Daily life of HP Sherlock Holmes

Sunny, cloudless, just the right amount of sunshine.

London, Baker Street, 221B

In the small living room, Mycroft sat cross-legged on the sofa to the left of the fireplace, Sherlock sat on the right, playing his own violin, and there were tea cups and biscuits on the small tea table in the middle. In front of the fireplace, Gerald Standing with his waist still, John glanced at the shapes of the three Sherlock Holmes, feeling familiar.

"Shirt, vest, suit, coat, very good, Gerald." Mycroft praised without a trace of satisfaction, "nervousness, lack of sleep and self-confidence, and, Gerald, your obsessive-compulsive disorder is getting worse and worse." Seriously, your woolen coat has been taken care of by you and it is almost becoming a wooden board."

Gerald looked at the black coat hanging on his arm and shrugged, "This is polite, my dear brother, and, isn't every child like me before they go to school?"

"If I remember correctly, you completed your high school at the beginning of this year, King Edward Secondary School. Then, you submitted applications to Newton and Cambridge respectively. If nothing else, you should be able to choose one of the two universities. So." Mycroft pointed out calmly, then raised his wrist and glanced at his watch, "A quarter past nine, I hope today's time is in time."

"Yes, exchange coins, buy books, clothes, and potion supplies. Ah, and the most important magic wand, these should be compressed into three quarters of an hour, the remaining time is the most important." Xia Xia Locke played the strings of the violin with his fingers, "I don't know which professor will come, it's really exciting."

"Please don't think about my textbook magic robe and wand, Charlotte, your dear enemy Moriarty is still waiting for you, please ignore this wizarding world curled up in the dark!" Gerald Looking at Sherlock, "Also, please treat my professor normally, I don't want to let the professor leave a shadow before I enroll." If I want to stay, I will do it myself.

Mycroft and Sherlock looked at Gerrard and twitched the corners of their mouths at the same time, but the smile on Gerrard's face never faded.

Looking at the three Holmes in front of the fireplace, John suddenly felt a pain in his stomach, and felt that the three people in front of him were most likely to destroy the world—if they didn't disagree with each other.

"bang—bang—bang—"

"Here we come!" Mrs. Hudson answered and opened the door.Dr. Watson stood up immediately, but Holmes and the others maintained their postures without moving at all.

Sherlock put down the violin, but his legs were still crossed, and he listened carefully to the sound of footsteps coming up the stairs.

"It's a lady, about 1.6 meters five, of average build, with excellent manners and long robes." Sherlock said in a low and quick voice, and then looked at McCoff.

"Then, the professor who came here should be Ms. Minerva McGonagall, the vice-principal of Hogwarts. She was born in Gryffindor. She is fair and has a great sense of justice. Well, she is a super-powerful goldfish in the wizarding world."

Gerrard secretly rolled his eyes, expressing his contempt for his elder brother's metaphor of IQ.Do goldfish have brains?The lady who came is now a professor at Hogwarts, that is to say, the level of IQ should be raised, at least it is a crab!

"Are the principals and vice principals all Gryffindors?" Gerald marked in his mind, connecting and organizing all the information on the Hogwarts information disk, and finally achieved a three-dimensional effect.

Every Sherlock Holmes has its own GDP!

"Gentlemen, good morning," Professor McGonagall, dressed in a solemn black robe, walked into the room led by Mrs. Hudson. She immediately received the gazes of the three Holmes. With the qualities that teachers should have, McGonagall smiled slightly. , spoke, and wanted to introduce his identity and basic information about Hogwarts, "I am Professor Minerva McGonagall, the vice-principal of Hogwarts, teaching Transfiguration."

"Ah, welcome," Mycroft stood up as the elder brother, but he still held the umbrella in his hand. He stretched out his hand and took two steps towards Mag, "I am Mycroft Holmes, sit On the sofa is my first brother, Sherlock Holmes, and standing in front of the fire is your task for the day, Gerald Holmes."

