[Comprehensive British and American] Go, Pikachu!

"So, is there something wrong with that kid?" Tony asked once inside the house.

"You can say that." Mycroft nodded, and at the same time put a document in front of Tony, "Look at this."

Tony raised his eyebrows, reached out to pick it up and looked through it, "Harry Potter?"

"The child's name?" Sherlock interjected, looking at Mycroft.

"Yes." McCoff nodded, "Obviously he was fostered at the home of his uncle and aunt, but he was not taken seriously." McCoff said with a slightly raised eyebrow.

"In this case, why didn't his uncle throw him into the orphanage? A not-so-rich family is raising another child. This kid who suddenly appeared is obviously a problem." Sherlock knocked on the back of the sofa Speaking of.

"But they can't. They are obviously afraid of something, or there is someone they dare not provoke, but they have no choice but to accept it."

"Oh, does he have something to do with the mysterious force you've been investigating!" Sherlock's gray-blue eyes flashed with excitement, and he said with certainty.

"Sherlock, I told you, you can't touch this."

"Really, I haven't heard of it." Sherlock, who had been secretly wanting to know what Mycroft was investigating, spread his hands and said, with an innocent expression on his face, as if he really didn't know.

Mycroft looked at him calmly, he still doesn't know what his brother's virtues are.

"Wizard?" Suddenly, Lance frowned and said, pointing to the document in Tony's hand, "Do you think baby, no, Harry has something to do with wizards?"

"That's right." Mycroft changed his posture, nodded and said with his legs crossed, "there are wizards in England, I have already proved this, but they seem to have their own space to live alone. I'm isolated from ordinary people, so I spent a lot of effort to investigate a little clue, and what you see in your hands is all."

Pointing to the document in Tony's hand, Mycroft said while looking at Lance, "Do you know a wizard?"

"Yes, there are wizarding schools in the United States, but..." Lance nodded.

"But the wizards in America are not like the wizards in England...so, closed?" Mycroft searched for the right words appropriately.

"After all, the United States, you know, Avengers, Justice League, mutants, I think it's okay to add another wizard." Tony handed the information to Sherlock who stretched out his hand.

"Indeed." Mycroft nodded with a smile.

"May I take the liberty to ask, can you contact your wizard friend?" Mycroft looked at Lance and said.

"Sorry." Lance shook his head apologetically, "I don't know where he is now, and I don't have his contact information."

"It's nothing." Mycroft nodded, not disappointed. Obviously, he also expected this situation.

"Then what do you mean now? Let us send the child back again, so as not to disrupt your monitoring of those British wizards?" Tony looked at McCoff and said.

Lance's heart tightened, and he moved his fingers to say something, but Tony grabbed him and patted him comfortingly.

Mycroft raised his eyebrows and looked thoughtfully at the two hands that were clasped. Lance blushed and pulled his hand out.

Only then did McCoff say with a smile, "Don't you want to adopt this child?"

"Of course" Tony folded his arms noncommittally.

"In this case, I don't think we have conflicts." Mycroft said with a smile and nodded.

"It seems that you are going to attack those wizards?" Tony raised his eyebrows.

"Tsk, he won't allow any uncontrolled factors, obviously, those wizards are." Sherlock glanced at Mycroft and said, "I want to participate."

Mycroft asked Stark to take the child away, just to draw out those wizards. In this way, first of all, Iron Man is an American superhero, and those wizards cannot conflict with a superhero at will, well, maybe the whole The Avengers, the conversation must be number one, and the second...

Sherlock glanced at Mycroft. As long as Stark unilaterally refuses to agree to those wizards, it will be convenient for the fat man to negotiate terms with the wizards. This is definitely an excellent opportunity to understand the wizarding forces that he cannot control.

"Unless it's under my nose." Mycroft negotiated with him.

Sherlock thought for a second, then nodded sharply, "Deal." Ha, what will happen at that time, Sherlock had a small calculation in his mind.

Mycroft glanced at him lightly, then smiled without saying a word.

"It seems that we have to talk about the conditions." Tony looked at McCoff and said, "But this is based on a premise, no matter how you try to fool those wizards, the final result is that Harry will be me and Lance son."

"Tony!" Lance was taken aback, but he didn't expect Tony to say that.

"Of course there is no problem." Mycroft laughed, "Harry Potter's current guardian is his uncle, I think it should be easy for Stark to change the guardian into another person .”

Of course, raising children still has to go through formal legal procedures.

"Of course, I will talk to that family before that." Mycroft nodded and said, "Shall we talk about the conditions now?"

Tony nodded, "Of course."

Mycroft gestured to Watson with his eyes, and Watson immediately understood, stretched out his hand and gave Sherlock a look, "Sherlock, let's go out."

Sherlock stood up with eyes full of displeasure, "Don't forget what you said."

"Lance, you go out and wait for me first." Tony said.

