Daily life of HP Sherlock Holmes

"Well, the parchment," Sherlock threw the fainted owl on his experiment table, and began to carefully observe the parchment in his hand, "the writing is cursive and the ink is even," he stroked his finger on the parchment, Sherlock lowered his head and smelled the smell on the parchment, "The cashmere has been cleaned for about a year. The font size on the parchment is moderate and smooth. It is a quill pen that has been used for more than 20 years. However, something like a notice Printing and copying is more convenient. This should be a trick of the wizarding world. The age of the handwriting cannot be determined, but the person who wrote this handwriting has a brave quality and a very profound cultural background, um, in other words , a little reckless, thinking that he is righteous..." Immediately afterwards, Sherlock quickly read the contents of the parchment.

"The content of the notice should be similar. The book materials are on the second sheet. The handwriting is typical print. It is obviously changed for the convenience of different teachers. The first sheet of parchment should only change the name and address, the principal. It can be concluded that he is an old man, over a hundred years old, highly respected, and has made outstanding contributions, but his desire for power is not heavy——Ha, Mycroft, learn quickly——He has a strong will and can be judged to be a genius among wizards , likes children, it's obvious, he has great endurance, facing a group of lively little wizards, this point in his character is simply necessary, aha, and the desire to control, well, Mycroft, I shouldn't Let you learn from this old man. Oh, he must have had a wonderful past..."

"Gerald, look at Sherlock now, you can't do this after you enter Hogwarts," Mycroft's melancholy expression was natural, and he looked at his 11-year-old little brother, "although You have always looked like an idiot, but as a member of the Holmes family, I should be able to look forward to it in terms of IQ."

"Brother Mycroft, mother and father are coming to London this Sunday, and I have agreed to accompany them to see Les Misérables for you." Gerald replied indifferently, that angelic smile could almost melt people's hearts.

"..." Mycroft stared at his younger brother.

"It's enough for Sherlock to accompany me to go shopping, you really don't need to go." Gerald said sincerely and innocently, "Why do you keep busy, big brother? I really understand. "

Mycroft's cheek muscles twitched, and Sherlock, who had already analyzed what abilities the course was cultivating, immediately raised his head: "Mycroft, it seems that your dentist is becoming less and less useful. Better to change him. And, Gerald, I have to admit that the school and place you are going to is really interesting. Just the information revealed on this page makes my blood boil. Where is your envelope? ? Give it to me, hurry up, and shut up."

Gerald, who wanted to say something, had to shrug his shoulders, shut his mouth, and handed the envelope with the Hogwarts school badge to Sherlock. Next to him, Dr. Watson, who had completely recorded what Sherlock said before, came together. He came up, took the parchment, took a photo with his mobile phone, and then looked tentatively at McCoff. With McCoff's official smile, Dr. Watson pressed the upload button without hesitation. .

"Listen, my dear youngest brother, even though you are old enough to be my son." Mycroft turned around and looked at Grande condescendingly, turning the umbrella in his hand, "But It's a pity that you are my brother, the most special goldfish in the world," Mycroft looked at Gerald's raised eyebrows and shrugged, "Yes, Sherlock is not a goldfish. And you are. You The world that is about to go is dangerous and mysterious, but there is no defense. The wizarding world has long been under the surveillance of the government, and what happened in that world is based on the "Mystery Events Handling Regulations" and the wizard's so-called "Muggle World". The Protection Act is kept secret from the outside world, so you should know how to do it. Finally, based on the fact that you have not shown any ability different from ordinary people for 11 years, I have to worry that you will enter the so-called Hufflepuff Comments such as honesty and honesty are completely inappropriate for you, so when choosing a college, please remember that you are a Sherlock Holmes."

Gerald shrugged. He glanced at the second brother who was in a state of frenzy, then at the elder brother who was not about to end his words at all, and finally observed from the corner of his eye Hua Hua who was typing content on his blog word by word. Dr. Sheng, sighed in his heart. As the only normal person in this room, er, who just has a little thrusting habit and unfortunately has a certain desire to show off like his second brother, Gerald urgently needs the assistance of the landlady to get rid of it. The current situation allows him to study his notice carefully.

Oh, well, according to the constant mumbling of the second brother next to him, I already know the characters and behaviors of the principal and vice principal, um, maybe the teacher?

Sherlock put down the envelope and glanced at the school badge on it, "Yes, the four colleges, the lion represents Gryffindor, according to the notes in the acceptance letter inside, the person who wrote it must be a Gryffindor, it will be this Is he a respectable principal? Well, it remains to be determined. According to the division of personality and psychology, this principal should be born in Gryffindor. Four animals, different colors of the background, represent the different division standards of the four colleges? I guess Character must be one of the most important judging criteria. To be honest, my dear brother, Slytherin is your best choice. There must be a lot of interesting things in it that you need to discover, remember what I showed you yesterday It must be very interesting." After saying this, Sherlock threw the envelope aside.

