Daily life of HP Sherlock Holmes

The train was moving along the river at this time, the trees on both sides grew taller, the sun was gradually sinking, and it was almost at Hogwarts.

"I very much hope that no one will come in the next time, but obviously, this is impossible." Gerald put away his tablet computer, the road map on the computer has been completely clear, the wizards This railway line was funded by wizards and then built by ordinary people. The Ministry of Transport and Communications of the British government has reservations for this line. Then, the information that Brother Mycroft handed over to himself should be 80.00% reliable. %.

"Huh? Why, are we so popular?" Ron put Scabbers back in his pocket, because since Gerald started talking, Scabbers' reaction has been a bit out of place, always shaking.

"No, it doesn't depend on how unpopular we are, but wizards, those powerful people, or the descendants of Mysterio before them, if they hear that Harry Potter is in this car, in this box , if you don’t have the curiosity to find out, then maybe Sherlock will become less awkward in the next moment.”

I don’t think you’re any different from your brother—Harry grumbled inwardly, looking at Gerald’s excited expression, although it’s nice to be needed, needing feels like it I'm a little speechless.Is co-authoring yourself actually a bait?Still fragrant, there will be various things to look up!

Inexplicably, Harry thought of Dr. Watson again...

"Sherlock..." Ron looked at Gerrard's disgusted and jealous look, and decisively swallowed the word 'who'.It's good for him to stay quietly. As a scumbag, never care about what is going on in the mind of a person who is beyond the word "scholar". Look at Granger just now, With just one sentence, he led the crying bag back in defeat.

The word genius is really extraordinary—Ron felt as if he had found a great proposition that urgently needed to be thought about, and silently immersed himself in his own thinking, trying to shrink his sense of existence.

"Harry, clean up the rubbish on the chair," Gerald said, pointing to the small pile of snacks left next to Ron, "if I'm right, in five minutes, there will be a It's also a newly enrolled little wizard with his attendant, who will be a typical rich man, to see if Harry Potter can be a friend. Hurry up, Harry, as a partner, this is how we look in the box That's not hospitality! Weasley, move your ass and wipe the stuff on your nose, although you have no brains, but as a wizard living in the world, you should ask for some news It can still be useful, as an informant, you should be so-so."

Sherlock Holmes's majestic appearance was completely unbearable, but the two little wizards in front of him couldn't lift up their strength at all.

Needless to say, Harry, this kid was very tolerant of his friends, and now he had a vague understanding of Gerald's temperament, so Harry just sighed, and was inexplicably called He didn't protest about his partner's affairs, and then started stuffing the small pile of snacks into his suitcase.

It was the first time in Ron's life that he faced someone like Gerald. He had a low self-esteem. Although he had a sense of resistance to authority, after the verbal training just now, Ron thought that unless he stayed away from this annoying guy Stay away, otherwise I can only endure - oh, of course, I will beat this guy severely one day, as long as he keeps revealing any secrets about himself like this.Now, for Harry's sake, he'd have no problem listening to Gerald himself.Moreover, Ron is also very curious about who will come after 5 minutes...

The things were packed within 2 minutes. Gerald stuffed a notepad into Ron's hand, asking him to record his words and deeds for a while, and then told Harry to go to the reception by himself, but he was going to say nothing Stay aside and watch.

"Why?" Harry tensed up, fidgeting a little, looking at Gerald.

"Because he's here for you, Harry." Gerald looked at Harry with deep eyes, and the beauty behind his eyelashes was heartbreaking. "These things belong to you, not me. After all, I can't be by your side forever, and I will leave for a little while."

Ron opened his mouth wide again, watching Gerald and Harry look at each other, subconsciously felt that something was wrong, but couldn't detect anything.

"Oh, well, I see," Harry muttered, and moved his hips a little closer to Gerald.

In less than five minutes, the door of the box was opened again, and three boys entered. The middle one, Harry recognized immediately, was the pale boy he had met in Madam Malkin's robe shop.He immediately turned to look at Gerald, who was almost shoulder to shoulder with him, and wanted to tell him that he had met this boy in Diagon Alley before.

