Harry of the Sherlock Holmes

They walked along an archway, and Harry looked back sideways to see that the archway narrowed suddenly, and then became a solid wall again.

The sun's glare falls on a stack of pots outside the nearest store.There is a sign hanging above the pot, which reads: Copper—Brass—Pewter—Silver Cauldron, Complete Models, Automatic Stirring—Foldable.

"Oh, you need to buy one," said Hagrid, "but we've got to get the money first."

"We have money," John said beside him.

"Of course, sir," Hagrid replied, "but wizard money is not the same as Muggle money. And Harry's parents also left him an inheritance at Gringotts."

"Gringotts."

"Wizard's Bank, we've seen the documents there, John." Sherlock answered him, expressing displeasure at his slowness.But obviously the content in the book is very different from being in the field. Even Sherlock himself can't match everything in front of him with his previous understanding.

"Too little." He muttered, worried about the lack of information.

Harry wished he could have eight more eyes to see all this magic, but he didn't have the time.Having a parent who is sometimes younger than you in mental age clearly contributes to a child's development.

He and John spent a lot of time making sure Sherlock didn't get lost in a corner or startle someone by rushing out because of obsessive observation-passing a fat woman standing outside the drug store and saying "dragon liver", It took almost all of their strength to grab Sherlock.

A low and soft whining sound could be heard from a dark shop in the distance. Sherlock listened carefully, and then quickly highlighted a few names "Grey Forest Owl, Screech Owl, Grass Owl, Brown Owl." Xiao Xiao, Xue Xiao."

"How do you know?" Hagrid looked at him in surprise, they could already see the sign of the shop: Eilah Owl Shop, and it also marked all kinds of owls - Sherlock was right about none of them.

"They sound very different."

"Yeah, those guys just can't tell the obvious breeds apart," Hagrid complained to Sherlock. "You must be an animal lover. What else do you like? Dragons are my favorite."

"Dragon. That would be awesome!" Sherlock looked like he was about to dance. "You have a dragon?"

"I don't. They don't allow it," said Hagrid despondently. "It's such a beautiful creature. But I have a lovely dog ​​named Fluffy..."

Harry and John decisively ignored the conversation between the two "animal lovers" and focused on their surroundings.Several boys of about Harry's age had their noses pressed against the glass of a window in which broomsticks were displayed. "Look," Harry heard a boy say, "that's the new Nimbus 2000—top speed—" and there were shop windows full of baskets of bat spleens and eel eyes, piles of spell books, Quills, rolls of parchment, medicine bottles, moon globes...

John put his arms around the boy's shoulders and asked him with a half-smile and half-sigh: "Harry, before it is destroyed by those dark wizards, will this place really not be demolished by Sherlock?"

The boy gave him a mischievous smile back.

With hidden worries about the destruction of the world, they finally came to a snow-white building towering above the surrounding shops. Beside the shiny bronze gate stood a figure in a scarlet gold uniform. His hands and feet were very tight. Tall, dark-faced, with a pointed beard, and probably a head shorter than Harry.

John couldn't help sighing.Harry snickered, John was the one in the family who believed in those "beautiful" stories the most.Reality was clearly going to disappoint him.

When they finally returned from Gringotts to the sunny street, their pockets were bulging from Garen's pockets.Harry took out enough money for a term from the coffers left to him by his parents, and Sherlock exchanged pounds for more (it is certain that Baker Street will welcome many new residents, and John's sigh is already loud enough that even Hagrid All noticed.)

"Can you go buy your uniform first?" Hagrid said, pointing his head at Madam Malkin's Robe Shop. "Harry, I'd like to go to the Leaky Cauldron for a refreshing drink, don't you mind? The little pusher from Gringotts The car is so hateful."

"Of course." John replied, his nerves as a doctor were touched, and Hagrid looked really bad.But it should just be motion sickness, he thought of the crazy "roller coaster" diagnosis when withdrawing money.So Harry and his fathers went to Madam Malkin's long-distance running shop.

Madam Malkin was a squat witch with a big smile and a purple dress.

