Harry of the Sherlock Holmes

"Nice to meet you, my dear brother." Mycroft put down the documents in his hand, took a cup of coffee leisurely and took a sip, not at all worried about the heavily guarded MI6 base where even a fly cannot fly in without going through a review I was surprised that two big living people ran out of here suddenly and I didn't receive the notice.As a matter of fact, the agents who were hiding in the dark and were about to do it all put down their guns and stared down at their toes after seeing the person who was dressed in a style different from their own boss and the familiar face. -Although this kind of thing didn't happen many times, but once the boss' younger brother took the initiative to attack and ran to the base instead of the boss Sai Huo doing it for him, then it would not be a good thing no matter what aspect it involved.

"Four spoonfuls of sugar and so much cream." Sherlock glanced at his coffee cup in distaste, "Fatty, you're so sick of it."

John looked at him reproachfully: "Sherlock, you can't say that about your brother."

"Thank you very much, John. Your presence can make Xiali realize the mistakes in many aspects." Mycroft put down his coffee and smiled very standardly, "I don't have any case that interests you here, Xiali. Go home quickly, Mommy will be worried."

"Don't get Mummy involved!" Sherlock put his hands on the desk and leaned forward close to Mycroft. "You know why I'm here."

"I don't know." Mycroft picked up a document and read it with a calm demeanor, "Charlie, the one who has not allowed me to act on you since I was 12 years old is yourself."

"Hmph, when did you really do this with your strong desire to control? I just found a bunch of cameras at home three days ago. Could it be that you have finally forgotten with dementia?" Sherlock sneered, "Stop talking nonsense , that case, the one where everyone at the scene fainted inexplicably, I want all the information on it."

"As far as I know, there is no case at all. Xiali, you have been too busy recently, you should take a vacation." Mycroft opened the drawer and took out two tickets from it and handed them to John, "Spain Good doctor, please pay more attention to my wayward brother."

Before John nodded and agreed, Sherlock finally couldn't stand his brother's perfunctory, and said like a machine gun: "I never knew what happened. Everyone fainted inexplicably that day, and they didn't remember what happened. That idiot Anderson even thought he was going on a date with Sally, and brought autopsy tools to the suburbs? They really had a lot of fun. I have text messages from Lestrade telling me to come over and some photos of the dead bodies in my phone There are still some things left in the photos and the small notebook that John used to record the case. But what happened to the records of Scotland Yard that have been erased after returning? People who are careless and have not even wiped off the traces of us will not think so Far away. So——what are you hiding?"

Mycroft rubbed his temples, and replied helplessly: "This matter has nothing to do with you." He knew that this answer would not stop Sherlock, but there has been too much chaos there recently, and he didn't want to see his dear brother in trouble again. danger.A while ago, he was struggling with the Middle East and the United States, thinking that Greg and John would always be watching him, so he didn't pay much attention to monitoring Sherlock.Unexpectedly, the commotion over there became louder and louder, and it was even sent to the subordinates of Scotland Yard.He could have wiped the records of those cases but now Sherlock had noticed something was wrong.

"It has nothing to do with me?" With a sharp cry, Sherlock hopped around in the office where the Prime Minister of the United Kingdom needs a formal attire for plastic surgery, and took a picture of his phone on the table, "Look at these wounds, these are not caused by ordinary weapons .Combined with the strange things we have encountered, it can’t be that the lunatics from some of your institutions are conducting some experiments.”

"Mycroft, just tell us." John also persuaded, "No matter what method you use, this kind of thing can't be kept hidden forever. If you are worried about confidentiality or something, Sherlock will help you with that." Is there still less top secret involved?"

"I guarantee that this matter was not done by any research institution. John, I also know that you care about those people who died tragically, but this is really not an area that you and Sherlock can control."

"Can't handle it?" John really didn't think that there was anything Sherlock couldn't solve in the case, "You don't want to tell us that it wasn't a mysterious weapon that caused those wounds, but a wizard's spell. A black and white wizard war on British territory? Mycroft, this is not funny at all." He made exaggerated facial expressions at will, and he was very different from these two high-intelligence brothers sometimes understanding things. understanding, and then something he suddenly realizes, and seeks confirmation in disbelief, "This can't be true, can it."

