Daily life of HP Sherlock Holmes

Sherlock sent away the ashen-faced Vernon family with a smile on his face. Facing the amazed Harry, Gerald felt that he didn't need to worry about Harry's ability to accept reasoning. Now, he needed to What I was worried about was how to establish a taller image than Sherlock in Harry's mind!

This is the first pet candidate I have chosen!How can Sherlock be destroyed? !

At this time, Harry's mind was still echoing the long series of words that Sherlock had just said when facing Uncle Vernon.

——"I'm not a villain, nor a caring person, I just think your family is very interesting. After all, why would you be a person like you who weighs about 100 pounds and has a dull, stupid brain that doesn't think about any problems? Feeling anxious, irritable, or even uncontrollable fear, you must know that your health is not good, you may suffer from fatty liver and invisible heart disease-ah, of course, you have not been to the hospital for examination, otherwise, you will not You can eat so healthy, these emotions are not good for your health. From this point of view, you are not dissatisfied with your family itself, so it seems that you are very dissatisfied with your nephew being a little wizard .”

The Dursleys felt like they were going to stop breathing, and Vernon's mouth grew wide and his face turned purple.

"You have a good wife, and you are very satisfied with your family, but only your own family, not your relative, um..." Sherlock's eyes quickly slid over Vernon Dursley's clothes, "You should hold a middle-level position in a company and have the hope of promotion, but the boss should still be under investigation. You think that your work and career are very successful, but in fact it is true compared to ordinary people. Are you A person who pays attention to his own reputation and decency is very repulsive to things that are different from common sense, so he is so repulsive to your nephew, but for some reason—maybe it’s a threat—you can’t get rid of it.” Xia Xia Locke said, looking at the creases on Vernon's leather shoes, the ironing marks on the sleeves, and the cuff buttons are a pair of ordinary obsidian...

"Sherlock!" Dr. Watson yelled, and under the expressions of the Dursleys as if he had seen a ghost, he said with a smile: "The weather is really sunny today, isn't it? Let's go in with the children quickly, after all, the driving time Coming--"

Then, as if the Dursleys had been flipped, the Dursleys finally moved from their stiffness, and Vernon hopped into the car as fast as he could, Petunia pounding her fist with her mouth, the other clenched. Holding their son in their arms, the family started the car and fled quickly.

"Sherlock!" Watson covered his face, "Look at what you've done!"

"I didn't say anything, I just wanted to praise that gentleman for his love for his wife and son..." Sherlock pouted.

Harry's mouth was long, looking at Sherlock, Gerald next to him was very upset, he patted Harry on the shoulder, and after Harry came back to his senses, he said: "Harry, come on, Let's go into the station together, and I don't think you know where platform [-] and three-quarters is. I do, so just follow me."

"Oh... oh!" Harry said in a daze. At this time, Watson had neatly piled his luggage on the cart, and even the snow-white owl had been properly placed.

Gerald watched Sherlock walk into the station first, and quickly grabbed Harry to follow. As for the luggage——Dr. Watson really couldn't be more considerate.

"That man..." Harry pointed to Sherlock who was walking ahead, "Is it someone of yours? He...he's amazing! Everything he said, God, is true! Uncle Vernon... …I mean, we only saw him for less than a quarter of an hour!" Harry said, looking at Sherlock with a look of admiration in his eyes.

Gerald smiled: "Yes, my brother is naturally the most powerful, I am extremely stupid, not as capable as Brother Sherlock."

"Really?" Harry smiled shyly, "I'm not that smart, and I didn't study well in school before, it seems that the two of us are the same..." There was a reassured look on Harry's face , as if Gerald would accompany me to fail the final exam at Hogwarts in the future...

"Yes, you are absolutely right." Gerrard, who changed his method and strategy, was about to hold back and then rise, making a blockbuster. "In the future, I may need your protection at school." Look at what Dr. Watson did. He shot the criminal who wanted to hurt Sherlock in the first place (this is a very good guess , why didn’t Scotland Yard understand?!), and then repeatedly served as Sherlock’s god assists-Gerald completely forgot at this time when Watson was dragging his feet-it was extremely useful.

