Daily life of HP Sherlock Holmes

The weather in London on the [-]st of September was perfect, with not a single cloud in the blue sky.

Gerald stood in front of the big mirror boredly and adjusted his hair, trying to make them docile, but obviously, this was impossible, otherwise the curly hair on his brother Sherlock's head would have been peaceful. It's where it should be, not a mess.

"Dear Gerald, are you ready?" Dr. Watson knocked on the door on the third floor, and then opened a crack in the door and asked.

"Okay, John, isn't Sherlock finished yet?" Gerald adjusted his collar for the last time. For some reason, he always felt that his collar was a little crooked, and he adjusted it over and over again, "John, come in for a while." Is it? I always feel that my collar is a little crooked, take a look to see if it is really crooked. "

"Okay, then I'm coming in." John pushed open the door, glanced at the youngest Holmes, and found that the majestic attitude of Holmes on him was fully revealed. He sighed a little speechlessly, but he still stepped forward. Helped Gerald straighten his collar, and then helplessly and uncontrollably complained about Sherlock's behavior just now: "Gerald, do you know what Sherlock did just now? He actually treated two five or six The little girl who was [-] years old said that their grandpa would not reach heaven at all! Not only that, but also said that he would be pushed into the crematorium and cremated!" Why did Sherlock do such a thing that ruined his childhood so smoothly? !

"Is what Sherlock said wrong?" Gerald said with a natural expression: "I will believe in going to heaven, don't those two goldfish have their own brains? There is no such thing as heaven, okay—— Ah, John, thank you, the collar is just right."

At this time, Dr. Watson wanted to see more and more who the parents who gave birth to these three Sherlock Holmes were!If possible, he would like to talk to them about the children's education.

"Hey, Gerald, haven't you packed up your little body yet? We're in a hurry, and your Hogwarts special is about to leave! King's Cross train station, it takes about an hour plus In a quarter of an hour, if we leave from now, we will arrive at 10:30, and you only have half an hour to find the entrance and get on the train to find a box." Sherlock came in and pushed Watson away while talking. He nodded to Gerald who was finally satisfied with the position of his collar, "Hurry up and take your luggage down, we will take a taxi directly."

"Okay, Sherlock, see you downstairs later. By the way, I hope you can persuade Mrs. Hudson now, I know she must have a sandwich ready, but I really don't need it!"

John was helplessly pushed downstairs by Sherlock. Gerald put on his coat. He hesitated for a while, and finally decided to leave the opportunity of calling home to his elder brother Mycroft. Having said that, all my life in London is handled by Brother McCoff. Well, now that something like this has happened, it is naturally better for Brother McCoff to come forward.

What, you said Sherlock?It is better to count on Dr. Watson than to count on him.

"Gerald—are you alright?" Dr. Watson shouted from the second floor, and Sherlock was talking beside him, speaking very fast.

"Okay! I'm going down now—" Gerald agreed, quickly picked up his suitcase, and went downstairs.

The three went out, and in the voice of Mrs. Hudson calling with a plate of sandwiches, Sherlock turned around and gave Mrs. Hudson a forehead kiss, and then closed the door under Mrs. Hudson's helpless eyes , I took a taxi at the side of the street.

Thanks to Sherlock's miraculous taxi physique, a taxi appeared in front of the three of them immediately, and Gerald glanced at the watch on his hand—a gift from his mother this Christmas—a quarter past nine , plus one hour plus a quarter of an hour on the road, arrived at King's Cross train station at exactly 10:30.

Gerald recalled the route from here to King's Cross Railway Station in his mind, the traffic lights on the road, the no-going signs, and the time spent in traffic jams on busy lanes. After calculating it, this little Holmes had to admit that his family Brother Sherlock's time estimation is very accurate, oh, damn, why am I always one step behind.

After getting in the car, Gerald was driven to sit in the first row with the driver—God knows that the distance between Sherlock and Dr. Watson would be the size of the next child!In the back row, Sherlock took out a map after the car started, and unfolded it on his lap with great interest.

John stretched his neck and took a look, "Hey, Sherlock, this is the floor plan of King's Cross Station, when did you get this?"

"When I saw the nine and three-quarters platform on the notice." Sherlock quickly replied, his eyes never left the plan, but studied the structure of the entire train station, "Think about it." Look, John, this is the train station. You must know that when we were in Diagon Alley, we fully realized the backwardness and stubbornness of wizards. There is no electricity, no Internet, no modern facilities, and some are full of magic. Utensils and odd objects, and now, we're going to a train station, which means wizards have at least one train!"

"Yes, a steam train, because they definitely don't know how to use electricity and more advanced magnetic levitation facilities," Gerald added boringly, and under the surprised eyes of the driver, Gerald turned towards Xia Locke curled his lips, then pointed at his head and shook his head, then shrugged in the eyes of the driver who quickly became sympathetic and understanding, and continued: "The location of the platform is very easy to find, you can find it by numbers, King's Cross Station No. There are four beads between platform nine and platform ten, and the ticket gate next to the third is the entrance, you know, wizards always like to play tricks."

"Moreover, I can be sure that the notices received by young wizards, whether they are from wizard families or ordinary people's families, should be the same. In other words, even wizards need to squeeze through the densely packed ordinary people. Then pass through that pillar to reach the platform..." Sherlock drew his finger on the ticket gate next to the third pillar of the ninth platform and the tenth platform, the corner of his mouth curled up, "The entrance is set in the society of ordinary people, which means, There is no inner passage on the road to Hogwarts, or there are other passages, but obviously, on this day, all the little wizards and their parents can only take this road, Wizards who don't belong to Hogwarts are not trusted..."

