Sherlock Holmes is a Big Brother [Comprehensive British and American]

I'm Harry Potter, an ordinary student in the fourth year of Gryffindor House, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.As for the title of savior, I really don't like it.This is the supreme honor brought to me by the death of my parents. I can't afford it. I would rather not have this honor in exchange for the company of my parents.

"Shut up, Potter!"

"Go away, Malfoy!"

My daily life is like this. If you still want to go deeper, it is these few sentences:

"Mr Potter, I think I'm the Potions teacher at this school."

"Tsk, tsk, it seems that fame doesn't mean everything."

Of course, there is also the greeting from Headmaster Dumbledore:

"Oh my boy!"

Life is plain, but very warm.

(Please don't mind the adventures I have to go through during the semester)

What the Goblet of Fire brings is not only the three-school fellowship of Hogwarts, Beauxbatons, and Amsterdam, but also a person I never expected to meet again—Christina Holmes.

A genius girl.

Now it is the nightmare of all Hogwarts students.

She got the O certificate from OWET in one day, was accepted by Hogwarts, and...became a special guest of the Triwizard Tournament.

Dumbledore asked her to analyze her study method, and she said in front of the teachers and students of the whole school that the wizard level examination was so mentally retarded that she didn't need to use her brain at all.

This is not a wizard at all!

If Hermione hadn't been dragging us through the curfew in the library lately, I think I'd welcome her.Because he draws away at least 90.00% of nine's firepower in the old bat class.Ron thought so too.

"Potter, stop talking nonsense." Christina slowly walked down the moving steps. These stairs, which do nothing but cause trouble, are meek and terrifying today, turning the passageway to where I am. "Your Potions grade shows your stupidity on full display. You can't even get an O in such an easy subject."

I wanted to fight back, but I held back.

You ask me why?

Big brother can't beat it! (>_<)!

"Okay, Christina, what's the matter?" I rubbed my fluffy hair and pushed my glasses on the bridge of my nose.Because I was too nervous, I subconsciously clenched my sleeves tightly.

I think she must have noticed the movement.

"Potter, be careful." She slowed down her tone, and her eyes, which were constantly changing colors, became deeper and deeper.I looked at her against the light, her eyelashes cast heavy shadows, and her expression was obscure.I couldn't read her, but I was sure she was thinking.

She was pondering a question that puzzled her.

"what is love?"

I heard her murmuring softly.I find it a little funny because she always looks so unique and thinks uniquely.

At the end of the Triwizard Tournament, Cedric and I grabbed the trophy.We won, Hogwarts won!

Then there was a bout of dizziness, followed by a headache and nausea, and then... excruciating pain.

I got Cruciatus.

I squinted my eyes and saw a high cauldron set up. In the cauldron was boiling green liquid medicine, toads, snake skin and a series of reptile corpses.Turning my head slightly to look around, a group of wizards wearing black hoods looked at me respectfully. Perhaps it is more appropriate to say that they looked at the cauldron. Each of them had evil and greedy lights in their eyes.

The sound of Cedric falling to the ground sounded, accompanied by a fluorescent green light beam, hitting my heart like a heavy hammer.

I immediately realized that the so-called Triwizard Tournament was a conspiracy.

A huge conspiracy was set up by the Death Eaters to revive Voldemort.And that trophy is exactly the Portkey!

I shivered, and my hands couldn't stop shaking.

"Mr. Potter," a male voice sounded, and I'm sure it's not the Death Eater's voice, because I saw a commotion among them immediately, and Karkaroff turned nervously a few times.It was a low London accent, as deep and magnetic as a cello, but this kind of name sounded very much like that greasy old bat.

And this scene is very familiar.

It's just like...

"I'm Cappuccino, King's AI," he said.

"I'm here just to convey the exact words of the king to you all," as he said, a light blue light flashed twice and appeared in front of me.

I could see it was a phantom, but the other Death Eaters couldn't.As if they were facing a big enemy, they shot spells here with red and green lights, but with a conscience, they missed me.

I saw cappuccino, this aristocratic AI wearing a black gold-trimmed tuxedo and a white silk shirt, arrogantly pointing at the pot of boiling green medicine, and said slowly:

"Spicy chicken."

Then he scanned his fierce eyes for a week, and said again:

"With all due respect, I am not referring to him alone, I am referring to everyone sitting here..."

"It's all spicy chicken."

He used declarative sentences.

Best of all.

congratulations.

Then the cappuccino disappeared very coolly, leaving me kneeling in the dark, surrounded by angry Death Eaters, looking at me as if they wanted to eat me alive.Then the pot of green liquid medicine gradually formed a human shape from it, and the expressions of the Death Eaters became even crazier.

I think...

Surprised? Unexpected?

open!No!open!Heart!

My eyes went dark, my fingertips touched the trophy of the Triwizard Tournament, and then I felt dizzy again.

When I forcefully opened my eyes, what I saw was the familiar grass of Hogwarts.The crowd first cheered for my arrival, but after seeing Cedric's stiff body, they were terrified and speechless.The same is true for me, heavy exhaustion swept over me, I closed my eyelids, and lay unconscious on the ground.

"Voldemort is back!"

The author has something to say:

This one is easier...

I can finally write a chapter that is a little bit more funny...

But it's also dark history.

Let's discuss it, how about adding a chapter for every [-] more works?

Is it easy to stimulate you to accept me? !

Grievance QAQ

Next Chapter: London Temple

That's right, the one from Doctor Strange!

But there will be HP later, and the HP plot will go slowly.