[Comprehensive] The correct posture of fooling the savior

Although he had met Moriarty a few times, Harry's impression of those meetings was really not good.Not only is he gay in the gay air, his thinking diverges, he also releases hormones indiscriminately, and hooks up with everyone he meets.snort.

Harry had been secretly suspecting that Moriarty had some kind of mental disorder, and several times impulsively recommended Moriarty to see a psychiatrist.It's a pity that he didn't know any well-known psychiatrists, let alone their contact information, so he had no choice but to push this idea back to his heart.

Therefore, although Harry carefully considered asking Moriarty for help when he couldn't find the truth at the beginning, after all, Moriarty is very capable in surveillance and secret exploration, and he will treat people he thinks are "interesting". Get to the bottom of things, once you ask for help, you will definitely gain something;

But Moriarty's option suddenly seemed unattractive when Harry discovered that there was another way for him to turn to a private eye.He checked the news about "Moriarty's old enemy" that Barty Jr. said, and found that this Sherlock Holmes is still a famous detective with high IQ and ability. He is known as a consulting detective. More importantly, Openly accept requests for help.

After wandering between Moriarty and Sherlock for a while, Harry happily decided that he should visit the consulting detective on Baker Street first!

Sadly, Harry's trip went so badly that it was almost as if the goddess of bad luck had given him a loving care.

Since he was going to the Muggle world, he had to sneak out of the Death Eater Manor.This step stuck Harry for a long time.You must know that the Dark Lord has always been secretive about his scars, and he is very reluctant for Harry to explore this matter, so this time he must go out without telling the Dark Lord.

Harry managed to spot a time when the Dark Lord was not around, and ended up bumping into Sirius who had completed a rare mission and was free to find his godson to play with.The godfather who has been busy with work finally has time to spend with his godson, that's called enthusiasm!

When Harry finally worked so hard to find an excuse, fooled Sirius, and slipped out of the Death Eater Manor alone, most of the day passed.This was not enough, but it happened that the sky turned against him, the pouring rain fell as soon as it was said, and the biting cold wind blew desperately into his clothes, so Harry had to desperately cast water-proof spells and warm-keeping spells on himself.

When walking on Baker Street, Harry already had a premonition. He felt that there must be several hurdles to overcome in finding someone this time, and it would not be so smooth to meet someone directly.

Sure enough, when he knocked on the door of 221B Baker Street, the landlady who opened the door said regretfully to him: "Sherlock is not here."

Harry shivered in response.He wailed silently in his heart: This is too bad luck!Is it easy for him to come out once!It's the godfather again, it's raining again, and no one is there!He was so unlucky today, he should have asked Professor Snape for a bottle of Felicia earlier!

"It's raining so much now," the kind landlady looked at him half worriedly, "Son, do you want to come in and hide from the rain?"

This invitation hit Harry's heart, he really wanted to rest first, and then face today's unlucky schedule.However, it is not easy to sneak out once, and time is short, so Harry finally shook his head and rejected the landlady's kindness: "No, thank you for your invitation, madam, I think, I'd better try to find Mr. Holmes Put. Do you know where he is?"

"Call me Mrs. Hudson. I'm still a cute boy." The scene of the little boy looking for Sherlock on a rainy day seemed to make Mrs. Hudson think something wrong. Harry got goosebumps all over the place, "Sherlock and John were invited by Inspector Lestrade to investigate the case. But who knows where they are? Children, or come in and wait Wait a minute?"

Harry sighed in disappointment, but still shook his head: "Thank you for your kindness, Mrs. Hudson, I'd better come next time."

Mrs. Hudson said regretfully: "Don't leave a contact information?"

Harry just shook his head, smiled politely at Mrs. Hudson, and left, leaving the landlady behind him calling "What's your name, boy?"

Although I don't know where Sherlock is now, but after all, he can still use the power of magic.When the landlady's voice disappeared, Harry hid in a blind spot in the street, pulled out his holly wand, first filled himself with the Warming Charm and the Water Avoiding Charm, then cast a Neglecting Charm, and finally leveled the wand He put it in his hand and shouted softly, "Show me the way."

The wand deflected a small angle in the hand.Harry noted the direction in which his wand was deflected, turned back to the side of the road, and raised his hand to stop a taxi.

"Go in this direction," he said to the taxi driver, "don't stray too far from this direction."

The taxi driver looked inexplicable: "What, what? Where? Where is it?"

Harry and the driver looked at each other for a while, then lamented inwardly for a while, said "I'm sorry" softly with a bitter face, and then cast a confusion spell on it, which allowed the taxi to start.

