I have a nemesis - Sherlock Holmes.
There is no other reason than that I am half of the flower family, my mother is a Taoist priest, and in order to save time, I rely on metaphysics to solve cases.
Mr. Sherlock Holmes clearly doubted this. He would always look at the few copper coins with critical eyes when I was in a hurry to take them out, and then sneer lightly.
And I will also stare at him with my eyes when he solves the case, without him. Even if he mocks me, he actually questions the wisdom left by my ancestors. I feel that I actually deduced it or knew it from other places, and I am furious. Thank you, I'm really not as smart as him.
When he jumped off the waterfall, I laughed mercilessly from above. Unexpectedly, I laughed so wildly that I couldn't bear to watch it. I even flashed my waist and fell down.
Before he died, he saw John saying, "Don't do anything stupid!"
"Sylvia is in love!"
I've never been so unlucky.
Then I was reborn, as if I had arrived in London many years later. I was also forced to accept the setting of magic, and I would say that metaphysics is the most powerful.
Just when I was sorted into Ravenclaw by the Sorting Hat, I was grinning stupidly.
"Sherlock Holmes"
I suddenly retracted my big teeth.
"Gryffindor"
I laughed again
"John Watson"
Watching John and Sherlock say something, I bet they were talking about my infatuation or something. Slander, pure slander!
Intention: The truth is always buried in filth