"Yeah, what an interesting wizarding world." Gerrard said here, his eyes lit up, solving a huge and sophisticated puzzle has always been something Sherlock Holmes can't refuse, just like a mouse seeing cheese , Difficulty controlling one's impulses and desires.

Dr. Watson stared at the floor plan, as if a flower was blooming on it. The driver's eyes were full of sympathy, and he felt that the child beside him was really kind. Ken agrees.

"Gerald, you should have realized that your first semester was wrong. It really is impossible for Holmes to have a peaceful study time..." Sherlock said as a matter of course. It's been a wonderful experience, McCoff may have been better, but his was different, often facing people's yells of 'get out'.Who made him not as proficient in human relations as Mycroft...

"Of course, after all, I'm the same age as the Savior. People who can't be named have an 80.00% chance of appearing in Hogwarts." Gerald said this, and suddenly began to think about whether the equipment he brought was enough. Well, a gun—Brother Mycroft used it for self-defense, anesthesia—ten high-concentration injections (all small doses, original packaging with pinholes, no pressure when placed close to the body), magnifying glass—exactly the same as Sherlock’s , these should suffice.

"So, how are you preparing?" Sherlock closed the floor plan and asked with great interest.

"I have prepared everything I can think of." Gerald said calmly, "Although it is difficult to stay out of the incident, I will try my best to restrain my actions. At least I will not take the initiative to get in front of the police like you. I have exposed myself completely. After all, there is no brother Mycroft in the wizarding world."

"Hmph." Sherlock stopped talking, and he glanced at John.

John sighed silently, "Gerald, can you write down what you saw and heard in the wizarding world? It's best to write a letter once a week, so that I can write something on the blog. You know, you This brother is not always able to encounter interesting cases to satisfy the mood of the fans."

"No problem, John, do you need me to send you some props or snacks for wizards?" Gerald replied very readily, he is not the same as Sherlock's arrogant, he is very frank and enthusiastic .Just, why only Sherlock met such a good pet!And he and Brother Mycroft didn't even meet each other? !It's not logical!

You know, when he first heard about John Watson from Brother Mycroft, Gerald's first feeling was that his second brother had met an emotional liar!After all, anyone's reaction to seeing Sherlock for the first time is 'Get out! ' Instead of being like Dr. Watson, not only did they live together immediately, but they also happily went to investigate the case together immediately!

Moreover, from McCoff's description, it can be clearly inferred that Dr. Watson also showed his loyalty and rejected McCoff's coercion and temptation!

doctor!Battle-hardened!High psychological quality!Why isn't such a good pet mine? !Gerald felt himself burning with jealousy.

"Okay, stop your thinking quickly, I'm going to be bored to death!" Sherlock said, looking ahead, an hour and a quarter of an hour passed extremely quickly in the conversation.

Sherlock had already seen the spire of the King's Cross train station, "We are about to get off the train, get ready, my brother, there should be people arranged by the Ministry of Magic in this train station, after all, today is a day for little wizards On the first day of school every year, you'd better find a companion before you get in the car, and then..." Sherlock glanced at Watson, "You can start enjoying your magical life!"

Under the sympathetic eyes of the driver, the car stopped.

The three of Gerald got out of the car, Sherlock handed over the fare, and Watson consciously opened the trunk and took out the suitcase.

"Thank you, I can do it myself." Under Sherlock's eyes, Gerald took the suitcase handed over by Dr. Watson, and he looked around. The crowd was bustling and lively.

At this time, a man's loud voice rang out from behind the driving taxi, "Damn, why do you have so many boxes?! Wait, I need to find a trolley to get these damn things Get in! You wait here honestly, don't play any tricks, you hear me?!"

Amidst the sound of a pile of things being roughly thrown on the ground, a short and hurried sound of a snowy owl was made, which immediately caused the man to swear again.

Then, a little boy replied nervously: "Okay, Uncle Vernon, please excuse me..."

Gerald raised his eyebrows immediately, and so did Sherlock standing next to him. According to Dr. Watson, there was basically no difference in the arcs of the eyebrows raised by the two.

"Oh, Gerald, do you need to get acquainted with your companion?" Sherlock said, turning around neatly, the beautiful black woolen coat draws a perfect arc, coupled with his natural superior attitude, it is unbearable Extremely.He didn't wait for Gerald's answer at all, and looked directly at the little boy who was waiting awkwardly by the car.

Black messy hair, bandaged glasses, green eyes, eyes wandering here and there, but just staring at the ground, pale with an unhealthy blush - nervous and unsure.The height is only 1.5 meters three, lack of nutrition, the clothes on his body are obviously not suitable, there are traces of oil stains and other stains on the sleeves and hems, not only that, but also curled up the raw edges... The little boy is covered with white messages appearing in Xia Locke's mind.

"Aren't you really going to get to know him?" Sherlock said to Gerald, showing the qualities that a caring brother should have, "I'm in charge of getting in the car, and you're in charge of getting your future classmates, you know, the informant Essential to a detective, my dear brother."

"Yes, Sherlock, on this point, maybe I need to learn from you." A young wizard with low self-esteem, but with strong hope and courage in his eyes, well... need to examine his brain and loyalty, If there is a little bit of it, maybe my pet has found it...

Gerald and Sherlock put pure smiles on their faces at the same time, one walked towards the disturbed little boy, the other walked towards the middle-aged woman and the fat boy in the car - Doctor Watson helplessly behind them I rolled my eyes, oh!Enough of you, Holmes!

"Hi, hello, are you also a little wizard who enrolled this year? Me too, what a coincidence, my name is Gerald Holmes, how about you?"

"Uh, that, yes, yes, hello...my name is Harry Potter..." Harry's face turned red visibly.