Blessing Potion [Comprehensive British and American]

Cyril patted Sherlock's face lightly, and Sherlock slowly opened his gray-blue eyes.

"What's wrong with me?" Sherlock rubbed his head and sat up.

"Heat stroke, sun fainted. My dear Sherlock, shouldn't you be reading poetry with your friends on the Oxford lawn at this moment?"

Mycroft asked in a dragged tone while pinching the umbrella in his hand.

"Only social animals are willing to dance and howl like baboons on the lawn." Sherlock stood up and retorted.

"Then what are you? A lonely monkey, my brother?"

"I have something important. Cyril, where's Henderson?" Sherlock obviously knew that he couldn't get anything from his brother, so he turned around and asked his friend directly.

"In the hands of the police, over there."

Cyril pointed in one direction, and the gray-haired Henderson was dragged aside by two policemen in dark uniforms, dazed, disheveled, and bruised.

Suspicious scratch marks on the face...

The Aurors had already retreated.At this moment, it looks like Henderson caught the manor's son doing something, and then got caught.

"Where's Henderson's watch?" Sherlock squinted for a while, then suddenly turned his head and asked.

"..."

Cyril didn't know what to think of, and suddenly jumped into the greenhouse that was just occupied by Eric and Qinxiu, rummaged back and forth on the grass, and finally found the "gold watch" that had been forgotten in a corner. Shaking slightly, the "gold watch" slowly turned into a dirty dot.

"It's touching, you finally think of me..." Diandian said weakly.

"I'm sorry, sorry, it was too thrilling just now, and I almost..." Cyril rubbed his little head with some guilt.

"Ping An is good, Ping An is good. You see, since Ping An has become bigger, you don't keep it with you anymore..." Diandian also patted her little friend's wrist in a dignified manner.

"Yes, I have to find a way. It's really inconvenient to carry such a big one with you." Cyril wiped the little bit with a handkerchief, stuffed it into his pocket, and returned to Sherlock.

"I don't know. It should be around here, since the young man said he didn't take it." Cyril replied with a rational face.

"That's the key evidence that made Henderson go straight to prison, Patek Philippe..."

Sherlock suddenly grabbed a little policeman passing by to collect evidence, raised his head and asked, "Is anyone else throwing things here today?"

"Yes, what's the matter, have you lost something too? Just now at least a dozen gentlemen and ladies said that they lost their jewelry and watches..."

The little policeman pushed his glasses on the bridge of his nose, picked up the recording board and was about to make a record.

"Not yet, thank you." Sherlock turned and looked at Cyril.

Cyril looked back innocently.

The two were silent for a moment.

"..."

"My little assistant, do you think anyone can sneak into the rich man's party in the garden of Kensington Palace just to steal the guests' jewelry?"

"no……?"

Cyril, who was halfway through speaking, slowly opened his eyes wide.

"Wait a minute, I suddenly remembered something, I'll be right back!"

Cyril ran out, leaving Sherlock with a turbulent back as he galloped past.

"Your little friend is really full of energy." Mycroft didn't know when he came over again, watching Cyril run away with Sherlock.

"Of course, we are the newborn sun now. Unlike you..." Sherlock did not forget to look back at his tall brother, and added with disgust: "Have you been sitting in the office for too long recently? It seems Small belly, Mycroft."

"...that's an illusion, dear Sherlock. But aren't you curious about your friend's little secret?"

"That's your illusion, too, Mycroft. Cyril is just an ordinary Scotsman." Sherlock emphasized with a sullen face.

"Oh, you think so?"

"It's the truth, don't bother him." Sherlock said the last sentence viciously, but in McCoff's eyes, it was like a kitten with teeth and claws.

"I'm fine here." Mycroft smiled and shrugged.

……

In the middle of a large bush of foreign peonies, Cyril squatted half-squatting to be inspected by the sniffers.

"Okay, okay, I'm fine!"

"Thank you dear! The flower is beautiful!"

"Hahaha! Little guy, have you grown taller! I haven't seen you for a few days and you look stronger again!"

The snuffers hid secretly when the Aurors appeared, and they were very happy to see the intact Cyril at the moment, climbing on him enthusiastically, expressing their happiness.

Then, countless small paw prints were printed on Cyril's already somewhat appalling suit.

"Don't make trouble, don't make trouble, I have something to ask you, have you seen this watch?"

Cyril took out a little bit from his pocket and transformed it with a magic wand.

"Ohno!" Diandian rolled her eyes and turned into Henderson's watch again.

The Snuffers first gathered around excitedly, stretched their necks on Cyril's arm to look at his watch, and then began to communicate with each other in low voices.

Finally, pushing and shoving, the smallest one, Nixiu, took out a dime-like watch from its stomach pocket.

With a face full of reluctance, he handed it in the direction of Cyril.

Cyril took it in surprise, hugged Xiaoxiu and kissed it on the hairy head, and stuffed a considerable amount of Galleons into its belly pouch.

Xiaoxiu raised her head in an instant, her bright black eyes bursting out with BLINGBLING light.

"Thank you, my dear. And thank you, you are very brave today! But in the future, if you encounter humans, you should stay away and don't take the initiative to approach them! Safety first!"