After driving in the direction pointed by the wand for a while, Harry saw a bunch of police cars parked on the side of the road, whining and whining.After being so unlucky for so long, Harry finally saw the possibility of a little change of luck-considering that the working place of the consulting detective is always at the scene of the crime, Sherlock always stayed at this place.

Harry got out of the car, paid the pound, and closed the door.After the confusion spell was lifted, the driver, who still had an inexplicable face, looked at him in a daze, as if wondering why he was here, and then stepped on the accelerator and drove away.

What made Harry feel that his luck might have changed was that the rain gradually stopped, the clouds in the sky slowly dispersed, and the sun shone through the clouds, spreading traces of seven colors on the water accumulated by the roadside.Harry's mood also brightened with these good omens.

Harry looked at the scene of the crime. There were policemen coming and going in front of this small traditional English villa, and human voices could be heard faintly inside the house.He picked out a police officer whose dark circles could not be covered at all, and patted him on the shoulder: "Hey, is Mr. Holmes here?"

As soon as the policeman opened his mouth, he yawned uncontrollably.He himself was taken aback by the yawn: "I'm sorry! There are so many cases these days, I'm so busy, I can't help feeling sleepy!"

"It's all right," Harry waved his hands quickly, "Is Mr. Holmes here?"

"Are you looking for Sherlock?" The policeman seemed to be still in a dazed state, and he was very talkative. "He's in the house. But in order to protect the crime scene, you can't go in."

Harry hesitated for a moment, and the police officer immediately added: "Sherlock should be recovering soon, this case is not too difficult for him, if you want to find him, just wait outside."

"Thank you." Harry breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't want to force his way in, let alone wait outside for a long time. It would be best if Sherlock would come out soon.To be able to do so smoothly is indeed a transfer.He paused, couldn't help the curiosity in his heart, and continued to ask, "You said that this case is not difficult, so should you ask him to consult for this kind of case that is not difficult?"

"No," the police officer hesitated, and replied, "The recent cases are all very strange, and the traces are clear. For us, the difficulty of solving the case has increased sharply, so we have to trouble Sherlock."

"The traces are clear?" Harry began to feel guilty.He knew a little about the Death Eaters and Moriarty collaboration.

"That's right! That's strange!" The police officer seemed to have had this grievance for a long time, and began to complain endlessly, "You said that in a case, the traces are very clean, so it can be said that the perpetrator was very cautious, but all cases are like this. What the hell! Moreover, after the criminals were caught, they all said that they hadn’t done any trace cleaning. What the hell is this! We are all wondering if there is a black technology called trace cleaner. Click the button on the APP to help You clean up all traces..."

The more Harry listened, the more guilty he felt, and he could only respond with a hmm.

Waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting, finally a curly-haired, tall man with a coat came out in big strides. It was the Sherlock Holmes that Harry had seen in the photo before.The dark circles on his face are also quite obvious, and he spoke loudly to Inspector Lestrade beside him as he walked: "...use your brain, instead of relying entirely on the high technology of fingerprint comparison and blood analysis, these All the cases can be solved with a glance of the eyes..."

Harry walked up and interrupted Sherlock: "Hello, is this Mr. Sherlock?"

"Don't talk nonsense. Who else is called Sherlock but me?" Sherlock raised his eyebrows impatiently, shifting his gaze from Inspector Lestrade to Harry.With a sweep, his steps stopped.

Watson, who was walking behind him, almost bumped into Sherlock: "Sherlock, why did you stop suddenly?"

Sherlock glanced in Watson's direction, making sure that nothing happened to Watson, and then turned his gaze back to Harry.

Harry was a little terrified by this gaze, and swallowed involuntarily: "Mr. Holmes?"

Sherlock grabbed Harry's arm, turned to Inspector Lestrade and said, "Didn't you just say that the bodies of those who died without injuries more than half a year ago have been transported to the police station? Come on, we are now Just go to the police station."

The detective's train of thought didn't come around all of a sudden: "What?"

Sherlock glanced at the inspector with a mentally handicapped look, and patiently explained: "New clues have come to your door, and it's just right to look at those."

"What?" Harry also looked puzzled. At this moment, he deeply understood the feeling of the taxi driver before - what are you going to do, why do I not understand at all?

Sherlock turned his head to look at Harry, and showed a smile that made Harry terrified: "Aren't you looking for me? I happen to have something to do. Let's go to the police station together and talk on the way."

In this dazed state, Harry was pulled into the police car by Sherlock, and went straight to the police station.

——He just knew that he should drink a bottle of Felix Elixir when he went out today.

——He is too unlucky today!

The author has something to say: Little Theater

Goddess of Luck: Today I fell in love with a lovely boy with charming emerald eyes.

Harry: QAQ