Jarvis who has seen through everything

When Harry had finished packing - not much actually, as he had only been here for a short week after Christmas and hadn't brought much back with him - the two of them went downstairs.

Harry walked in front, and he shrunk the suitcase and put it in his pocket, but when he went downstairs, he showed an expression as if he had eaten shit.

Because his last relatives—the Dursleys of three—were all dressed up (Aunt Petunia even put on some make-up), standing in the living room and giving him a very friendly smile together.

"...Uncle." Harry said with difficulty, "You came back so early today."

He was home at least an hour early.

Seeing that it was Harry, the three immediately changed their expressions to Harry's familiar disgust and contempt, but the next second—after Jarvis went downstairs—immediately changed to a smiling face.

The speed of changing faces is amazing.

"You must be Mr. Stark." Vernon Dursley stepped forward and squeezed Harry away, and stretched out his hand. After quickly looking at Jarvis, he confirmed that he was indeed that Stark. , the smile on his face deepened.The fat on his face was twisted together, just like Dali, his smile was sunken deep in the fat, looking greasy.

"Hello, Mr. Dursley." As if he had expected this long ago, the smile on Jarvis's face remained unchanged, "I hope my sudden visit didn't disturb you and your family."

"Of course not!" Dursley immediately denied, "You make this place flourish, because our whole family is a fan of Mr. Stark, and the model of his steel suit is my son's favorite toy."

Liar, Harry thought angrily, he also broke the arm of that Iron Man model yesterday, just because you didn't buy him a model airplane, so he threw it against the wall.

Jarvis smiled and talked to the Dursleys.

It wasn't until the Dursleys got more aggressive and invited him to lunch here that Jarvis could finally end the conversation.

"That's such a pity." Jarvis showed a regretful expression. "I promised my friend to help him send Harry there before noon, so I think we have to hurry."

As Harry nodded in agreement, he felt the death stares of the Dursleys.

"But Petunia has already prepared the food." Dursley was still trying to persuade him to keep it, "It was a big meal, and my wife's cooking skills are top-notch."

Mrs. Dursley and Daly nodded, "I made veal steak, potatoes with gravy, and fried cod..."

"That's a pity, ma'am." Jarvis shook his head, "I'm afraid I won't be able to enjoy these delicacies anymore, because the agreed time is not long."

Dali looked a little anxious.

Vernon Dursley glared at Harry viciously, "You don't need to condescend to do such a thing yourself, after all, Harry Potter is just an unlovable problem boy, they are all freaks and demons, you Such decent people should not be mixed with them."

"Mr. Dursley." Jarvis's expression immediately became serious, he squeezed Harry's shoulder, and said, "If you are really a fan of my father, then you should know that by our side There are always some amazing friends that turn up."

"And Harry is also my friend, including Harry's friends."

He pretended to raise his hand to look at the time on the watch, and said again: "It's almost time, I think we should go, let's go, Harry."

Jarvis pulled Harry and walked past the Dursleys. Vernon Dursley looked a little anxious. He took out his handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his forehead, and hurriedly said, "That's not what I meant, I I mean, I mean you don't need to do such little things yourself, after all, you just have to move a finger and someone will do them for you, and Harry...he..."

Dursley racked his brains to say something, but he was afraid of offending Jarvis, so he could only follow behind hesitantly.

When they reached the door, Jarvis turned around and looked at them, "Then I'll take Harry and leave, goodbye."

"You can come here again anytime." Dursley said hastily: "You are welcome here anytime, and then, yes, goodbye, Mr. Stark."

"If there is a chance." Jarvis smiled politely, then opened the door and took Harry away.

Looking at the backs of the two, the Dursleys stomped their feet unwillingly.

……

It was really quiet around Privet Drive, so quiet that the two of them reached the intersection without seeing a taxi, and then Harry proposed to use his wand to summon the wizard's knight bus.

Then Jarvis refused without hesitation.

In fact, in another world, when he heard that wizards still have this kind of transportation, Tony once took a ride full of curiosity, but it was really not a good experience, so Jarvis Didn't want to go through this at all.

"So what to do?" said Harry, looking around.

Because the University of London is very close to the apartment where he and Peter live, the two have always walked to and from school, so they have never considered transportation issues, and the two have only stayed in London for one year-now there is still half a year left, so No plans to buy a car either, but now, Jarvis thinks he might really need to buy one in the UK.

Jarvis looked around, and he pointed to a bench by the side of the road, "How about sitting there for a while?"

"But take a taxi..."

"There will be a car."

"Okay." Harry nodded obediently, and walked to the bench.

After about 10 minutes, a black sports car sped over from the other side of the street.

Harry had been in the wizarding world so long that he didn't know much about cars, but judging by the heads sticking out of the nearby houses and the look of admiration on it, it certainly wasn't cheap.

Then the car stopped in front of him.

Jarvis patted Harry on the shoulder, "Let's go."

Seeing Jarvis walk over and open the driver's door directly, Harry asked in surprise, "Is this your car? And why is there no one driving it?"

As soon as the door opened Jarvis got in and Harry could clearly see that there was no one in there, so who was driving the car?

"Get in the car, Harry." Jarvis beckoned to him, and he didn't explain until Harry took the co-pilot seat, "You know, Stark is engaged in technology, so this Just a simple little question."

"Hey, this car is awesome!" Harry said, looking at the car excitedly.