For a while, the room was so quiet that the wind outside the window could be heard, until Mycroft sighed insignificantly, and Sherlock grabbed John and left.

"Sherlock, Sherlock! Slow down!" John had to run a few steps to catch up with Sherlock.

"Why on earth do you think of wizards?" Sherlock stopped suddenly, so that John almost bumped into him, "because you usually like to watch those magical novels and movies that are mysterious, completely unreliable and unreasonable?"

"I was just joking, you and Mycroft are the ones who take this unreliable possibility seriously." John spread his hands, comforting Sherlock who was irritable because he didn't come to a conclusion immediately, "said Maybe it's a joke, honestly, I wouldn't be surprised if this is the way you guys have a new brother war."

"I'm not kidding, neither is that fat man." I don't want to admit that my brother is correct in many things. Office 'joking', tell me, John, what's the reason?" His face was contorted with eagerness for answer two.

"It's probably just an intuition." John didn't know how to explain it, "It's like when you have a premonition that you'll be hit by a bullet at a certain moment on the battlefield."

"But you got shot in the end," Sherlock was very dissatisfied with this explanation, "Intuition is an irrational thing, it-"

"Sherlock!" John wanted to snarl at the "always sane" detective, "we're—" Discussing wizards! .

"Oh, here comes the new corpse." Sherlock looked at the phone with bright eyes, "Whether it's a wizard or something, we're going to the scene now."

"Hey, Mycroft compromised so quickly?" It wasn't like his usual style.

Reaching out to get a taxi to get in, Sherlock said happily: "I just hacked his database, and it will take a while before it returns to normal. As for why the case fell into our hands? Anyway, it is one of the few in Scotland Yard. Wise man, Lestrade is equally full of doubts about these events. Now—to hell with Mycroft."

While Sherlock was rampaging around the scene after finally discovering some small clue on the body, Harry also came here alone.Recently, the Death Eaters have become more and more rampant, and began to kill people wantonly in the Muggle world, and then left the Dark Mark.On the one hand, they need to hunt down those vicious criminals, and on the other hand, they need to rush to erase the memories of those Muggles.Due to insufficient manpower, he even needs to travel to several places in a short period of time.

But when he carefully pushed through the grass and saw the people inside, he knew it was still too late—the last time he and Ginny recklessly modified the memories of several Muggle police officers were criticized by the team's brains. Hermione's strong condemnation, because it is impossible for them to erase people's memories and records of those case information at the same time.But Hermione later told him that the matter had been wiped out, and no one should notice, just don't do it again.

But now Harry saw those people again. Is this just a normal Muggle procedure or did they become suspicious?He hesitated, it was obviously not a wise choice for them to continue the investigation; but he remembered Hermione's warning - this time it was even more impossible for him alone to make so many people faint at the same time, let alone the follow-up treatment, The person who helped erase the records last time may not always clean up troubles for him.Harry showed a wry smile. Except for being called out when he needed to boost morale, his title of "savior" actually didn't have much effect, at least those politicians would not be willing to talk to him.

Harry fiddled with his wand in frustration, trying to move it to the left so he could see more clearly what the Muggles were up to.

"Who's there?!" John suddenly raised his gun and pointed it at the grass.

Before Harry could throw several possible spells to fight back or escape, he stood up involuntarily: "Me."

"Are you a wizard?" Sherlock saw the small wooden stick in his hand at once.

"Uh...yes, I am." For some reason, Harry suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, he patted the dust off his body, and stretched out his hand, "Harry Potter, just call me Harry."

"Hello, Harry, Dr. John Watson." John put down his gun and shook his hand. "These two are Consulting Detective Sherlock Holmes and Inspector Greg Lestrade."

"So can you explain to us what happened?" Lestrade asked, God knows that the moment he heard Sherlock talk about wizards just now, he thought this careless guy had used it again!

"Uh... ok."