Daily life of HP Sherlock Holmes

Harry swore it was the weirdest Christmas he'd ever had.Standing next to him, Inspector Watson and Inspector Lestrade touched his head respectively, pretending not to see the Sherlock Holmes sitting next to him, and the two began to chat, including the recent case.

Ron and Hermione kept looking at Mycroft and Sherlock—these two miraculous great brothers had made them curious for a long time—Hermione looked at Mycroft carefully, and felt that Gerald's eldest brother It's really imposing, um... so full that people ignore his appearance, height and... hairline... and, Gerald's second brother is really handsome!When Hermione's eyes drifted to Sherlock, she blushed silently. Unlike Gerald's immaturity, Sherlock was obviously more full of the charm of an adult male.

Gerald looked at Hermione speechlessly. Ron stuffed a pineapple pie into his mouth and leaned closer to Gerald and said in a low voice, "Your two brothers don't seem to have a very good relationship." The air in the room was so tense that even Ron, a guy who couldn't read people's faces by nature, noticed it.

Gerald smiled and said nothing, Harry rubbed his stomach, then glanced at Inspector Lestrade who was standing beside him and was looking at his watch, and decided it was better to be self-reliant, so he asked politely: " Merry Christmas, um... would you like something, sir?"

"Is there a sandwich? You are Harry Potter, right? Can I call you Harry?" Lestrade smiled and lowered his head and said to Harry, still wearing his usual coat, "I am Ray Strade, work at Scotland Yard, Merry Christmas." Harry nodded, blushing a little - Lestrade's smile was very warm, and his demeanor was mellow and steady, which made people feel trustworthy.

Ron glanced at Gerald's two brothers who were still confronting each other, wisely continued to eat without saying a word, and silently left Gerald's side, and sat down with Hermione - he could see that Gerald is not in a good mood either, um... he is just a weak little wizard, so it is better not to provoke Gerald at this time.

And... Ron glanced at his elder brother Mycroft Holmes, who was more excited to provoke Sherlock's emotions with just his eyes. That elder brother's aura was much more imposing than that of Minister of Magic Fudge. Knowing that he is a person who is in a high position and is used to giving orders, such a person is still the big brother that Gerald admires...

Ron felt that for his own sake, he should stay away from Gerald's two elder brothers.

"Are you going to sit like this and stare at each other through Christmas Eve?" Mrs. Hudson is worthy of being the owner of this house. She bravely placed a plate of fruit salad on the middle table in front of the two brothers. , and then remind them, "There are children in the room, you are grown-ups, and you have to lead by example, gentlemen."

Sherlock frowned when he heard this, he glanced at the people in the room, and paused when he saw Watson—the latter was looking at him with disapproval—Sherlock stood up helplessly and said: " Well, it's a rare Christmas night, so, now, I don't know if I have the honor to play a song for everyone?"

Watson immediately raised his hands and applauded, and turned his eyes to the others. Inspector Lestrade sighed, put down the sandwich in his hand, and began to applaud, so everyone in the room except McCoff and Gerald Face applauded eagerly, and then watched Sherlock take his violin and pose with his long legs.

The melodious violin sound randomly echoed in this small room.

Watson finally breathed a sigh of relief. He pulled Harry, Hermione and Ron to sit on the sofa by the wall—the girlfriend he brought over had gone to nowhere—of course, Watson also Not noticing the disappearance of his girlfriend at all, he grabbed the teacups on the coffee table and poured tea for a few guests, "Fortunately, Sherlock is not so capricious, um, who wants to add sugar? By the way, Harry, after Christmas, do you have any Any plans? Going to see London? Is there anything I can do for you?"

"Well... this..." Harry glanced at Gerald who was talking to Lestrade, "Let's see what Gerald means, I don't know what he has planned."

"Shouldn't be staying with Gerald's second brother!" Ron said eagerly. He glanced at Sherlock who was playing the violin. "I've already told my mother that I will come back every night. I live at home, so I don’t need to prepare my room, the fireplace is very convenient.”

"That means you'll be doing activities with us during the day, right? But didn't Gerald say that we have a small group activity after Christmas, doesn't that mean we'd better live together at night?" Hermione said, He took a sip from his teacup.

"Harry, do you know of Gerald's arrangement?" Watson asked.

"I don't know." Harry nodded his glasses, feeling a little headache, "It's just that Gerald has been writing to Draco these days, as if trying to persuade Draco to come over after Christmas …Uncle Watson, I may still have to trouble you when the time comes.”

"Okay, there's nothing wrong with that." Watson smiled, and when he was about to say something else, Gerald and Lestrade came over together. As soon as Gerald came over, he said directly: "It's about us Question of what to do after Christmas?"

The people on the sofa all looked at him in surprise, and the expressions on their faces showed the five words 'how do you know'.

"Don't show such a foolish expression, I'm here to announce our post-Christmas activities - we're going to a military training ground to exercise our skills." Gerald said calmly: "It's not very strong, it's just a general experience. By the way, let someone design a set of reasonable and effective measures to protect ourselves. After all, it's only a few days after Christmas. We will return to Huobi in two weeks. Gwartz is gone, free up the time before this."

