"Who is Miss Sherlock Hawke?"

The man who delivered the long package stood outside the door and asked.

Sherlock stood up suspiciously: "I am..."

"Here is your package." The other party handed over the things in his hand.

Sherlock was even more puzzled: "I didn't buy anything in Diagon Alley or anywhere, and don't owls deliver packages? Also, why did they deliver them at this time..."

The more she talked, the more she frowned.

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