Satisfied, he began to toss the owl, put on white plastic gloves, and slid over the owl's outer feathers, wet.Then I opened the poor owl's beak to check its tongue, then turned it over, carefully observed the direction of the belly feathers, raised its two claws, observed the nails and the skin on the exposed claws, Then carefully cut off a little bit of claw tips and feathers, and finally, Sherlock picked up the scalpel on the kitchen table, ready to disembowel the thin owl to check its internal organs and the contents of its stomach.

"No! Please, my good brother, I still need it to send me a message! God knows if there will be another owl from near Braemar, east of the Grampian Mountains in Scotland, after this one dies !" Gerald howled and rushed forward, "If you dare to do it, I will tell my mother immediately that you want them to move to London! And I am happy to live with them!"

Sherlock paused immediately when he heard the words, then turned to look at his younger brother.

The 11-year-old boy has a helpless face. His curly black hair is exactly the same as his own, and his eyes are also like his cat's eyes with slightly upturned corners. His face is the same as McCoff's, with a melon-shaped face with baby fat... Ah, what a shock People watch it and love it or hate it.

"Enough is enough, Charlotte, our little brother needs this owl to get ready for school, we just don't know if it will save his IQ in a castle full of little wizards. And, this owl is not from Greg It's near Braemar in the eastern part of the Lanbian Mountains, but it comes from a large plain in the eastern part of the mountain range, Gerald, it's better for you to get familiar with how to exercise your brain." Mycroft raised his eyelids and looked at Xia Xia. Locke, at last, glanced at his watch, scanned all the people in the house where Sherlock and Watson rented, paused on the ground with his umbrella, "Okay, gentlemen, this is the end of the meeting, I now Goodbye, and finally, Gerald, as an added bonus to celebrating your birthday today, the second day in London, I will be by your side when your tutor arrives from Hogwarts From Diagon Alley, so you should understand what my request is."

"Okay, I promise Father and Mother won't come this Sunday."

"Then, goodbye." Mycroft went downstairs, leaving his young brother in the room with the unreliable Sherlock and the somewhat reliable Dr. Watson.

Faced with the departure of his eldest brother, Sherlock didn't care, but stopped the digging work with some regrets, "Yes, the Grampian Mountains in Scotland, the hidden plains in the east of the mountains, there may be rivers passing through them. There is a lake..." Sherlock said, continuing to play with the poor owl: "The gray owl is an adult and strong. It usually lives in deciduous forests, sometimes in coniferous forests. It prefers places near water sources. It is mainly distributed in The cold lowland area... a symbol of bad luck, like a wizard, really a good pairing." Sherlock said, playing with the owl and tilting his head.

Gerald shrugged his shoulders, stepped forward and lay down on the side to watch his second brother busy, he stared at the fainted owl, thinking about how it found its position so accurately, and what, The location on the envelope was so precise it made Scotland Yard police officers weep.

"Stop it!" Sherlock turned his head to look at his younger brother, "Don't move your little head around me," then he raised his chin and motioned to his computer, "Go and see if there is any commission, if you can You don’t have to report to me the case you have solved, remember, only those with a score of eight or more can bother me.”

"Okay, Sherlock, since you asked so." Gerald turned around, came to Sherlock's computer, opened Dr. Watson's blog, and before reading it, he smoothed his curly hair and flattened it down. After a while, I tidied up the little vest on my body, and finally tidied up the cuffs of my striped shirt, and then slowly began to watch those people on the Internet asking for help.

"Damn it! This is the second time. I've already deleted the words about wizards. Why can't I publish it?" Dr. Watson shouted, and continued to delete and edit his article in disbelief.

"Give it up, my dear doctor, information about wizards is top secret, well, even though it's known to some people." Sherlock gave up torturing the owl, and slid onto him amidst Watson's wailing. Behind him, bent over, "Oh, little Gerald's notice? What's the title? Magical school, yes, well, respectable old man, exciting and interesting adventure, John, are you writing a wizard novel?" Sage, brave man, you only need to invent another demon king, and this story will be complete."

"Hey, dear brother, I'm just going to school, not to solve any exciting and interesting cases," Gerald twitched the corners of his mouth reservedly, the arc was exactly the same as Sherlock's.

"Is that so? Then, my dear little brother, can I trouble you to send all the samples of land and plants around you to your brother who is thirsty for knowledge after you arrive at Hogwarts? Of course, books that are extremely safe and not life-threatening are also very important. Welcome." Sherlock said with a smile, a pure smile, he blinked his cat's eyes, and looked at his brother eagerly.

"Why don't you ask Mycroft, he wants to wait for you to bow your head and think that you will cry when you sleep at night~"

"Holmes, that's enough! Put away your desire to perform, show off and complain, Sherlock, now, immediately, go wake up that poor owl, Gerald, and write your reply letter!" John said After finally giving up the act of publishing this blog, he raised his head and looked at Sherlock behind him: "Only in this way can your Christmas come quickly, isn't it? Hurry up and act!"

"Oh, well, John, you're always right." Gerald stood up.

Sherlock glanced at Gerald, then pretended to arrange his silk pajamas, and then went to wake up the owl with its feet upturned under Dr. Watson's urging eyes.

"New fun, really good~"