He's only ever ridden in three cars, the Dursleys' car, the magic car that Ron took him in in second grade, and the Knight Bus, and it's obvious that those cars don't compare to this one. , it is simply a world of difference.

Jarvis smiled and stepped on the gas pedal.

Jarvis's driving skills are very good, and he drives very fast, basically at the top speed allowed by the traffic regulations. A lot of wind blows in from the hood. Jarvis found a pair of sunglasses in the car, which is his special The one who asked to be put in had his hair blown back, and Harry's already messy hair was blown like a chicken coop.

But both of them flew through the sky at a faster speed, so this speed is easy to accept.

When the car drove into the city center, Jarvis had to slow down the speed of the car, because the traffic flow increased as he went into the city, and when he was only one street away from Grimmauld Square, he finally got stuck in traffic It is blocked and cannot move forward.

Harry squinted his eyes and looked forward, "There seems to be something going on up there, I think I saw the police."

Jarvis thought for a while, opened the car door, and said to Harry, "There is only a short distance left, let's walk."

Harry walked down obediently, and then he asked, "What about this car? We can't just leave it here like this."

"Just let it be as it came." Jarvis smiled. "Let's go Harry."

In fact, there is still half an hour before the rush hour, and usually the traffic jam will be more serious in the afternoon, but there are always some accidents.

Another murder occurred in London, which made Sergeant Lestrade a little anxious.

Of course, murders are not uncommon in London, but this time is obviously different, because Scotland Yard recently established a good cooperative relationship with the FBI in the United States. The FBI even sent two excellent police officers to communicate, but At such a time, another murder case happened, it was simply a shame to throw it abroad.

So he hopes to solve the case as soon as possible, but Sherlock is an arrogant and poisonous little bastard, and then Sheriff Lestrade is like this, in front of the US FBI police, Sherlock is worthless, just like a fool.

It doesn't get any worse than this!

"Is your brain full of ink? It's so obvious at a glance, ha! In a murder case, the deceased was killed without a fight. Those bruises were intentionally put on by the murderer after the murder. It's as simple as that." The case doesn't need a forensic doctor at all. He cut the throat with a knife. The opponent's technique is very good, but he is very nervous, because he is about to strangle the deceased before he is mentally prepared to go down. There are two handprints at the location."

"Obviously, he is not a repeat offender, but his occupation must be related to the use of knives, and this is an acquaintance's crime. Go to the deceased's acquaintance, and the outcome is clear at a glance."

Sherlock had just finished saying these words when Jarvis passed by, and John was giving him a desperate wink, because Sheriff Lestrade looked about to go crazy.

In order to make it easier for the police to check the corpse, a blockade was put up around the area, but the white cloth was not covered, so when Harry walked over with Jarvis, he couldn't help but gasp when he saw the miserable woman who died. He let out a breath of cold air, and his face turned pale.

Jarvis hurriedly stood in front of him to block his sight, "Sorry, Harry, I didn't think they hadn't dealt with this yet, are you okay?"

"I'm fine." That didn't convince, because Harry looked terrified.

Harry had seen death before, Cedric's most clearly, but it had been almost instantaneous, no torture, no blood.

But the way of death he saw now clearly didn't exist in the wizarding world, and it was too bloody for him.

Jarvis grabbed his shoulders, looked around, and found a coffee shop nearby. He asked, "Would you like a cup of hot cocoa? It will make you feel better."

Harry shook his head and said, "I'm fine, Jarvis, no hot cocoa."

After seeing that Harry really didn't want it, Jarvis looked away, "Then let's get out of here quickly."

Harry nodded.

However, the two had only walked a few steps before they were seen by John not far away. At this time, he was very annoyed by Sherlock's unsophisticated skills, so when he saw Jarvis again, his eyes lit up, and he was very excited. shouted:

"Jarvis!—"

Hearing the sound, Jarvis sighed, then stopped, and turned around, "Good afternoon, John."

Not far away, Sherlock and Sheriff Lestrade also saw him, but one of them didn't want to see Jarvis, and the other was talking to the other two, so they didn't come over like John.

The two who had spoken to Inspector Lestrade Jarvis recognized as the two who had been on the same flight as him.

Brown-haired youth and his black friend.

"Jarvis, when did you come back? Why are you here?" John walked across the cordon and asked.

"Just arrived in London this morning." Jarvis let go of Harry and said, "My friend and I were passing by here."

He then explained for the two: "This is John, this is Harry."

Harry pursed his lips and greeted, "Hello."

"Hello." John glanced at Harry's pale face and said worriedly, "He doesn't look well."

Jarvis silently pointed not far away.

John immediately understood, and he quickly said, "Do you have any important matters? Then go, this place is really not a good place now."

Jarvis smiled, "See you later, I will pay a visit tonight."

"Oh! Don't forget the cookies, I haven't eaten them for a while." John said with a smile.

"No problem." Jarvis said, "See you later."

"Goodbye."

Not long after the two turned around, they heard John yelling at Sherlock: "Don't lift that white cloth again! You've already solved the case!"

"Don't think about it! You are not allowed to go anywhere today! You must stay at home! You are not welcome in the hospital, because you always bully their corpses!"

Jarvis smiled helplessly, turned his head to Harry and said, "How about going to buy a cup of hot cocoa?"

Harry squeezed his lips hard, looking a little shy, because he was really scared just now, "...Okay."

The author has something to say: I found that writing hp is really inspirational, at least my word count can explode, and there is R treasure you want, take it...