[Comprehensive] The correct posture of fooling the savior

"Mycroft?" Sherlock shouted dissatisfiedly, "Where are you taking my important witness?"

Mycroft instantly changed from amiable to black-faced death, and he cast a sullen look at his younger brother: "I just want to tell you, Sherlock, this case is out of your hands, all the 'other world' The place is not under your control. Solve the case, yes, but don't cross the line."

"You mean, let God's be God's, let Caesar's be Caesar's?" Sherlock replied sharply, "Wow, does this also involve faith and friendship?"

"It's not about faith," Mycroft smirked, "but it's about diplomatic relations."

"Diplomatic relations?" Sherlock raised his eyebrows, "I thought this was England's internal affairs?"

"Merlin would never call himself Arthur's subordinate, not from the very beginning," Mycroft looked at his younger brother helplessly, he knew that if he didn't give some dry goods, his younger brother would definitely pester him endlessly, "Arthur calls Merlin his mentor. The division has been drawn from the beginning, and the ancient oath is not just a knight's promise. Although they are all in England, they can indeed be called diplomatic relations. Diplomacy is no small matter, Sherlock, this is not you What should be dealt with. Be careful, this is not a beach where you can play casually, who knows if there are box jellyfish or blue-ringed octopus hidden under the shallow water.”

"I'm curious." Sherlock raised his chin confidently, "What's more, I also have enough ability to break thorns."

"If you're curious, I can..." Mycroft glanced at the people present, and swallowed what he was going to say, "I'll tell you when I go home." The gentleman in England, who is essentially a brother-in-law, sighed long With a voice, "Can't you be more behaved and pay attention to your own safety?"

He ignored Sherlock who was still muttering non-stop, but turned his gaze to Will Graham who was standing aside: "Mr. Graham, please give my regards to Jack Crawford , he's a terrific FBI director, but better keep your hounds on track. England isn't his place."

"Don't be like this," Lestrade muttered dissatisfiedly, "Will is my insisted guest."

"I'm just on vacation." Will shrugged and smiled at the slightly ironic remark.

Mycroft gave him a kindly smirk, and then greeted Harry, "Come with me, Harry, there are people waiting for you."

As expected of England's intelligence leader, he could almost be called "he is the British government". He held the audience as soon as he came out. For a moment, Harry felt that following him was a matter of course. Fortunately, he quickly restrained himself. I stopped myself: "Who is waiting for me?"

The mask of half-smile remained on Mycroft's face, and he said meaningfully, "Your governess."

Will muttered to the side: "Oh, it seems that your tutor is more controlling than my psychiatrist."

Harry didn't respond. At this moment, he was very depressed. He really felt that this trip was unlucky. Not only did he fail to accomplish anything, he was sulking, and he was finally caught.

Oh my God, he was so sorry he was on his knees.

Harry followed Mycroft out the door with his head down, his thoughts constantly wandering along the way.For a while, he felt that he was about to fall into the eighteenth level of hell, and would be severely punished by the Lord Demon King, and maybe even be grounded; for a while, he felt that hope still remained, and that nothing should happen according to the state of the two of them in such a sweet love something?

Pessimism and optimism struggled and struggled, and slowly, pessimism began to gain the upper hand, making Harry seem to be shrouded in darkness. No matter how he thought about it, he felt that he was going to die this time...

They turned into a secluded corner, and Mycroft tapped lightly on the seemingly empty wall, and the wall moved back silently, revealing a small room, which was opened from a smaller room. From a distance, it was pitch black.

Staring at Hei Yoyo's room, Harry began to imagine all kinds of hearsay stories about kidnappers—in a dark and deserted corner, there was a dark door. The boy went to explore the secret out of curiosity, but he fell into a trap and fell into the trap. The claws of human traffickers, unable to leave.Then, a handsome man bought him, and the two of them oscillated between torture and pleasure, and began a sadomasochistic relationship...

"Harry, please come in." It took a long time for Harry to follow into the room, and Mycroft, who had already entered the room, took a few steps back strangely and waved to Harry.

Harry came back to his senses, and then realized that he was thinking about something messy, and for a moment he felt his face was burning badly.He responded vaguely, and followed Mycroft into the room pretending to be natural.

"You're hands and feet together," Mycroft reminded softly.

Harry hastily changed his way of walking, but he still had the same hands and feet.He felt that his face was about to burn, so he thought about it carefully, changed to the correct way of walking, and then continued walking.

The entrance looks small, but the journey inside is not small.Descending the long, narrow staircase - Harry thought he was walking towards the eighteenth floor of hell - he finally came to a drawing room.Mycroft opened the door without hesitation and walked in. Harry stared at his back, gritted his teeth, and walked in...

