Harry of the Sherlock Holmes

"Fatty, why are you here!" Sherlock glared at his brother like a cat with fried hair.

"Harry is my nephew."

"It's enough that I'm here, go see your dentist!"

Mycroft ignored his hostility as usual, and replied with a smile: "Dr. Granger said my teeth are fine."

"Have you finished reporting your health? Then you can go."

"Sherlock..."

John and Lestrade sat aside with coffee cups, looking at the two smartest people in Britain who would immediately turn into children's quarrels once they met, and guessed when they would quarrel this time.

They didn't have to wait long because their guests were finally getting impatient.The man in black robe who was the professor of Potions at Hogwarts introduced himself: "Two gentlemen, do you have any concept of business in your achnatherum-covered brains? I think we need to know when Mr. Potter will come back .”

Sherlock and Mycroft stopped their quiet conversation, as if they had just met visitors who had been in the house for nearly half an hour.

Ignoring the sarcasm, Sherlock approached the potions professor and asked in a decisive tone: "You like Harry's mother."

Snape glared at the curly-haired man, "What are you talking about?!"

"You once gave your allegiance to the so-called 'mysterious man'." Sherlock waved his hand casually under the stare. "Don't be surprised, we know a lot more about the situation than you think."

He spoke faster, "It was the headmaster next to him who acted as a guarantor to keep you from going to prison. This incident may be seen as the old headmaster's love for the students, so it is really touching. But when I came to Harry today He didn't choose other people who have been following him but to walk with you, why? What special meaning does Harry have to you? Why is the headmaster so sure of your loyalty? ——You and Harry's parents are in the same class of students, you Must have known each other. For Harry's father? No, you mentioned 'Potter' with obvious distaste, it could only be Harry's mother. Your Headmaster trusts you more than anyone else. So You hated Harry's father, but would do anything for his mother to protect him. You..."

"You love Lily Potter. Or, Lily Evans." Mycroft finished speaking for Sherlock, his eyes swept over the man in black robe who had lost his eyesight, and turned to the tall and thin man with silver hair and beard wearing a colorful cloak The tall old man said slowly: "As my younger brother said, we already know a lot about the current situation about Harry. But I think you may need to know our information. As his parents, some communication is still It's necessary, isn't it?"

Dumbledore conjured up a cloth to wipe his half-moon lenses, and replied, "Of course."

When Harry returned to 221B, what he saw was a scene of adults at war, and he was not particularly surprised at first—even if it was a case he liked, Sherlock would do everything he could to block Mycroft , then he suddenly noticed the strange attire of the visitors.

John opened his mouth before he asked a question: "How's the interest group going?"

The boy's attention was suddenly diverted, and he said excitedly: "Great! The machine works very well, the teacher said that we will definitely win the grand prize of this competition." He turned and looked at Sherlock with longing eyes , "So, father, can I borrow the lab bench?"

"As long as you pay attention to safety, of course you can." John replied bluntly, letting Sherlock beat down his son's dissatisfaction with taking his fun away.

Harry made a face at Sherlock, then turned his gaze back to the old man with silver hair and beard.

Seeing that the communication between their father and son came to an end, Dumbledore introduced himself to him: "Harry, hello. I'm Albus Dumbledore, the headmaster of Hogwoods School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I'm surrounded by the school's Potions professor Severus Snape."

"Hello principal, hello professor." Harry saluted them, tilted his head after thinking for a while and added a few words, "I know you, so are you here to send me a notice? I thought it was the responsibility of the owl .”

"You've learned a lot." Dumbledore nodded, a pair of blue eyes sparkling behind the half-moon eyes.He smiled, but there was a special solemnity in his tone, "Then my child, do you also know what you are about to face?"

"Yes." The boy's answer was concise, clear and resounding.

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"He is an outstanding boy." Dumbledore commented to the people around him.

After a whirlwind, they returned to the principal's office.As Snape breathed out in the comfort of the red-and-gold armchair, Snape reluctantly admitted that despite Dumbledore's unflattering taste in dress, his office could still feel like himself. sense of reliability.He looked at the Pensieve in front of him, the silver liquid inside was still spinning rapidly, and did not respond to the principal's comments.

"I know you've been hit hard today."

"Those stupid Muggles!" Even after watching this memory again, Snape was still amazed at the reasoning ability of the two surnamed Holmes, and his originally sallow face turned pale.

Dumbledore smiled: "Me too."

Facing the man with still empty eyes, he said frankly: "His relatives are indeed unexpected. I don't think Harry's aunt will treat him any better except for the protection of blood magic. They have no intention of preventing the boy from returning to his family." The world, but they won't let him go alone, they're doing everything they can to protect him."

"They're demonstrating against us." Snape said this almost hoarsely. "They know enough about us, but we know almost nothing about them."

The old principal was silent for a long time, and finally replied: "Severus, I think we are proud of having magic, and it has been too long to forget that there are many powerful forces in this world."