However, he obviously didn't have this chance. The little blond boy looked at Harry with fiery eyes, and couldn't wait to say: "Is it true?" He asked, "People on the whole train are talking about Harry Potter's in this compartment. So, that's you. Right?"

"Yes," said Harry, looking at the other two boys, both pudgy and particularly ugly, standing on either side of the boy, one on each side, almost like a pair of his bodyguards.Ron lowered his head nervously, the pen in his hand kept moving, and looked up from time to time to look at the expressions of several people, even Gerald's was not let go - even though Gerald just swept over it with a blank face. The three boys bowed their heads at a glance.

Ron thought, could it be that Gerald meant disappointment?After all, Malfoy is just a spoiled brat, and maybe he came here just to show off and be curious, and he didn't have the meaning of the temptation that Gerald said at all...

"Oh, this is Crabbe, this is Goyle." The pale boy noticed Harry looking at them, and said casually, "My name is Malfoy, Draco Malfoy."

Ron coughed lightly to keep from laughing.Gerald lowered his head without responding, and Draco Malfoy glanced at them. "You think my name is ridiculous, don't you need to ask who you are. My father told me that the Weasleys were all red-haired and freckled, and that there were too many children to support. And that curly The one with the hair looks like a Muggle, really..." Draco curled his lips - hearing the words against Gerald, Ron looked at Draco in admiration, of course, Draco didn't pay attention at all - He turned to Harry and said, "You'll soon find out that some wizarding families are better than others, Potter. You don't want to befriend the odd kind of people, do you. I can help you with that. "

He held out his hand to shake Harry's, but Harry ignored it. "I think I can tell right from wrong myself, thank you." Harry said coldly, without raising his hand at all, he refused decisively.

Draco Malfoy didn't flush, just a faint blush on his pale cheeks. "If I were you, Potter, I'd be extra careful," he said slowly. "You should be gentle, or you'll end up going the same way as your parents. They don't know what to do. If you're like the Weasleys or the Hagrids, ah, and the Mudbloods, you're so nonchalant Mix with people, and you'll be affected."

Harry and Ron jumped to their feet, Ron blushing as red as his red hair. "Say it again," said Ron, throwing away his pen and paper.

"Oh, you want to fight, don't you?" Malfoy sneered.

"Of course not, Mr. Malfoy." Gerald's voice was slow and cold, "If I were you, I would quit now," Harry and Ron looked at Gerald, Gerald stood When Harry and Ron got up, Gerrard straightened his coat and looked at Malfoy expressionlessly: "I don't know what confidence you have to show off your power here, after all, you have to understand clearly You are the child of a suspect, and your family is caught in a dangerous gap, not only carrying crimes that should be judged, but also betraying your companions who are now in prison. In such a situation, how dare you come here? Challenging the savior who has just entered the wizarding world..." Gerald's arrogance was fully displayed at this time, but his two companions felt that he was extremely handsome at this time!

The faces of the three of Draco became paler, and the blush on Draco's face was gone.

"Your father, your family, taught a child like you. It seems that people in the magic world have completely lost their minds," Gerald said in a low voice, with a sense of oppression, "As a Children who are going to school all the time, even if they have no brains, they have heard the name of the savior, even if others don't think about the meaning behind it, then, as a child of Death Eaters—or so it should be said—you have not yet heard the name of the Savior. Have you ever thought about it? Even if your fathers showed their power, but now it is obvious that Voldemort is defeated, and there is no corpse left. Your relatives were tried and executed, and your fathers gave a large amount of property tremblingly just to protect their own freedom. But even the basic rights and interests cannot be guaranteed - your house will be searched at any time, your whereabouts will be recorded, your words and deeds will be monitored at all times..."

Draco was better, and the legs of the two big guys behind him were shaking.

"In order to maintain the last sliver of dignity of your so-called pure blood, your father has paid absolutely beyond your imagination..." Gerald walked in front of Draco, Draco took a step back involuntarily, his lip color It was all in vain, "So, the arrogance or threat you rely on is so fragile, do you...do you understand what you are doing?" The voice of the last sentence was so low that it was almost a whisper, Harry and Ron held their breath He could only hear it, but Draco felt that this sentence was like a thunderbolt, which made him dizzy.