"Wait, Gerald!" Hermione stood up with a look of surprise on her face. "We are only 11 years old now, we can't even reach the legal age to hold firearms! And..."

"Don't worry, my elder brother is here for everything." Gerald lazily interrupted Hermione, not caring about the rudeness at all, "Our current situation is more complicated. It's good to go and see, After all, what you are going to meet is the leader behind an anti-social serial terrorist case. Although the remnant soul has been wiped out, the mark on Professor Snape's arm has not disappeared, which proves that the guy is not dead yet, so, We need to be a little more prepared.”

Gerald looked at Hermione, and said very imposingly and persuasively, "And it's only a few days, it's just a short-term trip!"

Travel your sister! !Does anyone travel to military training grounds while traveling? !Don't think I didn't see the look on Inspector Lestrade's face behind you!He's about to cry, right?What on earth have you Holmes brothers done to him!Hermione sat down silently after a series of growls rolled in her mind.

Harry beside her patted her on the shoulder, then raised his head and asked excitedly: "Can we really touch the gun?!" The long-handled, more powerful, such as submachine guns, Jack The pistol that Radsey had given him looked like it belonged to a lady, and he had given it back to Gerald.

Gerald blinked and said, "There shouldn't be any problem. We can leave when Draco comes over tomorrow. Well, of course, our guardian will follow."

"Who?"

Gerald smiled very warmly: "He is a good man, standing in front of you - Inspector Lestrade! I believe he will be able to take good care of us."

Dr. Watson's sympathetic eyes immediately glanced over, and Lestrade sighed again, feeling that he had aged a lot.

Just when the little wizards were excitedly discussing the arrangements for the next few days, the sound of the violin stopped at some point, and Jasmine ran downstairs with red eyes, while Sherlock drank from a cup with an expression of indifference.

"Oh, damn it, what did Sherlock do again!" Watson said angrily without any strength, but the expression on his face was extremely helpless. He turned his head and said to Gerald and the others: "Go ahead, I want to I want to have a good talk with Sherlock!"

Dr. Watson is worthy of being a soldier. He quickly grabbed Sherlock and went to the kitchen for a heart-to-heart talk.Hermione and Ron stared dumbfounded at the complex and difficult relationship in the adult world, and wisely felt that there was something wrong with it.

"Hi, have you seen John?" The beautiful woman with brown hair suddenly appeared, she looked around the small room as she spoke, but she didn't find the boyfriend who invited her over.

"Uh..." Ron looked at Hermione, and felt that if he told the location of Dr. Watson at this moment and disturbed the relationship between Watson and Sherlock, his end would be miserable, so he turned his attention to Sherlock.

"..." Hermione stuffed a mince pie into her mouth very quickly.

"Doctor Watson? I'm sorry, we didn't see it." Gerald smiled, and Inspector Lestrade beside him was staring at his fingers in a daze.

Watson's girlfriend looked at Mrs. Hudson who was talking to McCoff, bit her lip, and found a place to sit and sulk.

At this time, McCoff finally settled Mrs. Hudson. Because of Jasmine's incident, the elder brother had to deal with the topic of mutual care between brothers from his younger brother's landlord. Mycroft resolutely brushed off the topic of giving guidance to his younger brother's emotional problems.

Feeling that it would be a waste of time to stay here any longer, Brother Mycroft stood up. He didn't care about his younger brother and his roommate who were having a heart-to-heart conversation after closing the kitchen door. Instead, he came to his youngest brother, deeply He glanced at Gerald.

Gerrard was baffled by this look.

"Very well, this Christmas seems to be going well." Mycroft said inscrutably, he glanced at Hermione and Ron, his eyes stopped on Ron for a while, and then he raised the corner of his mouth: "Merry Christmas, My dear little wizards. Lestrade, we must go."

"Uh...but..." You haven't eaten the Christmas dinner yet...Harry stood up and tried to persuade him to stay.

"Merry Christmas, brother, have a good journey." Gerald interrupted Harry, and bid farewell to McCoff very naturally.

"Very good, goodbye." After finishing speaking, Mycroft took his umbrella and went downstairs. After Lestrade hurriedly nodded goodbye to several people, he hurriedly followed.

As soon as Mycroft left, the atmosphere in the room immediately relaxed.

Ron asked curiously: "Gerald, what on earth is your elder brother doing here? Is it just to watch us eat?" During the few 10 minutes that elder brother Gerald was here, except for a few sips of wine, he basically did nothing. Didn't eat anything.

"It's not bad if he showed up." Gerald shrugged and sat down next to Harry. "You know, Mycroft is the kind of busy social person whose official documents can be piled up to the ceiling."

"Okay, so what exactly is he showing up for?" Ron asked.

"Well... let's take a look at you..." Gerald said uncertainly.

"Really?"

"do not know……"