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

I'm Severus Snape, Professor of Potions at Hogwarts.My childhood was half dark with Spider's End and half sunny with Lily Evans.But I can never forgive myself for killing Lily.I will live the rest of my life in regret.

Lily's son, Harry Potter, is just as annoying as his dad.Troublesome Gryffindors, their heads are stuffed with achnatherum, they are impulsive, impatient, and stupid.

Ha, what did I see,

The Potters are on a night tour!

"Potter, if you want to be expelled, you can go night out as much as you like, and have a good time - twenty points from Gryffindor for your stupidity."

"But, Professor Snape..." Potter's voice was weak.

"Contradict the professor, another ten points will be deducted from Gryffindor." I hooked my lips happily, rolled my black clothes, and walked forward gracefully.

"Mr. Snape, with all due respect, you and his father are rivals in love. Why do you still have to confront Potter?"

A childish voice sounded lightly, and my face sank instantly when I heard the words.Looking up, it was not surprising to find that it was Christina Holmes, the transfer student who openly provoked the teachers and students of the school in the auditorium.Because apart from her, other students can't speak fluently when they see me, especially the Gryffindors.

"To provoke the professor wantonly, twenty points will be deducted from Ravenclaw." I held back my fury, my voice distorted.

With someone like Christina Holmes, the best thing you can do with her is to be silent and calm.

This is a test of the teacher's psychological quality.

Really, don't argue with her.

Comparing with her will kill you.

"Miss Holmes, I think your cauldron is going to explode soon, Ravenclaw..." I stepped forward silently, pointing the tip of my wand at the boiler.

"It turns out it won't blow up, Mr. Snape."

"Please call me Professor Snape, Miss Holmes. —Besides, it will explode if you dump it."

"But it wasn't the cauldron that blew up, Professor Snape."

"Ravenclaw deducted thirty points for contradicting the professor."

The Dark Mark was burning, and I clutched my arms and staggered forward.Sleeping in the Forbidden Forest in the darkness, the wind blew softly, blowing away the soft moonlight and the charming atmosphere at this time.

"Apparition," I said, turning my wrist.The voice was deep, suppressing my lengthy thoughts.The yearning and guilt for Lily are constant. As I said, I will spend the rest of my life to make amends.

The Death Eaters gathered in the Malfoy Manor, Lucius and Narcissa's expressions were not very good, the dark green light illuminated the medieval utensils on the long table, making them look even more eerie.The sleeping Slytherins woke up, and the bloody wind swept the entire wizarding world. It is not difficult to imagine the situation where everyone is in danger in the future.

"I have a problem, Severus." The Dark Lord held his phoenix-feather wand gracefully between his fingers, like a baton. "What do you think of Christina Holmes?" He turned his wand carelessly, and touched Nagini, that is, the head of the big snake.

"Master, she..." I pondered for a while, hesitating what to say.

"Just tell the truth." Voldemort rested his chin on his knuckle hand, his pale face covered by a black hood.

"She's a genius with a good talent for magic, a typical Ravenclaw." I pretended to be apprehensive, and hesitated.

Voldemort did not speak, and the Death Eaters were also silent, daring not to speak.

"Compared to me?" he asked.

"..."

To be honest, this is a proposition.

"Of course you, master."

"Severus, don't lie to me." Voldemort stood up, Bellatrix's swollen eyes were wide open, and his black hair was disheveled and lifeless. "Okay, let's declare war on Hogwarts.—Yes, Lucius, in the name of the Duke of Darkness." He took off his hood, revealing a handsome face.The smooth and fair face exuded a sharp-edged indifference; the blood-red eyes glowed with a charming color.Pinned to his chest is an 'S' shaped emerald badge, which looks noble and elegant.

The Death Eaters all gasped in surprise.

"Master, you..."

"Go, to the Forbidden Forest." Voldemort, the Dark Lord, smiled charmingly.

I can confirm one thing now:

As long as Voldemort continues to promote his blood theory in this way, no one in the entire British wizarding world will object to him.

As for Porter,

He can't even think about being a savior.

Let go of his good looks.

The Dark Lord wandered through the Forbidden Forest, followed by the Death Eaters, looking at their master like a dream.

"Aren't you going to come out, Holmes?" The Dark Duke stopped suddenly and looked up at the darkness.

Draco's hands were shaking, I think he just recalled the fear of being dominated by Holmes.There was a shadowy figure in the darkness, that person hesitated for a moment, but finally came out, I broke into a cold sweat for her.The mood was very upset, and I unexpectedly hoped that she would survive.

"Avada Kedavra!" Unexpectedly, but within reason, a bright green beam of light shot out from the tip of Voldemort's wand, shooting straight at Christina, and my pupils shrank sharply.Staring at her closely, my heart skipped a beat when I realized she had dropped her wand.

But I can only ignore all of this, I can't make a move, otherwise Dumbledore's old fox's game will be ruined.

Christina drew a silver halo in front of her and pushed forward, as if she wanted to use this magic circle to block the unforgivable spell.The laughter of the Death Eaters reached my ears.

A green gem fell out of her pocket, and then she fell flat and fell straight into the silver halo.I also vaguely heard the sound of her falling to the ground, and her painful sobs.The gem seemed to be spiritual, and then flew into the circle.Almost at the same moment, the dazzling light dissipated.

Fortunately, she is still alive.

only...

Where did she fall?

All the Death Eaters looked at the empty forest in front of them and fell silent.

*God perspective switching*

Christina fell into an alley, she stared blankly at everything in front of her.

"Cappuccino."

"King, it's exactly what you think."

It is now January 2004, 1, at 30:19 in the evening.

Christina is in Baker Street, London, England. She is currently homeless, but someone will pick her up and return to Sherinford soon.

She didn't really want to go back, because she saw Sherlock, her second brother.

Although she hadn't seen him for a long time, she still recognized him at a glance.Her brother was wearing a blue and black windbreaker and a gray scarf, and got into a taxi.A short man behind hurriedly chased him out, as if trying to stop him.

"Cappuccino." She looked at the direction of 221B, and after a little thought, she understood the cause and effect.

A black Bentley stopped in front of her.

"Little Reese, long time no see."

—It was James Moriarty.

"Perhaps, brother Jim."

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