"Over 50 years old, unmarried, no lover or relatives, fixed and regular living habits, which means you are a stubborn lady, with admirers in your heart but no love, with Has a feminist tendency, hates evil like hatred, has killed people, well, even the professors of the school need to go to the battlefield... In other words, there was an extremely bad war among wizards?" Sherlock looked at Mag and spoke, the edge of his robe Wet traces, ink stains on fingers, and some crumbs, "Although I value etiquette, I really don't care about appearance. For breakfast, there are sandwiches, fish and chips, bee cake and... pumpkin juice? What is this?" Terrible catering, straight from school, should be making lesson plans or writing teaching-related reviews before coming over, that'sall, am I right?"

"One more meeting, dear Sherlock, a brief conversation between Professor McGonagall and Headmaster Dumbledore." Mycroft added lazily.

The atmosphere in the room immediately froze.

Standing in front of the fireplace, Gerald wanted to sew the mouths of his brothers shut at once, or beat them out of their heads.

Of course, this is not possible.

"You!" Professor McGonagall finally came to his senses, his eyes widened in surprise, and he wanted to pull out his wand uncontrollably.

"Enough of Sherlock and Mycroft! Today's protagonist is not you, but your younger brother!" Dr. Watson stood up bravely, and then showed a very innocent smile to Professor McGonagall (with Holmes and others) After a long time, these skills will be learned naturally.) "Professor McGonagall, these two guys just have some reasoning addiction. You should understand the reasoning, please don't mind, I think we should get to the point quickly, Let's start our shopping trip and complete your task. How about it?" Dr. Watson glanced at Sherlock.

Finally, Sherlock was willing to move his butt, and stood up. The three Holmes all put on the black woolen coats that reached down to their calves. Then, Sherlock tied the scarf neatly, and Gerrard tidied it up. My collar, and Mycroft re-clutched his umbrella.

McGonagall took a deep breath, then exhaled, and finally looked at the three Holmes and Watson in front of her (Mrs. Hudson went down to make tea.) She nodded in surprise, and then, with a full smile With a heavy face, he led the four people behind him towards west London.

Because the two Sherlock Holmes and Dr. Watson cannot use magic, Professor McGonagall took them on the subway. No ordinary people around her noticed this woman in a black robe. Only Holmes and Watson could see it. See her movements, hear her voice.Noticing this, Sherlock's eyes nearly lit up.Finally, after an hour of tossing and turning, the five people finally got out of the subway.

"Barnet, a city in the West End of Greater London, yes, it should have been thought of long ago, it was developed and established because of the expansion of the subway site..." Sherlock murmured vaguely, and Gerald beside him was squinting Corresponding to the London subway line and the map of London in his mind, Mycroft waved his long-handled black umbrella from time to time to quickly grasp the location of the surrounding surveillance probes.

McGonagall looked at the four people behind her, and the three Holmes noticed that she was looking over, and immediately wore the same innocent smile on their faces. Only Watson shrugged helplessly and said, "Professor McGonagall, are we here yet?"

"Enter this path and walk forward." Professor McGonagall turned around, ignoring the uneasiness in his heart, and led the Hogwarts freshmen and his parents towards the Leaky Cauldron.

"This is it," Meg stopped and said, "The Leaky Cauldron. It's a very famous place."

The three Sherlock Holmes and Peanut immediately saw that it was a small, dirty bar.If Professor McGonagall hadn't pointed it out, the four of them probably wouldn't have paid attention.People hurrying past don't even look at it.Their eyes were fixed on a big bookstore on one side and a record store on the other, and they couldn't seem to see the Leaky Cauldron at all.

"Very interesting." Sherlock whispered, looking back and forth at the door of the Leaky Cauldron, not missing any information.

"Wizards, heh." Mycroft waved his umbrella with a smile on his face.

"..." Gerald suddenly felt that his future in school was bleak.

As a doctor, Watson suddenly felt that it was necessary to report to the health department that there were wizards who opened a shop without a license... Well, even if there is a business license, then, at the very least, there is no health certificate and hygiene certificate.

"Let's go, I hope you will remain quiet and rational after entering." Professor McGonagall said solemnly, then pushed open the door and walked in first.Behind her, Mycroft was in front, and Gerald was pushed in front of him by Sherlock. Without further ado, Dr. Watson stood on the left of Gerald, with his hand in his pocket, which contained his love. gun.

The IQ of the Sherlock Holmes did not allow them to make any stupid moves, so the five of them came to the back wall of the bar safely under the gaze or ignorance of various wizards in the store.