Watson was pushing the luggage cart behind the two little wizards, listening to their back-and-forth conversations, and looked at the little wizard with glasses-Harry Potter with pity. The words of Harry Potter that appeared most frequently in the mouths of Sherlock Holmes in the time, it is estimated that various plans and assumptions in the hearts of Sherlock and Gerald have been pushed to the ceiling, oh, maybe they are all broken, look now The way Sherlock walked, he was about to jump up.

Gerald was about to jump up too. While talking to Harry about his previous life, his mind was spinning at high speed.

The savior of the wizarding world - the lightning-shaped logo on Harry's forehead accurately shows his identity, oh, it's like being stamped with a quality inspection stamp - he is praised and worshiped by the wizarding world, but Living among ordinary people for the past ten years, or in a family that hates wizards and magic, has lived an unsatisfactory life.Look at this attire, the small body is below the average height of a child of this age, if not for the fact that there are no signs of scars through careful observation, Gerald almost thinks that Harry used to live in the black brick factory .

Gerald's eyes glanced at Harry's neck, the clothes, trousers, and shoes around his waist. The color of the front and back of the neck is somewhat different, which proves that Harry often works in the sun, and that time is the best time to pull weeds and tidy up the garden. , that is to say, this kind of menial work should be under Harry's responsibility.There are thick calluses on the fingertips, between the thumb and index finger, the middle of the palm, and the five joints. It seems that not only the work in the garden, but also the cleaning work in the house should also be dry, and there are oil stains on the cuffs and chest It also shows that Harry still needs to handle the kitchen work - the little housekeeper!

Gerald was very moved. Dr. Watson is not good at housework. As a soldier who came down from the battlefield, it is very good to be able to cook the vegetables after shopping in the supermarket. When it comes to packing things, Dr. Watson His level is about the same as Sherlock's, so 221B always looks so messy.

Now, knowing that his intended pet has hidden attributes of a housewife, Gerald immediately begins to thank God for his mercy.

He was so moved that he almost forgot Harry's identity - well, 'almost'.

The routine went very smoothly. Harry told his life at Aunt Petunia's house without any hesitation. Not only that, he also opened his heart to express his worries, fearing that he would not be able to return home after arriving at Hogwarts. Being kicked out, in this case, he really has nowhere to go.

"You don't have to worry about this, you have to know that your reputation is known to everyone in the whole wizard!" Gerald comforted Harry, thinking that he was better than Sherlock at 01:30, look, at least he could see He understands people's faces and can comfort them, and there is no need to count on Sherlock! "Besides, if you are sent back, then I don't think there is any hope of going to school. We can come back together at that time. If there is any difficulty, I can ask my brother to help you." This brother refers to Brother McCoff.

Harry glanced at Sherlock who was walking in front and was scanning the crowd back and forth, with admiration on his face: "Really? If this brother of yours is so good at helping me, then it shouldn't be... no problem..." As Harry spoke, a little confidence rose in his heart.

Shouldn't he keep a low profile... Gerald felt that his pet was going in the wrong direction!

"Sure enough..." Sherlock stood under the light sign on platform nine, rubbing his hands excitedly, "Wizards are everywhere, and they are aboveboard. The British government should have reached some kind of agreement with the government of the wizarding world, and this The agreement must have made Mycroft extremely upset, ha, it's really exciting!" The gloomy face of his elder brother appeared in his mind, and Sherlock's mood became better and better.

Gerald looked at the crowd around him. The frequency of the people coming and going was different, but there were always a few who just changed their posture or moved back and forth according to a certain pattern, and some...disappeared in front of the third In the ticket gate next to a pillar—are these wizards all idiots? !This kind of eye-catching, as long as anyone with a brain can see that something is wrong...

Gerald looked at Harry, who was turning his head back and forth with a mixture of confusion and excitement.

"what happened?"

"Nothing, no, I mean, we should be there all right, but where's platform nine and three-quarters? Gerald, didn't you say you knew?"

"It's that simple... Harry, don't tell me you don't know..."

