[Shen Xia + HP] The Magical Girl of Sherlock Holmes

After hesitating, "The memory looms—"

Hermione watched the gray mist diffuse from her father's body, gradually revealing all her memories about herself, toddler, laughing happily, crying in frustration, each one was so vivid and profound.But those pictures were disappearing one by one, Hermione fought back tears, this spell was very complicated, she couldn't fail.

By the time those memories of herself were completely gone, Hermione knew the hardest part was done, and then it was modifying their memories.Hermione's wand trembled slightly, "Your name is Wendell Wilkins, and your wife's name is Monica Wilkins. The biggest wish in your life is to emigrate to Australia. You don't like children and enjoy the life of a couple."

As soon as Hermione finished speaking, a chaotic white light shot out from the vine wooden wand, entering Mr. Granger's body.Then Hermione repeated the same trick, modifying Mrs. Granger's memory as well.In the end, Hermione flicked her wand hard, and all the photos that cast the Transfiguration Charm were also altered.

After doing this, Hermione couldn't hold it anymore.He squatted down, hugged his knees with his hands, and cried out loudly.

Seeing the girl crying so embarrassingly, McCoff felt strangely less disgusted than before.It's not that no woman has ever cried in front of Mycroft, on the contrary, they wept in various ways, forbearably, presumptuously, and softly.However, based on the politeness of a gentleman, Mycroft at most handed over a handkerchief, and then said a word of comfort.

But now, before McCoff had time to think, he had already squatted down, supporting the girl with his broad shoulders and strong arms.Mycroft had never realized that the girl was so weak.Yes, weak.McCoff held the girl in his arms and reflected quietly, not paying attention to the fact that his high-end suit was going to be scrapped.

Due to Hermione's status as a wizard and her clever mind, Mycroft has never seen Hermione as an ordinary girl.Of course Mycroft has always felt that this is the privilege of genius, just like Sherlock.Even when he was young.Mycroft also treats him as an adult, never hiding the shadows of the world.Therefore, although Shylock cannot understand human nature, he can speculate on human nature.

As for Hermione, he was the same as before, he never concealed his use of her, and because he lacked a responsibility from blood, he never interfered with Hermione's situation that had nothing to do with his plan.

So even if he knew that Hermione was broken in love, he was optimistic; knowing that Hogwarts was invaded by Death Eaters, Hermione was in danger, he thought that Hermione was outstanding, the situation was manageable, and she could handle it; until Hermione He asked him to arrange for his parents, and he also believed that Hermione could make the most suitable decision.

As it turned out, Hermione hadn't let him down, which was something to be happy about, wasn't it?Mycroft had been evaluating Hermione, from the first meeting to the present.Hermione proved herself to be a reliable enough partner without him being constantly ready to pick up the pieces.So he ignored that the girl had just come of age, not even really grown up under the laws of the British Empire.Even if she could do it, she would be heartbroken, not to mention that it would make him sad too.

Mycroft once thought that only Sherlock's loss would make him sad, but now... McCoff caressed the girl's soft hair, feeling those tears scald his heart.

Hermione cried for a while, feeling herself being held in Mycroft's arms, so ashamed she could barely lift her head.This was the first time Hermione felt what a hug between a man and a woman was like.Unlike the hug with Harry Ron, Mycroft's hug made her feel more powerful, contained and possessive.

Hermione looked up and pushed him away gently.Mycroft took advantage of the opportunity to let go of Hermione. Although he was quite nostalgic in his heart, the timing was not right.The situation was too dangerous, and Hermione was too young.McCoff told himself in his heart, this is the last chance, the last chance for you to see the wider world, and the last time to resist his crazy desire to control.

"I'm going back to the magic world, I'm afraid...it will be a long time before I see you again."

"Um"

"Have you figured out where the safe house is?"

"Think about it, the place where your parents are going to live in Australia, do you want to go and see it?"

"No, no need"

Mycroft gave Hermione a surprised look, thinking she'd want to go and see for herself to make sure she was safe.

Hermione knew about Mycroft's doubts, and explained: "We have a magic called Legilimency, which can obtain a person's emotions and memories from his mind. Voldemort is a master of this, and the only way to resist - the brain Occlusion, I haven't learned it, and I can't learn it alone. There is also a potion called Veritaserum, which is as good as it sounds, and the Dark Lord has a potion master. So for safety, I can't know my parents The exact location and the location of your safe house."