"Count up to three yuan—and then count down to two yuan—" McGonagall whispered. "Okay, stand back, children." Hearing this adjective, the corners of the mouths of the people present, including Gerald, twitched. "Very well, next—" The professor tapped the wall three times with his wand. "Welcome to Diagon Alley!"

The brick she had knocked on trembled and began to move, a small hole appeared in the middle, the hole grew bigger and bigger, and before them there was an archway wide enough for Hagrid to pass, leading to a winding Winding cobbled streets with no end in sight.

The sun shines down, clearly depicting the shops on the street and the people going back and forth.Because it was just before school started, there were so many people in Diagon Alley. Under the leadership of Professor McGonagall, four people walked into the street.Some of the wizards around looked at Holmes curiously, some had ignorance or even contempt in their eyes, and almost everyone noticed them—who made the three Holmes so powerful that they couldn't be let out at all? people ignore.Especially the black long trench coats of the three people who are almost identical, and the eyes that can read people's hearts...

"Oh, Sherlock Holmes, can you not make a fuss for even a moment?!" Dr. John Watson sighed.

"Obviously not." Gerald opened his mouth. He maintained his speed and said to several other elders who had slowed down: "Is it too late for me to regret it now? You know, I applied for social psychology in Newton. How interesting it is to study people's psychology and behavior!" Much more interesting than this old and boring magic world!

"What do you say? My dear brother." Mycroft's smirk made Gerald's teeth ache.They walked quickly through the crowd, and the surrounding shops were quickly skipped.However, with the miraculous memory ability of the three Holmes, the locations they passed immediately formed a map in their minds, and on both sides, the shops, the turnings, and the signs on the walls were all marked out. , suspended and entangled in regions of the brain to form a three-dimensional map.

"Look at the various shops we just passed by. The division of labor is so clear that those who sell clothes only sell clothes, not even shoes and bags. In the owl shop, there is nothing but owls, and only brooms are sold! God, it is so simple and clear at a glance. to the point where!" Gerald said quickly in a low voice, feeling that he could ignore everything else except the bookstore and the wand shop.

"Gringotts is here. You can go in and exchange coins. It's safer to open a vault or something." Professor McGonagall pointed to the white building on the corner of the street.It was a snow-white building towering above the surrounding shops. Beside the shiny bronze gate, stood a figure in a scarlet gold-embellished uniform. It was—"That's right, that's a goblin."

The goblin was about a head shorter than Gerald, with a dark, intelligent face, a pointed beard, and unusually long hands and feet.The goblin bowed to them as they entered.Then there was a second door in front of them, which was silver, and the following words were engraved on the two doors: Please come in, stranger, but you must be careful what will happen to you if you are greedy. Punishment, therefore, if you seek to take from our subterranean vaults a fortune that was never yours, you have been warned, O thief, that it will not be treasure, but evil.

The group did not speak, Holmes observed cautiously, and Dr. Watson next to him looked devastated.

Then the two goblins bowed to them, and led them into a high hall of marble.A hundred or so goblins were sitting on stools behind a long counter, weighing coins with copper scales, examining gems with eyepieces, and scribbling entries in large ledgers.There are countless doors in the hall, which lead to different places, and many goblins point bows to draw people in and out of these doors.

"Oh, God, this is a goblin?!" Dr. Watson felt that his world view was not good.

"What a stupid creature. I can't see anything delicate except chasing after my own desires." Sherlock looked away from the goblins, and quickly swept the entire hall, even the vaulted windows. , the angle of the sun, the number of goblins, were immediately quantified in Sherlock's mind, even the traces of each goblin were not spared, countless white words emerged and then were memorized.

Gerald's reaction was not as fast as Sherlock's, but he quickly recorded the positions of the goblins, estimating the possible behavior and fighting power of the goblins in these positions if an accident happened, and Mycroft next to him swept the entire room After a glance, he silently took out his wallet from the inside of his suit, and a check from the Bank of England was placed in front of the goblin in charge of currency exchange.

Needless to say, the following things are naturally extremely smooth.After leaving Gringotts, when Holmes was tossing real gold coins in their hands, Dr. Watson, the only normal person, began to worry about what to do if he was robbed.

But... being robbed?Do you think the three Sherlock Holmes are air?Even wizards can only kneel when they meet Sherlock Holmes!