"Yeah." Lance nodded.

Tony must discuss the specific countermeasures with Mycroft. Tony has a child, and McCoff also wants to take this opportunity to understand the situation of these wizards who have been out of his control.

And Harry is the key to the whole thing.

Harry Potter...Lance looked at the little baby who was being teased by Pikachu, and walked towards him.

"Hmm!" Sensing that someone was coming, Harry, who had been watching Pikachu making faces at him, turned his head and smiled brightly at Lance.

Lance couldn't help but smile back at him, then sat next to little Harry, reached out and touched the lightning scar on his forehead, the warm skin, and the uneven touch made Lance's fingers pause.

"Ahh..." Harry stretched out his small fleshy hand and grabbed one of Lance's fingers, smiling happily, his big green eyes narrowed.

"Pika~Pika!" Pikachu hugged Harry's other small hand, and called to Lance, "Pika~" Pikachu looked at Lance expectantly with both eyes.

"miu~" At the same time, Mengmeng floated down and looked at Lance.

"Huh?" Lance looked at Lucario in a daze, "Do Qiu Bao and Meng Meng like Harry?"

Lucario nodded, "That's right, Qiu Bao said that this baby will live with us in the future?"

Lance smiled, reached out and touched Pikachu's small head, then touched Mengmeng, "I like him so much."

"Skin~" Pikachu stretched out his fat claws to cover his face in embarrassment, two blushes appeared on it.

"miu~" Meng Meng nodded without any shyness.

"I think so, Chubb, Dream, Harry should live with us in the future." Lance replied with a smile.

"Pickup!" Qiu Bao jumped happily when he heard the words, and patted his paws with Mengmeng next to him, and the two elves celebrated happily.

Sherlock has been watching from the side, curious about the elf who can only discharge, "How much electricity can it have in such a small body? How to store and charge it?"

"Huh?" Lance was taken aback, looking at Pikachu that Sherlock was pointing at. This was the first time he heard someone ask about Chubao's ability...

Watson looked at Lance in embarrassment, and then turned to Sherlock, "Are you a battery? Store and charge..."

Without any pain or itching, Sherlock didn't even frown, he sat directly beside Pikachu, and stretched out his hand to poke its electrical pouch.

"Pika?" Pikachu was taken aback, and looked at Sherlock puzzled, wondering if he should stretch out his paws to cover his face.

"It's for electric discharge." Sherlock recalled the situation where it was electrified before, raised his eyebrows clearly, looked at its electric bag with interest, and then set his eyes on the tail behind Pikachu, looking like that I want to reach out and pull...

Lance: ...Don't!

Sherlock raised his hand and was about to reach out, but Lance was ready, and when Sherlock put his hand on Chubb's tail, he also took his hand.

"Can't pull..." Lance wanted to explain to him.

At this moment, familiar golden sparks appeared in the room, and Lucario immediately flashed in front of Lance, looking there warily.

So, when Strange came out, he saw Lance sitting with a...a man who looked exactly like him, and both of them put their hands on the tail of an elf at the same time.

Lance and Sherlock looked at each other, then withdrew their hands, Pikachu turned to look at his tail in confusion, and scratched his head in doubt, "Pika?"

"Xia... Sherlock..." Watson stared at the two almost identical people with dumbfounded eyes, "He can't be your long-lost brother?" Watson said in disbelief.

Sherlock stood up and looked at Strange carefully, "I'm pretty sure my parents never gave birth to someone exactly like me..."

"I'm also sure that I don't have a brother." Strange looked at him in the same way.

Except for the difference in hairstyle and dress, the two of them are almost looking in the mirror.

"Interesting!" Sherlock looked at Strange and said, "Are you a wizard too?"

"No, I'm a mage." Strange said with a frown.

"What is a mage?" Sherlock asked with great interest, "Is it because of the profession of a mage that you make this outfit?"

Sherlock looked at Strange's strange attire with some disgust.

At this time, the cloak floated in front of Sherlock. He was obviously curious about the person who looked the same as its owner, and extended a corner to greet Sherlock in a friendly manner.

"Oh, is there a living body that can move with thought?" Sherlock reached out to shake it more interested.

Strange snorted, and pulled back the cloak, "Mage is not a profession, and my outfit is not strange."

"Obviously you just think it yourself." Sherlock failed to shake hands with the cloak, and said with a snort.

"Heh, what's your occupation then?" Strange crossed his arms and looked at Sherlock.

"Consult the detective." Charlotte raised an eyebrow.

"never heard of that."

"That's your ignorance."

"I think the people who do this profession are not well-known."

"Is the mage famous?"

.........

The two of you started talking one sentence at a time. Lance and Watson watched: ...

I can't speak at all...

In the end, Strange crossed his arms, opposite Sherlock, who also crossed his arms.

Strange: "Oh, detective!"

Sherlock: "Ha, mage!"