After Gerald finished speaking, he looked Draco up and down, and then returned to his seat with his coat shaken.Harry looked at Gerald with sparkling eyes, and felt that Gerald was really incredible. Ron's eyes were even more awed. At the same time, he looked at Draco with a lot of confidence, There was also sympathy.

At this time, Draco and the two people behind him looked very pitiful. Draco was trembling like a little quail, and the two big fools behind him were not without brains. The whole person huddled together, looking at Gerald in horror, as if the Dark Lord appeared behind him at this moment.

"Okay, Hogwarts is coming soon, I think you should go back to your boxes at this time, and tidy up yourselves." Harry finally reminded him kindly, even though Draco was very angry before Malfoy's words, but as the first little wizard he saw, and now being threatened by Gerald, um...Harry decided that he should drive them away in a friendly manner.

Draco and the duo behind him left without a word, very fast.

"Ah, is this the wizarding world?" Gerald put his finger on his chin and said boringly, "It's full of little heads who can see the head at a glance, why should I accept the Hogwarts notice I should honestly choose a school in Oxford and Cambridge, and then find trouble with Scotland Yard every day like Sherlock. Anyway, with Brother McCoff watching, there should be no problem..."

Ron pouted, he didn't know who he should ask Sherlock first?Or should I ask what Brother Mycroft does or should I question Gerald's uninteresting evaluation of the wizarding world first?Oh, Merlin, it doesn't matter if you are born with three mouths, because facing Gerald, one mouth is enough to sink you into death.

On the contrary, Harry naturally sat back beside Gerald, and said comfortingly: "Gerald, I think the wizarding world is still very interesting, at least you haven't arrived at Hogwarts yet, have you? Just take a good look at the House, and I think Headmaster Dumbledore is a smart guy."

Gerald turned his head to look at Harry, shrugged: "Okay, Harry, you don't have to worry, the pure-blood families in the wizarding world are nothing more than that... at least the freshmen don't have to rely on their brains." Then, Gerald looked at Ron, who was still standing there tangled, "OK, ask Weasley, I think you're going to suffocate yourself."

"Who is Sherlock? Is Brother Mycroft your brother? The wizarding world is not so boring but extremely interesting!" Ron blushed and asked the second question, so Harry couldn't help but look at Ron. En's head.

"Look, look, Harry, as long as you use your brain casually, no one in the wizarding world should be able to embarrass you—" Gerald rolled his eyes, and then began to answer Ron's question, "Sherlock It's my second brother, the only consulting detective in the world, his favorite hobby is to hang out with Scotland Yard, or he can't wait to be Scotland Yard, and then dance face-to-face with those high-intelligence criminals, oh , of course, and Dr. Watson."

"Consulting the detective?" Harry's eyes widened, "I seem to have read something like that in a newspaper..."

"Ah, don't worry too much, Harry, you just have to think about me, that guy is under the watchful eye of Dr. Watson." Gerald quickly went on, and then continued: "Mycroft Holmes, I and Sherlock's brother, that guy is extremely responsible and always likes to worry about it. He does a good job and is privately known as the person who can control the British government, well, that's it."

Both Harry and Ron's mouths grew big—to be honest, Ron and Harry felt their jaws hurt a little after getting in the car. Could it be because they often opened their mouths a lot today? —The British Government! !

Ron knew the significance of the British government even if he had no common sense, not to mention Harry, who often saw high-ranking officials talking on TV and the envious eyes of his uncle, he had an intuitive understanding of it .

"Oh, Harry, if you come back with me at Christmas, you might be able to see my elder brother, and then you don't have to worry and be too nervous, that guy will only talk to you for a few words." Just like They should be treated the same as Dr. Watson.

"Is...is it?" Harry immediately became nervous when he heard this—a person at the level of a national leader!To meet myself!And talk to myself - what should I say? !