"Is it very simple? I can't find it at all!" Harry returned with an innocent face.He watched back and forth, even wondering whether to take out his wand and tap on the ticket gate between platforms 9 and 10.

Gerrard hastily stopped Harry's thoughts without a word. At this moment, a group of people passed behind him, and occasionally a word or two floated over.

"—of course full of Muggles—"

Gerald and the others turned, and it was a short, fat woman talking to four fiery red-haired boys.They each pushed a suitcase like Harry's - he had an owl, too.

Harry's eyes widened immediately, and Gerald and Sherlock exchanged glances, then Gerald patted Harry on the shoulder and said, "Look, there are little wizards coming again, follow them, our destination I found it, of course, but the angle of view needs to be selected first." So, the four of them made a circle, and Sherlock looked at the crowd around him, estimated the pace and speed of the crowd, and then led them in the upper left corner. Stand at a distance so that you can hear the conversation of the family.

Immediately, several people around looked over, and after realizing that there were two ordinary people and two little wizards among the four people, they randomly looked away.

Sherlock and Gerald frowned.

Harry's heart was pounding as he focused entirely on the redheaded family.

"Okay, what platform is it?" the children's mother asked.

"Nine and three-quarters!" cried a fiery red-haired girl, holding her mother by the hand. "Mom, can I go?"

"You're too young, Ginny, now, stop talking. Percy, you're the first."

The boy who appeared to be the oldest walked towards the middle of platforms 9 and 10.Harry stared at him intently, not daring to blink for fear of missing something - but just as the kid reached the junction of platforms 9 and 10, he sprinted towards the ticket gate and disappeared gone!

Harry's eyes widened again, he couldn't believe his eyes, but Gerald next to him was very calm, and everything did not exceed his expectations.

"This is magic." Doctor Watson sighed in a low voice, and the smile on Sherlock's face was so happy that it was about to set off fireworks. "Fortunately, there are still a bunch of books from wizards waiting for you to read and experiment." Watson understood Sherlock's words very well. Sherlock nodded, looked down at Gerald and Harry, and thought for a while.

At this time, "Fred, it's your turn." The fat woman said.

"I'm not Fred, I'm George," said the boy. "To be honest, you said you were our mother, but why don't you recognize me as George?"

"I'm sorry, George, dear."'

"Just kidding, I'm Fred," said the kid and walked on, his twin urging him to hurry up.He must have listened to him, because he disappeared in a blink of an eye-the two rushed to the ticket gate one after another, and then disappeared.

Harry closed his mouth, excited - this is the entrance to the wizarding world!

Harry turned his head, wanting to share his excitement with the little friend he just met, suddenly, a big hand touched his head and rubbed it——Sherlock looked down at Harry, with a smile on his face A gentle smile: "Harry, even though we just met, I still want to send my sincere wishes, I wish you all the best and peace, well, you and Gerald hurry in, there is only a quarter of an hour left It's time."

Harry was stunned, never, no one rubbed his head like an elder.His eye circles were a little red, and he opened his mouth stammeringly and said, "Thank you...I mean, thank you, thank you very much for your blessing, let's go now—"

Dr. Watson gave Sherlock a reproachful look, then bent down and hugged Harry with open arms, "Pay attention to yourself, my dear Harry—well, may I call you that—you have to listen to the teacher at school. If so, study hard, and then, come back safely, we—Sherlock and I welcome you to Christmas, not only welcome, but also sincere hope!" John's words were so simple and moving that Harry burst into tears Eye sockets twitched.

"Thank you very much...thank you!" Harry said over and over again, he now accepts others' kindness with a little trepidation.

Sherlock neatly put away Harry's hair in his hand, then nodded to Gerald, Gerald shrugged helplessly, indicating that he knew.

"Okay, Harry, don't be moved, let's go now, or we won't be able to catch the train if it's too late!" Gerald ruthlessly pulled Harry out of Dr. Watson's arms, and then pulled the cart handle. Stuffing it into Harry's hand, carrying his own suitcase, he urged Harry to run.

"Then, goodbye—"

"See you later—"

Two small figures disappeared at the ticket gate.

"Oh, that's enviable," said Sherlock.