"A Hogwarts uniform, my dear?" she said before Harry could speak. "We have a lot of them here. To be honest, there is a young man trying on clothes in it right now."

At the back of the shop stood a pale, thin young man on a footstool, and a witch was pinning up his black robe.Madam Malkin made Harry stand on another footstool beside the young man, and put a robe on him, pinning it to the right length for him.

"Hey," said the boy, "are you going to Hogwarts too?"

"Yes," said Harry.

"My father is helping me buy books next door, and my mother is looking for a wand in the street." He drawled his words in an annoyingly slow, annoying drawl. "Then I'm going to drag them to see broomsticks, and I don't understand why first-years can't have their own broomsticks. I'm thinking, I'm going to force daddy to buy me one and figure out how to sneak it in."

"Then what research plan do you plan to use after you bring it in?"

"Scheme?" What kind of research plan is needed if the broomstick is not used to fly?Draco Malfoy was puzzled by this question, he would not find a fool to talk to.

"Yeah." Harry nodded with a smile, the gleam in his green eyes made the boy on the other side swallow his words of ignorance, "I've read the introduction that the magic circle on the broomstick is extremely powerful, I want to disassemble and study it Isn't it necessary to formulate a careful research plan?" Sherlock smiled aside, and John glared at him.

Draco took a silent breath, and he looked at Harry with a broken heart, "Broomsticks are for flying!"

"Yeah." Harry nodded not very sincerely.It must be used for demolition in our house, he added in his heart.

"Ever played Quidditch?" He had to say something to correct the man's erroneous impression of flying.

"No," said Harry, but he had used John's pistol.

"I did. Dad said it would be a disgrace if I didn't get picked for our house team. I'll say, I agree with that. Do you know what house you're sorted into?"

"I don't know." Harry said, he had already learned some information about the college, but he hadn't made a choice yet - observation is the most important thing to do at this stage, isn't it?

"Of course, no one really knows which house they'll be sorted into until they get there. I know I'm going to be sorted into Slytherin, though, because my whole family went there - if sorted into Hufflepuff Qi, I think I'll quit school, what do you think?"

"Why?" Harry directed the boy to say more.

"Because Hufflepuffs are all idiots."

"Oh." If that's the case, then he definitely wouldn't go to that academy. His father is the smartest person in the world.But the boy's evaluation was obviously not objective enough.

"You're so sure of your colleges that they're genetic?"

"Inheritance? This is indeed related to blood." Draco was stunned for a moment, "Your parents are both wizards, right?"

"They are." Harry nodded, "but they're dead, and none of my adoptive fathers knew magic."

"Oh, I'm sorry," Draco said, remembering some of the rumors he'd heard before, "That's terrible, isn't it? Living with Ma...ordinary people." His overall impression of the strange boy wasn't too bad, In a temporary change, he can understand the Dharma.

"Sherlock and John are not ordinary people."

"But you said..."

"They don't know magic, but Sherlock and John are not ordinary people." Harry emphasized.

"how can that be?"

Before Harry could answer, Madam Malkin said, "It's ready, my dear." Harry immediately jumped off the footstool - Sherlock had finished researching the shop and was impatient to wait. .

"I'm leaving first, Hogwart goodbye!"

"Okay, then we'll see you at Hogwarts," the boy said in a drawn out tone.

During the ensuing journey, Harry and Sherlock asked Hagrid more frequently. From the boy's words, they learned that the discrimination in the wizarding world was much more serious than imagined.

They bought some school supplies, and then bought Harry's school textbooks at a bookstore called Lichen.When Harry finished picking out a few books that he was interested in, Sherlock was still searching frantically. He shrugged to John: "Dad, you will have a hard time in the future." John has always been Sherlock's best book. the experimenter.

John smiled back at him: "These are all magic books."

The boy's shoulders slumped, and he looked at John pitifully: "Oh, my God, Dad, you will protect me, right?" He was the only wizard in the family.

"Oh, Harry." John imitated his tone. "That's your father."

