Harry of the Sherlock Holmes

Cornelius Fudge got out of the fireplace angrily, and yelled at Dumbledore: "It's during the holidays, what on earth are you looking for me to do? Is there any emergency that can't wait until the working day? "He was quite upset that his wonderful holiday had been interrupted.

Before Dumbledore could reply, Mycroft had already stepped forward, with a half-smile: "It's an emergency, can you take care of it if it's delayed?"

Fudge wanted to yell again.

Mycroft pointed the tip of the new umbrella to Fudge's nose, and said very clearly, without delay, "I thought even the stupidest dog understood that some people can't bark."

Fudge blushed: "You... who are you?"

Mycroft smirked: "Your lord is just a low-ranking official in the British government (his body language doesn't show that). Now I'm just a child who almost lost a relative to your incompetent government Uncle." He sighed unusually deeply, "After seeing your poor performance, I think it's quite normal for my outstanding employees to ask for a raise."

"How dare you..."

"That's the truth." Sherlock snorted, and it was rare to clearly agree with his brother's opinion so clearly. "Use your little godless eyes, and then move your empty little head." He motioned for Fudge to go to the principal's office where the stalker was killed. Pettigrew Peter, who was imprisoned, "Ah, do you remember how to use your brain? Do you need me to find a stick to help you stir? Dumbledore is a well-known master of transfiguration. If you want to get a stick of the right size It's not difficult at all."

Both John and Gregor didn't speak, they just stood aside seriously, and at the same time tried to half-shield the Holmes brothers with their bodies to prevent the angry Fudge from doing any stupid things again.They made sure their guns were loaded.

Dumbledore finally stood up and spoke, after he felt that Fudge had been taught a little lesson (that was not enough): "Connelly, of course we are looking for you in a hurry." He paused and continued to ask, "Do you remember him, Pettigrew Peter?"

"Ah..." Fudge thought for a long time before digging out that inconspicuous name from his memory, "That poor man who was blown up by Crazy Black with only one little finger left? Why did you mention it all of a sudden..." He stopped suddenly After all, even as an unqualified politician, he is politically sensitive enough to discover the problems.He saw Harry standing behind the parents, turned his gaze to the trembling Peter, finally noticed his little finger, and screamed in disbelief: "This is impossible!"

"It seems that you also realize what happened." Dumbledore said seriously. "Because of a frivolous trial, we let an innocent person go to Azkaban, and let the real murderer go free for 11 years."

"It's impossible." Fudge was still stubborn, "It's impossible for Peter to hide for 11 years without anyone noticing, and he didn't resist after capturing Sirius!" "Since you don't want to believe it, let us hear Listen to what the person said." Dumbledore said, "Severus, we need some potions."

Snape left silently, and after a while he came back with a small crystal bottle containing a colorless liquid, which he handed to Dumbledore.

"How dare you!" Fudge dissatisfied, "You can't use Veritaserum to interrogate prisoners without the permission of the Ministry of Magic! This is the law!"

"According to the law, you can't sentence people to Azkaban without a trial." John finally couldn't bear it anymore. He strode forward and ordered in the tone of the army, "If you need any damn permission, you can Hurry up and sign him, aren't you some goddamn minister"

"who are you"

"They are Harry's parents." Dumbledore didn't intend to explain more to him, "Can we proceed?"

Fudge snorted, then reluctantly agreed.They administered Veritaserum to Peter, who was still struggling.

"your name?"

"Peter Pettigrew."

"What happened 11 years ago."

"Si- Sirius, he said he was too conspicuous, and it was not safe to be James and Lily's secret keeper. He, he asked me to be their secret keeper, because I was even more inconspicuous." Peter's pale face burst out Big beads of sweat, "Dark Lord, Dark Lord found me. I—Harry!" screamed at Harry, and then begged in a low voice, "Harry, I have to. He wants to kill Killed me. He's going to kill me!"

Harry walked up to Peter quietly, his green eyes were particularly deep: "So you betrayed the trust of my parents? Then you framed Sirius Black, but you turned into a dirty mouse, hiding Spent more than ten years safely in the Weasley family?"

"Mouse, what mouse?" Fudge asked wonderingly, but no one paid any attention to him now.

Peter was still begging there: "Harry, listen to me."

Snape sneered, walked up to him and tore off the clothes on his left hand, an unusually familiar and terrifying mark was revealed before people's eyes.

Dumbledore sighed a long time: "Peterina, I always thought you were a good boy."

"I'm good?" Peter suddenly burst into tears and laughed madly, "You think I'm good? Which one of you has me in your eyes? That inconspicuous, bad-looking Peter Pettigrew. I'm just James and Sirius Poor dingy follower." He turned to Snape, "Even you, as a sworn enemy at school, never took me seriously."

Snape pursed his lips. Although he was confronted with James' foursome, he never paid much attention to this person.Peter wanted to call again, and Sherlock rushed forward and gave him a syringe of reagents.

"Three times the sedative. He'll be quiet for a long time," he said nonchalantly.

"Connelly." Dumbledore said to Fudge, "The facts are already clear, you should send two Azkaban escorted by Oro Peter, and then release Sirius." He used The tone was completely commanding, all of them had discussed this before Fudge arrived, and Harry finally decided to still hand Peter over to the law for punishment.

"You'd better move fast." Sherlock growled threateningly at him, "Two completely different perfumes, there will be a lot of people interested in who mopped the floor with you last night."

Fudge fled into the fireplace in embarrassment, almost dead.

"Let's go home first." John patted Harry on the head, then turned his head to signal Dumbledore, "Please let us know if you have any news."

"Father, Daddy," Harry said, throwing himself on top of Sherlock and John.

"what happened?"

"I love you."

"So are we."

Mycroft laughed and said, "Harry, don't you love me and Uncle Gregor?"

"Of course love." Harry begged for mercy.

"The bald fat man just stay there, if he wants a child, ask Greg to give you one!"

"Sherlock!" Lestrade stopped him from continuing to go mad, "you can't get a case from me if you're talking nonsense."

"Come on," Sherlock retorted, pulling a hand out of his coat pocket and taking Harry's, "You'd be stupid not to want my help."

Snape looked at the group of people with a complicated face and went back noisily.He really couldn't understand those Muggles - digging out the truth from the clues is not the most terrifying thing, he knew their keenness and wisdom when he first met them, Fudge, that idiot, deserved the irony .But Black was Harry's godfather, so they didn't worry about letting him out like this to make more chaos?

"They'll handle it well." Dumbledore noticed his gaze and said with a smile, "Harry is a good boy, and he has good parents."

Snape snorted, remembering the nasty confession and hugs between Harry and his parents just now, and turned around: "I'm going back to the office too. Do you want to explain to your followers what happened to their pets?" What's the problem?" Then he walked away without looking back.