—The person waiting for Harry is Barty Crouch Jr.

——Well, speaking of it, Barty Jr. is also Harry's tutor.

After hanging on for so long, Harry's heart suddenly fell to the ground, he couldn't help but secretly rolled his eyes, heaved a sigh of relief, and happily greeted little Barty: "Mr. Barty, why are you here? "

"I have something to ask Mr. Mycroft." Little Barty simply replied, and then began to exchange pleasantries with Mycroft.Harry played with his fingers boredly and relaxedly, ignoring the vague premonition that something was wrong in his heart.

However, it seems that everything is not over yet.Little Barty and Mycroft exchanged a few simple greetings, and then waited quietly in the room together.Harry waited for a while, feeling that something was wrong, and quietly tugged on Little Barty's sleeve: "Why does Mr. Mycroft follow us all the time?"

Little Barty cast a look, Harry always felt that this look was strange, and seemed to have a taste of pity: "Master is waiting to meet Mr. Mycroft."

Harry's whole body is not well, should he be so twists and turns: "Wait? EXCUSEME? You mean, sir, he...he's here?"

"He's not here," Little Barty said, turning his head and motioning to Mycroft beside him, "Will you be honored to invite you to use our mode of transportation later?"

"In order to avoid being monitored, this is a very suitable way," said an elegant gentleman who pushed the door in. His hair was combed back meticulously, his suit was straight, and every detail was ironed to his advantage. Blue The gray slanted tie was placed squarely in front of the shirt, and a slender black umbrella was carried in his right hand, "I'm very sorry, I seem to be a little late."

"No, you're not late, Galahad," Mycroft nodded to the newcomer. "You're just in time. Let's go together."

Harry was still in a very strange state. He felt that today he was being targeted by the goddess of bad luck. He couldn't help throwing a light sarcasm: "Galahad, King Arthur's Twelve Round Table The purest of knights? Does anyone else have that name?"

The man whose real name was Harry Hart and whose code name was Galahad pushed the black-rimmed glasses on his face, and replied indifferently: "Yes, and, I like my code name very much."

The atmosphere was a little stagnant, and Harry felt a little regretful. In a state of extreme anxiety, he didn't pass through his brain when he spoke for a moment, and he said the sentence just now too stiffly.

Little Barty took a step forward and interrupted their staring: "Now that everyone is here, let's go. Apparition will bring some physical discomfort, please be mentally prepared."

"Of course, we've already made preparations, thank you for your reminder," Mycroft nodded slightly to thank him, "I'm looking forward to a magical trip."

Little Barty smiled back, and he took a step forward, leading Mycroft and Harry Hart to apparate, while Harry on the side followed the apparition anxiously.After a while of darkness, they landed on the welcome path of the Death Eater Manor.

"I can finally experience the feeling of space transfer." Harry Hart shook his head, shaking off the slight dizziness, "It doesn't feel...not so bad."

"Contrary to you," Mycroft straightened his slightly wrinkled suit, "I feel great. As expected, it is indeed a magical experience. Personal experience is more shocking than empty words."

They chatted casually, entered the hall along the welcome path, and stopped at the door of the conference hall.

Little Barty turned around and bowed slightly to the two visitors: "The master is waiting for you inside. I won't participate in the conversation, please." Glancing at the uneasy Harry, he added: "Oh, Harry, the master has orders, so you should follow along."

Harry's heart was beating fast, he hung his head, followed Mycroft to open the door and entered the conference hall.

"Welcome both of you." The Dark Lord sat at one end of the conference table, did not get up, and did not make any unnecessary movements, just cast a glance at him leisurely.His eyes stayed on Harry for a while, then turned away, "Mr. Mycroft Holmes, Mr. Harry Hart, have been famous for a long time."

"You are too famous," Mycroft didn't seem to care that the Dark Lord didn't get up to greet this point, he walked to the other side of the conference table very naturally, pulled away the chair and sat down, "We are the ones who are famous for you." It's been a long time."

This sentence was very meaningful for him to say.The subtext behind the sentence almost clearly implies——

We have been paying attention to you for a long time, respected His Highness the Demon King of the Wizarding World.

The author has something to say: Note: 1. Harry Hart, a British agent, code-named Galahad, is a character in the movie "Kingsman: Secret Service Academy" and the core figure of the Kingsman Secret Service organization.By the way, take a look at "Kingsman: The Secret Service", an action movie with a score of 8.4 on Douban (the score is really high for action movies)~

Here he is mainly used as Mycroft's bodyguard. After all, Maggie is relatively weak in combat and needs protection... (really?)

And, it is inevitable that everyone will confuse Harry with Harry Hart. When Harry Hart is mentioned in the article, his full name will be used.