[Comprehensive] The correct posture of fooling the savior

"Are you okay?" Sherlock asked with a frown, seeing Harry's strange look.

"It's okay..." Harry replied quietly.A mess was entangled in his heart, which made him almost unable to understand all the realities.The pain suppressed by the stressful environment broke out suddenly and violently, and he was so uncomfortable that he could hardly walk.

Harry took a deep breath, forced himself to cheer up, and asked Sherlock to help him to sit down in a cafe: "You are busy, I will take a rest in the cafe and go back by myself."

"You don't look right?" Although Sherlock has a low EQ, he has a high IQ. He can always tell that something is wrong with Harry.

"It's nothing, I just want to be alone." Harry forced a smile to reassure Sherlock, "Don't worry, I can apparate, you know, space transfer. I will leave after a rest, I Alone."

Since Harry was so sure, Sherlock didn't go against his intentions, he hesitated and left: "Well then, pay attention to yourself."

Sitting alone in a cafe, passers-by outside the window are hurrying to and fro, the cafe inside the window is playing melodious light music, and the newspaper rack by the window is hung with a horrifying headline "Brexit?"Right in front of you! , but no one read it.A window seems to separate two worlds.

Harry ordered an espresso, the strongest and bitterest possible.After taking a sip, the bitter taste soaked from the tip of the tongue to the root of the tongue, and then penetrated into the heart.

Like two mirrors, Will and Hannibal, Sherlock and Moriarty, reflect two completely different sides.

Under the temptation of Hannibal, Will stepped into the darkness step by step, and approached Hannibal step by step.Looking at Will's loss is like seeing his own loss.Was he as lost as Will?Will he fall into darkness like Will?

On the contrary, no matter how Moriarty seduces and persecutes Sherlock, Sherlock still maintains himself.However, while maintaining the self, it means a decisive separation.Determined to cut off all future possibilities.

Is this his future with the Dark Lord?Either sink into the darkness together, or break up and cut off the future?

Sitting alone in the coffee shop, the bitter coffee dwindled little by little. Harry used the stirring spoon to draw circles in the cup, one circle, one circle, and another circle.

Someone approached Harry, blocking the overhead light and casting a shadow.

Harry looked up and saw a half-acquainted man, Sherlock's brother Mycroft.

"Sherlock told me you were here." Mycroft explained why he was here.

Harry lowered his head again, and continued to stir the espresso in the cup round and round: "I can guess. No one else knows I'm here except him."

"Don't you ask, what happened to my Valentine?" Mycroft sat down in front of him, crossed his fingers, and put them on the table, asking gently.

Harry replied listlessly: "Since you can sit here so calmly, you must have solved it?"

"Valentine's plan has been followed from the beginning," Mycroft nodded. "Sherlock has rarely done a good thing."

Harry squeezed out a smiling face, counting it as a response.

Mycroft looked at him inquiringly, and asked, "You don't seem too pleased?

Harry threw away the coffee spoon rudely, and looked at him with a cold face: "Why go around. Why do you, a busy man, come to me suddenly? Tell me, what's the matter?"

Mycroft didn't care about his impolite tone, he smiled slightly and asked back, "What do you think I came to you for?"

Harry snorted coldly: "What else can there be, except..."

Harry's words stopped, he suppressed the discomfort in his heart, and uttered the last word with difficulty: "Dark Lord?"

Mycroft put a file bag on the table, and pushed it in front of him: "The power of wizards is very magical. If you are determined to destroy, sometimes you really can't detect it."

Harry's eyes fell on the file bag: "What is this?"

"Before World War II, isolationism prevailed in the United States, and Britain chose a policy of appeasement, and Mr. Grindelwald's efforts were indispensable behind it. These," Mycroft pointed to the file bag on the table, "are the materials left at that time. "

"What does this have to do with...with him?"

"If a war is going to happen, there will be many precursors. The most basic point is to divide potential enemies so that they don't get flanked. If you study World War II, you will find that Hitler took care of the Soviet Union and Britain in the first place, and he was in the United States. A war waged at a time of deep isolationism."

As Mycroft said, he stood up and took down the newspaper from the newspaper rack by the window.The headline on the front page was "Brexit?Right in front of you! ", Harry could always see such sensational headlines during this period of time, so he had no interest in reading this newspaper just now.

"Due to historical and geographical reasons, since the late 19th century, the United Kingdom has been pursuing a policy of non-intervention in the affairs of the European continent, known as 'glorious isolation'. In 1975, British Prime Minister Wilson held a referendum and decided that the United Kingdom would continue to remain in the European continent. In the European Community." Mycroft turned the newspaper around and spread it out in front of Harry, "However, just recently, the talk of Brexit has started to rise again, as if in the blink of an eye, every newspaper is Talk about 'Brexit', every Briton is saying 'Brexit'."