Sherlock remained extremely interested in their next journey, and they took away a lot besides what was on Harry's list - the materials in the wizard pharmacy were obviously very in line with Sherlock's hobbies.John asked him to promise that no matter what experiment he did, he would not put himself and his son in danger.

After they walked out of the drugstore, Hagrid went over Harry's shopping list again.

"Just your wand left - oh yes, I haven't bought you a birthday present yet."

Harry felt himself blushing.he looked at the fathers

"You don't have to—"

"I know you don't have to. Well, I'm going to give you an animal, not a toad. Toads fell out of fashion years ago, and people would laugh at you. I don't like cats either, they always make me sneeze. I'll give You get an owl. Children love owls, and your father does too, doesn't he? And they can deliver parcels and letters for you. You don't mind me giving Harry a present, gentlemen."

John shook his head and thanked Hagrid.And Harry didn't know how to explain to Hagrid his misunderstanding of Sherlock's beauty, but Hagrid was right that he really needed an owl to keep in touch with his family.

Twenty minutes later, when they were leaving the dark babbling owl shop, leaving the rustling of wings and jewel-like eyes, Harry was holding a large birdcage containing a The beautiful Xue Xiao was sleeping soundly with her head buried under her wings.Sherlock had also bought a black sparrowhawk, which Harry guessed he might be planning to use for supplies - they'd gotten quite a few mail order brochures just now.

"That's all that's left of Ollivander now, and you're sure to get a good wand there."

The shop is small and shabby, and the gold lettering on the door has peeled off, and it reads: Ollivander: Fine Wands Since 380 BC.A wand stood alone on a faded purple upholstery in a dusty window.

As they entered the shop there was a tinkling of bells from somewhere at the back of the shop.The shop is small, with nothing but a bench.Hagrid sat down on the bench and waited. Harry had a strange feeling, as if he had come to a strictly controlled library; Thousands of long and narrow cartons.For some reason, he suddenly felt hairy.The dust and silence here seem to make people feel that mysterious magic is hidden.

"Relax." John rubbed his hair, "You're here to find your combat partner, aren't you?"

Harry nodded and took a deep breath.The wand was his dream.He knew that the wand would be as much to John as his gun, would be a half of him.

But the next thing is not very pleasant, the shopkeeper who appeared out of the blue scared Harry enough, and he also mentioned Harry's parents' wand and his scar.Fortunately, he finally found his own wand.

"Extraordinary combination, holly, phoenix feathers, eleven inches long. Nice and pliable."

Harry took the wand, feeling a sudden heat in his fingertips.He held his wand high above his head, swished it down, and saw a streak of red light across the dusty air, and the top of the wand shot like fireworks, dancing spots of light onto the walls.Hagrid applauded, and Mr. Ollivander yelled, "Oh, that's great, oh, really, that's great. Oops, oops, oops... so wonderful... so wonderful..."

He put Harry's wand in the box, wrapped it in brown paper, and kept saying, "Wonderful... Wonderful..."

"Excuse me," said Harry, "what's so strange to you?"

Mr. Ollivander looked at Harry with pale, colorless eyes.

"I remember every wand I ever sold, Mr. Potter. I remember every wand. Well, two tail feathers from the same phoenix, one made this wand, and the other Another wand. You were destined to use this wand, and its brother—well, its brother gave you that scar."

Harry gasped.

"Yes, thirteen and a half inches long. Yew. It's a wonder how this should happen. Remember, it's the wand that chooses the wizard... I think you'll do great things, Mr. Potter... …Anyway, the mystery man whom I cannot nominate has done big things — big things, albeit terrible."

Harry's feeling a bit off, but Sherlock is clearly interested in the question: "So you think there's a connection between them? (1)"

Ollivander paused, looking at Sherlock.

"Harry is our son now," John confirmed to him.

"Yes, I think they are somehow related."

what connection?Harry couldn't help thinking about this question on the way back to Baker Street, he could clearly feel the solemnity in the adults' tone.But he quickly put it behind him - it's his birthday and there's a house party waiting for him!

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