Harry of the Sherlock Holmes

When John returned wearily from an emergency patient to Baker Street, he found the house completely silent and Sherlock was nowhere to be seen.

Where did this great detective go to toss about?While he was worrying, he heard a rustling sound coming from the room.

"Sherlock, what are you doing?" John walked over, but only saw a beautifully wrapped gift box with a card inserted in it.

"What is it?" John glanced at the still beating box, and carefully picked up the card to read, hoping that it wouldn't be another mobile phone from a pervert.

【Dear Papa,

Draco and I recently made a potion, hope you like it.

love you,

Harry]

Harry has been here?Could it be that Sherlock went to his son to visit their research?But what kind of potion can make the box jump together, John was full of curiosity, and he opened the bow on the box.

"John!!!" Sherlock jumped out of the box and onto the tip of his nose.

"Sherlock?! Why are you in the..." box?John immediately realized that what Harry sent was not a potion, but an "experiment" that had taken the potion.

"The kid gets less fun as it gets older," said Sherlock.Climbing up to John's head along his clothes, he ordered: "Mobile phone."

"Are you sure you can play like this?" John pulled him down and said in disbelief as he looked at the little figure about ten centimeters tall.

"Phone." Sherlock insisted.

"Okay." I'll see how you use it.John took out the mobile phone that Sherlock had thrown on the sofa and handed it to him, and the curly-haired man was immediately pressed on the table.But this obviously didn't dissuade him from fiddling with the phone. After a while, Sherlock had "conquered" the phone, put it on the ground, and looked up the information by himself.Then he danced on the table like a dancing figure in a music box: "Aha, there's a new case with Lestrade, at least a 7!"

John looked at him helplessly: "You want to go to Scotland Yard like this?"

"Can't?"

"Of course not." There was a group of ordinary people there.Harry too, how could he give his father that potion?

"I need cases to keep my brain alive. Lestrade needs me to cases so he can get his prisoner."

"Scotland Yard can function without you."

"So they get scolded all the time."

"Then you stay at home, I will go to the scene, and we will contact through video." John suggested.

"No, boring~~" Sherlock shook his head, as if if you didn't let me go to the scene, I would blow up 221B.

John grabbed Sherlock who was climbing on his head again: "You like being on my head?"

Sherlock looked at him triumphantly: "I can't see John, you are still quite tall."

"Sherlock, you bastard!" John put him on the table gently, seemingly fiercely, "If you want to go to the scene, just wait here for me." Then he went upstairs to search for things.

After a while, he brought back a delicately woven handmade hat and balls of wool, and viciously tied Sherlock to the hat.

"about--"

John put the hat on his head and warned: "When we get to the place in a while, we are only allowed to look at it, and we are not allowed to talk nonsense. If you have any conclusions, come back and call Gregor."

Sherlock squirmed, deciding not to tell the enraged doctor that the thank-you gift his patient had given him was actually a milliner.

(to be continued...the follow-up will be completed in this chapter)

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The author has something to say: Mycroft walked into the office with a smile that made every one of his subordinates shudder.

He had just picked up a cup of coffee leisurely, when he saw a man in black walking in tremblingly: "Boss, Inspector Lestrade... No one saw him come out of your house today. He has not gone to Scotland Yard now. report, and I didn't ask for leave." The voice became quieter as I got to the back.

Mycroft raised his head and glanced at him: "Understood."

The person who came came back as if he was pardoned, "Yes."

At this time, Mycroft's bulging suit pockets began to move, and after a while, a silver-haired villain struggled to appear: "You didn't ask me for leave? People in the field will worry." The police profession, Losing contact is not the usual worry.

"It's all right, Sherlock will tell them." Mycroft pulled the little figure out and placed it in his palm.

Lestrade was so anxious that he almost jumped up in his palm.Sherlock?It's no wonder that Sherlock's "brother-hating" guy knows what's going on and doesn't add fuel to the fire.etc……

He looked at Mycroft: "Why do you have this kind of potion?" Sherlock, who suffered a loss once, didn't let Harry destroy them all.

"There is no need to destroy it, just change the target of the drug."

So he and John were sold by the little guy to protect the results of the experiment?Lestrade was heartbroken, his well-behaved nephew was spoiled by these black-hearted elders.

"Harry is fine." Mycroft could tell at a glance what he was thinking.He picked up the small spoon used to stir the coffee and brought it to his lover: "Take a sip?"

"No." Lestrade was taken aback by the "huge monster" in front of him, and flatly refused.Leaving aside Mycroft's special penchant for adding sugar to his coffee, how would he drink it? Would he lick it?

"Licking a spoon is not good..." Licking me is a much better choice.Mycroft put down the spoon, hinting meaningfully.

Lestrade jumped on the table angrily, and saw the dessert on the side again: "Sweet coffee and sweets, Anthea is being coerced by you again?" Great contributions have been made along the way.

"She's gone on a business trip." Mycroft was complacent, and his performance in front of Lestrade had always been exposed, which was very much in line with the "Bastard Holmes" model.

No wonder the performance has been very good after returning home for the past few days. It turned out that he relieved his hunger in the office, and Lestrade continued to protest: "Then you can't eat... Ohhhhh Mike!!!" He was wiped all over by Mycroft cream!

"Try it, it's a special product and doesn't have many calories." The man who did something bad looked calm.

"I don't need it!!!" Lestrade snarled at him, couldn't help but grabbed a handful of cream and was about to throw it over.

"Grey, the few pages in front of you are cooperation documents with M and other countries."

Lestrade slipped and was almost confiscated. He forgot that everything in Mycroft's place was not to be touched. He looked left and right and thought about what to do with the sticky cream in his hand.

"Let me help you." Mycroft leaned over, without reminding the other party that it was just a typed draft document, and if needed, just typed out another copy.

On X, X, X, the British government ate his dream dessert.