Xi Ruier touched the heads of each of them, and then said: "Let's go, there are police here, go to a place where there are few people, and pay attention to safety."

Seemingly understanding what Cyril said, the snuffers ran away in groups of three and four, and before leaving, they turned their heads and gave him a soft yell to say goodbye.

Cyril watched the Nifflers leave in a good mood.

As for those ladies and gentlemen jewelry?Sorry, he didn't see it either.

Cyril hummed and walked back with a smile.

"Here, watch." Cyril handed the extremely important Patek Philippe to Sherlock.

Sherlock sat on the ground, took out a small tool bag from his pocket, and opened a watch worth millions from behind without blinking his eyes.Then take out what looks like a small metal block.Randomly thrown on the ground.

"Mycroft, would you mind stepping on it?"

"Excuse me, my brother, here are my new shoes."

"There are steel plates, what are you worried about?"

"……Alright alright."

As a result, McCoff put the umbrella head against the metal block on the lawn, and directly pressed the opening and closing button of the umbrella handle.

"Pfft!", followed by the smell of burning.

"Is this a micro-bomb?" Cyril watched in surprise as Mycroft closed the umbrella and took it away, revealing a small piece of scorched black on the lawn.

"Won't the watch self-destruct now?" Cyril leaned over curiously.

"uh-huh."

Sherlock put away the tools and responded.The final evidence and the watch were handed over to McCoff.

"It's time for you to use your remaining heat."

"Should I say it's not an honor? But I suggest that you should not mess with people in this direction in the future. Wouldn't it be good to leave it to adults?"

Mycroft frowned and flipped through the documents in his hand, while admonishing him indifferently.

"Then the world will be in chaos. There are too many fools, idiots and goldfish in this world."

While mumbling in a low voice, Sherlock took out the hat and put it back on his head. It looked nondescript and full of personality when matched with the suit.

"Little assistant, where are we going now?"

"Listen to your command, Mr. Detective, in fact, I have already fulfilled the mission."

"Then let's go buy something to eat first. The detective also needs something to eat."

After Sherlock finished speaking, he walked forward first, and waved at his elder brother casually.Cyril and his father also said hello, and ran away with Sherlock.

The two passed by the gate and just heard two policemen chatting: "The pistol is missing, and the bullets are missing. Mr. Holmes said to arrest him immediately."

"There is a burn mark on the index finger of the right hand, it should be shot."

"It's so wicked, there are no witnesses."

"I heard that a prohibited weapon was used, and the greenhouse tends to collapse."

"..."

"Where are we going?" Cyril immediately changed the subject in order not to appear too guilty.

Sherlock walked forward quickly as if he was no longer interested at all, walked out of the most luxurious neighborhood in the UK, turned around, and arrived at the bustling commercial street.Wearing a deerstalker hat and putting his hands in the pockets of his suit pants, the boy's footsteps pointed directly at the most obvious building in front of him - the "Golden Arches".

(The Golden Arches were founded in 1955, which is true, yay!)

Two young gentlemen in three-piece suits walked into Yellow M's restaurant as if no one was there, facing the hidden gazes of passers-by.

This isn't the first time Cyril has eaten golden arches, but it's the first time he's had one with someone his age.The last time I ate junk food was with the professor, and I was very satisfied after eating a full stomach of fried chicken.

Sherlock didn't seem to come here often, and Cyril even suspected that this was his first time, because the boy directly chose a seat by the window to sit down, and waited for the waiter to come to order with an uncle look on his face. .

Cyril stood aside and stared at him.

"Aren't you going to order food?"

"Are all the waiters unemployed?" Sherlock looked back innocently.

"Please, order by yourself, thank you." Cyril almost rolled his eyes to the ceiling.

Eventually the two returned to their seats each with a plate of kid's meals plus extra burgers and fries.

Next to Cyril sat a little boy with brown hair and green eyes, and beside him was an adult with silver hair, and the two were chatting happily about today's shopping trip.

"So you used to go shopping a lot?" the silver-haired man squeezed ketchup on the fries and asked casually.

"Sometimes my aunt will make a list for me, and she has to do housework at home." The green-eyed boy replied obediently.

"Oh, okay. Call me next time I ask you to buy something, anyway, I need to stock up regularly."

"Yeah."

"I'm going to get a bag of ketchup." The silver-haired man wiped his hands with a paper towel, stood up and walked to the counter behind him.

Cyril peeked at the boy beside him. For some reason, although he was sure he had never met him before, he felt that the boy in front of him looked very familiar.

The thin boy obediently ate the French fries in front of him, one by one, with a bulging mouth, looking like a little hamster.

Perhaps the movement was a little too big, and he suddenly touched a large glass of Coke in his hand.

The Coke in the paper cup overturned in an instant, leaving a table and a floor.The little boy was obviously taken aback, and turned his body backwards, staring at the disaster in front of him with wide eyes.

And then... a strange thing happened.

Like a sci-fi blockbuster, the Coke flowed back into the cup at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It's like rewinding in a movie, all the Coke is back in the cup, and the cup stands back to its original place.It's like nothing ever happened.