced all the words on it with nouns that Sherlock could understand.

"Let me see. I have a very difficult case right now. It happened in a castle about sixty or seventy years ago. A female victim died in the ladies' room."

"I am detective Sherlock. I am not a god sent by God to take charge of the world." Sherlock said speechlessly.

"OKOK, the female victim was probably crying in the women's restroom at that time, and then she suddenly heard a male voice. The female victim just wanted to turn around and remind the man that this was the women's restroom, and then she was shot dead. What I want to ask is that the man has a secret base in the castle, where is that base?" Kaisen added.

"What is the character of that man?"

"Polite and polite, a beast in human clothing."

"That base should be in the women's restroom. A polite person with a human face shows that while he may not have a conscience, he at least cares about his appearance, or how he's perceived by others."

"If this kind of person were logical, he wouldn't go to the women's restroom for no reason, unless he had a reason to go into that women's restroom, such as his secret base is in that women's restroom." Sherlock said without even thinking.

“…What the hell?”

"Didn't you hear clearly?" Sherlock said with a frown.

"I heard it clearly, and then...it's that simple?"

"I thought the case you mentioned might be interesting, but I didn't expect..." Sherlock shook his head and said.

"..............I didn't expect you would use the problem I spent more than two months studying..."

"About three seconds. I figured it out about five seconds before you said the words 'polite beast'. I asked you that question just in case the murderer you were talking about was a pervert who liked to break into the women's restroom." Sherlock said.

Chapter 113 Where is that laboratory?

"Thank you so much." Kaisen collapsed on the sofa, feeling frustrated all over.

"Well, as long as the criminal you're talking about doesn't have any means of teleportation or isn't performing some mysterious magical ritual in the women's room."

"That shouldn't happen. Hogwarts has a ban on Apparition, and the bathroom was still there. He shouldn't be able to perform ritual magic... Huh?" Kaisen looked at Sherlock, who was smiling mysteriously, in confusion.

"How the hell did you know that? I remember you were an ordinary person."

"About three years ago, I took on a case. At that time, you were busy renovating the house for the second prince."

"I'll tell you the results directly. There's a laboratory called Baskerville where they're conducting an experiment. The test subjects are all enormous beasts. They call them werewolves!"

"At that time, a werewolf escaped from the laboratory, and the head of the laboratory asked me to investigate and lead a team to capture the werewolf."

Kaisen was a little embarrassed because he remembered that Lupin had told him that Sherlock had tracked him down before.

"So you were finally stopped?"

Sherlock shook his head. "Of course not. I found the werewolf. I talked to him for ten minutes in a cave. It's worth mentioning that he was in human form at the time. If I hadn't seen him transformed into a werewolf with my own eyes, I really wouldn't have recognized him."

"After talking to him for ten minutes, I decided to let him go. This case was a rare failure for me, but I was quite happy with it."

Kaisen tactically pulled a hip flask from his pocket and took a sip. "So, when did you find out about me?"