After thinking about it, Hermione asked worriedly, "Does your safe house have enough magic protection?"

Mycroft smiled confidently, and it was rare for him to let it go: "What do you think?"

Hermione frowned and thought: "As a safe house to defend against the wizarding world, although an ordinary Muggle house is inconspicuous enough, it is not safe enough. I think you will not pin your hopes on the enemy's carelessness according to your character, then this must be It's a house protected by magic." Seeing that Mycroft nodded, Hermione knew she was right, but it wasn't enough.

"How do you ensure that the magic in this house is strong enough and the person who casts it is trustworthy?"

"Are you worried about me?" Mycroft asked this obvious question, just to tease her, not expecting her to really answer.

"Yes, I am worried about you. The wizarding world is a strange place for you, and magic itself is too mysterious that no one can guarantee that all changes can be expected. Even your wisdom, Mycroft."

Even though this passage is euphemistic enough, the essence is still distrust of McCoff's ability.But Mycroft was not angry, nor did he offer his usual sarcasm.He shook the black umbrella in his hand, and instead of trying to express his IQ far surpassing others, and his complete plan, he said something that Hermione absolutely could not refute.

"The protection magic in that house was prepared by Principal Dumbledore for me. I think Mr. Principal should be a strong enough and trustworthy person."

"Principal Dumbledore?! This is too unbelievable, is it the magic performed by the principal himself?" Hermione asked excitedly. This girl or most wizards have an excessive admiration for the principal.This sometimes works surprisingly well as an excuse.

"Probably." Mycroft said vaguely, but Hermione didn't care about it, she just felt relieved about it. "Great, so you don't have to worry about being harmed by magic, at least you have an absolutely safe place."

McCoff raised his hand and pressed the girl's shoulder, and warned solemnly: "Hermione, no place in this world is absolutely safe. You know the story of that prisoner from Azkaban—Black. People are always right, you must firmly remember my words."

Hermione calmed down from the rare good news recently, yes, it is impossible to be too careful at this time.Not to mention saving the wizarding world, just protecting Harry and Ron requires that you be careful enough.

"I understand."

"Okay, it's getting late, your parents should be waking up soon, we're leaving." Mycroft took Hermione's hand, and pulled her out of the house slightly.

Hermione took one last look at the room and followed Mycroft without looking back.

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Hermione lay exhausted in the tent, and today Harry and Ron had their most violent argument in a while.It wasn't until Ron Apparated away, leaving behind the Horcrux Locket, that it was all over.

Hermione sank heavily into a chair, curled up, and began to cry.Harry bent down, picked up the Horcrux, and hung it around his neck.He dragged the blanket out of Ron's bed and gave it to Hermione, and then he left with a "I'll find our dinner" and left.

Hermione cried for a while, venting all the frustration, fear, and confusion these days.The search for the Horcruxes has not been smooth, until now only the locket has been found.It's a pity that they have no way to destroy it at all, they can only take it with them in turn, causing the emotions that were on the verge of collapse to completely collapse.What's more frightening is that they are helpless, that is, they do not understand the clues that Dumbledore may leave, and they cannot restore the broken friendship.

Hermione wiped her tears with her hand, and stood up to boil some water before Harry returned.Hermione opened the beaded bag to see if there was anything else to eat, and Harry probably couldn't find anything to return.Suddenly a mobile phone came into sight.Hermione grabbed at it like a life-saving straw.

Hermione hadn't been in touch with Mycroft since that meeting during the summer vacation.It was inconvenient to be in the Burrow with too many people, and then I was exhausted with Harry Ron and had no time.Now there was only Hermione left, and she couldn't wait to make the phone call, not caring that Harry might be back at any moment.

"Beep—beep—" After two beeps, Mycroft picked up the phone.

"Hermione, are you okay?" With just a few words, Hermione felt that tears were about to come out again.She quickly swallowed twice to stop her crying, she really didn't want to appear too weak in front of this man.

"It's not very good. We have no clue about the clues left by Dumbledore, and we only found one thing we were looking for. What's worse is that Ron left us. I hope you can bring me some good news."

"I'm sorry, I'm afraid I have bad news here too."

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