Harry's pupils contracted slightly.

"I did some research and it is very strange that people who sincerely believe that Brexit is inevitable, before this period of time, actually have no views on Brexit. Most of them have never been exposed to it before. With this information, some people even pay attention to European affairs, but now, they are all advocating Brexit."

Harry felt a little cold, the spring season is always warm and cold, even the warm air conditioner in the cafe couldn't save him from the coldness that began to seep from his fingers: "Are you suspecting... him?"

"Since the traces of Mr. Demon King were found in Valentine's plan, we have to suspect that Mr. Demon King may have some..." Mycroft thought for a while, considering Harry's mood, he chose a gentle The vocabulary, "bad intentions."

He stared at Harry: "The public opinion is raging, and the referendum on leaving the European Union may start soon; and if you notice, isolationism seems to be prevalent in the North American continent again."

Coldness slowly seeped into Harry's heart.

"He is testing the bottom line of the Muggle government step by step," Mycroft said as politely as possible, maintaining the elegance of a British gentleman. "If I am not mistaken, he is... preparing to launch a war."

Harry wanted to say something, but couldn't.

After waiting a moment in the silence, Mycroft sighed silently.He put a beautifully packaged rectangular box in front of Harry: "I take the liberty of interrupting you. In order to express my apologies, I will bring you my gift."

With that said, he stood up, bowed gracefully, and left.

Harry sat motionless for a long time, until the cafe was about to close, and then he slowly stretched out his hand and opened the packing box.

Inside the box was a hardcover copy of The Glorious Revolution.

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12 Grimmauld Place, Black's old house.

Harry slumped on the sofa listlessly, in a daze.

There was a loud bang at the door, Sirius pushed open the door and strode into the room.

Harry looked up at him with a little expectation in his eyes, but even he didn't know what to expect.

"Valentin's plan didn't work out," Sirius said as he walked. "Valentine was captured alive, and the United Nations launched a trial against him. This is the Muggle newspaper, which tells the whole story."

He waved the newspaper in his hand. The headline of the newspaper read "Shocking Case: Genius Scientists Intend to Destroy Humanity", and the subtitle read "The United Nations launched a trial, and the trial will start tomorrow."

Harry took the newspaper from Sirius and put it beside him, still looking up at Sirius.

Sirius sneered, and sat down on the sofa opposite Harry, slumped into a big character without image: "What are you expecting me to say, Harry?"

Harry lowered his head.

"Okay, okay," Sirius said helplessly, "the Dark Lord has nothing wrong with him. He left the base in the end, but I couldn't find out the specifics. I came to the old house after I knew about your breakup with him." I can't get any more information."

His eyes fell on Harry's left arm, and he added angrily: "After all, the Dark Mark has the functions of locating and summoning, and apart from Hogwarts, the only place I can think of to hide is Black's old house. After hiding here, I didn’t even dare to go out.”

Harry was silent, unresponsive.

Sirius continued, with a mocking tone: "All news from the Death Eaters has been cut off, but there is still some news from the Order of the Phoenix. After I told them that Professor Dumbledore is still alive, they have connected with Grindelwald." Heads up. It is said that Snape made a great contribution to the treatment of Professor Dumbledore, and Professor Dumbledore's condition is much better now."

He played with the wand in his hand and said mockingly, "Rarely good news, isn't it?"

Harry hung his head, still not speaking.

Seeing Harry's decadent look, anger suddenly rose from Sirius' heart.He threw his wand on the table angrily, and raised his voice: "I told you a long time ago, you are still so young, what do you understand! What do you think this is? Play tricks? This is the Dark Lord, the Mysterious Man, The You-Know-Who that makes people dare not even mention their name!"

He beat the sofa manically, venting his anger: "And what did you tell me? You said that your experience is far richer than most adults in this world, and you know what you are doing! The result, the result! "

"Don't you already know what kind of person the Dark Lord is!" He looked at Harry resentfully, "What kind of expectations do you have for him? Huh?!"

Harry still hung his head, expressionless, hiding half of his face in the shadows.

The raging anger seemed to be extinguished all of a sudden, and Sirius' voice dropped: "Forget it, it's meaningless to say these things."

He stood up and looked at Harry for a moment.But Harry remained motionless and did not give the slightest response.Sirius took a deep breath, pursed his lips, stopped talking, and left straight away.

Harry was left alone and sat in silence for a long time.

The shadow covered half of his body, and the already dim room seemed even darker.

After sitting there for a long time, Harry finally had a reaction.He slowly picked up the newspaper beside him, and scratched one, one, and another with his nails on the headline Valentine's name.