[Comprehensive British and American] The owner is not good

in the morning

Today's weather is still gloomy, the drizzle is like silk threads, the air is mixed with the smell of soil, and the chestnut tree flowers in the yard have completely withered.

"Squeak!"

With a clear sound, a door in the middle of the courtyard was pushed open from the outside.

After the black-haired boy came in, he glanced at the person sleeping on the bed, walked to the window and opened the curtains to let the light shine in, while urging: "Get up quickly, the guests are almost here."

"Tsk!"

The person on the bed frowned, picked up the quilt and covered his face casually, trying to cover the sun, while the other hand hugged the swaddling baby next to him naturally.

"Shut up, idiot!"

"If you dare to stab me with a knife again, let that guy come over and wake you up next time!" Tom Riddle said with great insight before the man did it.

The man didn't answer, and there was no movement on the bed.

"Obviously you asked me to wake you up, okay?" The black-haired boy was helpless, and he tried his best to lift the quilt covered by the other party.

As soon as he lifted the quilt, he saw something incredible——

A swaddle.

"Why is there a baby on your bed?" It was still a guy who was not weaned at first glance.

Black furry head, with a bit of baby fat, flushed cheeks because of sleeping, chubby little hands clenched into fists and placed on the pillow.

Tom Riddle looked at the dirty swaddle on the bed with a look of seeing a ghost, and couldn't believe that a certain cleanliness could endure it.

and many more! !

"Wright?"

The black-haired boy looked at the sleeping baby for a while, and felt a little familiar, but he couldn't remember it until he saw the face of the man next to him, and he immediately understood it.

Tom Riddle had met Wright Lawrence. Although he didn't know much about it because he was young at the time, he still had a little impression of that face.

"Your brain is broken?" Dana looked at his apprentice with a look of disgust, "Wright has already died in a car accident!"

"But this kid really looks like him."

The same eyes, the same nose, except for a little difference in the outline of the face, they are almost exactly the same. There are at least seven or eight points of similarity between the two people.

"I know."

Dana fished out a cigarette from the bedside cabinet, took one out and put it in his mouth, but didn't light it. As casual as he was, he knew it was best not to smoke when there was a baby.

"Are you going to adopt him?" Tom Riddle asked silently when he saw the man's movements, and he almost understood it in his heart.

"Ok!"

He responded softly, and an incomprehensible emotion flashed in the man's gray-blue eyes. After a period of silence, he turned to the black-haired boy beside him: "Do you want to be a brother?"

"Then have you considered what to say to the Holmes family?" The old lady could say that she was benevolent to the master in front of her, almost as if she were her own son.

"Mike already knows, I just sent a message to say." Dana said reluctantly.He didn't think he could take care of a baby, so yesterday he sent a message to a certain Sherlock Holmes' cell phone.

"Forehead!"

Tom Riddle was at a loss for words for a moment, he probably didn't expect the other party to be so direct.

"That's not the problem, the key is—"

The boy had a headache. He stretched out his hand and rubbed his forehead in an attempt to relieve the pressure. Then he asked, "Where did you find this child, and has the problem of milk powder been resolved?"

When the question came up, there was silence.

Tom Riddle looked at the man in front of him who was a little confused when he heard his question, and suddenly felt that he shouldn't embarrass a large baby with limbs not working.

"It's okay, I called Mike over!" Dana suddenly remembered something.

"Is that why you suddenly said in the message that you have a son?" An aria voice interrupted their conversation.

There was a man in an all-black suit at the door, holding an exquisite black umbrella in his hand, and he looked at the lazy Dana lying on the bed with burning eyes.

It was Mycroft Holmes.

Behind him was a secretary, holding many baby-related supplies, including milk powder, clothes, and blankets.

"By the way, Mommy already knows that you have a son and are rushing to London." The elder brother of the Holmes family also brought bad news.

"what?"

Dana looked at the man at the door in disbelief, "Why didn't you stop her?" The reason why he sent a message to the other party this morning was because he didn't want the lady who cared about him to know about it.

"I'm sorry, but after I shared that message with her, Mummy screamed for an hour and then hung up."

The implication is that he can't stop the opponent's actions at all.

"You did it on purpose." The tone of the statement showed that he didn't even believe the man's words, and the only possibility was that he didn't want to explain.

"..." Mycroft didn't speak, and the expression on his face seemed to be acquiescing.

"BOSS..." The secretary at the side naturally started to remind.

"Dale, that kid should eat something." Hearing the secretary's voice, Mycroft looked at Dana Lawrence, and frowned when his eyes touched the other's bare chest.

At the same time, as if cooperating with his words, the baby who was sleeping peacefully next to him also slowly woke up, and let out a soft cry, reminding the people around him of his hunger.

"Clauria."

"Yes, boss."

The female secretary came to the bed, took the crying baby, shook it gently, and then gently stuffed the bottle in her hand into the other's mouth, and finally stopped crying.

Dana breathed a sigh of relief, then he leaned on the head of the bed as if he had no bones, stretched out his hand and patted the place beside him, signaling the man in the suit to sit down.

Secretary Claudia, who was holding the baby, got the instructions from her boss and walked out the door, preparing to take a bath for the baby. Dirty swaddling clothes are not suitable for a cub.As for Tom Riddle, she also called him away.

"Severus Snape! Father used to be a stock speculator, and got drunk after bankruptcy. Mother is Irene Price, who came from that world."

After the black-haired boy left, Mycroft began to talk about everything he knew. He put away the black umbrella in his hand and sat down by the bed.

"That world?" Dana looked at the man's movements and asked with some doubts.

"Wizard!" Mycroft felt the other party's doubts, and further explained.

"I thought this wasn't a fairy tale!" The man said indifferently, wrinkling his perfectly shaped eyebrows.When Dana was young, his father, Wright Lawrence, always whispered these things in his ears, so he naturally understood the wizard's story.

"It's not all fake!"

"You mean my future son is the kind of guy who rides a broom and flies all over the sky, and cooks soup with dirty bugs?" The man remembered what he heard when he was a child, and his instinct of cleanliness began to break out.

He would never allow his son to become that kind of person.

"I think so. Baby wizards go to school at 11. Every country has a school for wizards, and the school for wizards in England is called Hogwarts."

"The name is really ugly."

"You can't avoid it, Dale, and the boy you adopted will be in school next year."

"Boy? You mean Little Tom?" After understanding the meaning of the other party's words, Dana remembered who the other party was talking about.

"Is he a wizard too?"

The man couldn't accept this fact, he was sure again.

"I thought you'd noticed it already." Mycroft just sat on the edge of the bed, the black umbrella in his hand flashed a dim light.

"I thought I would hand this over to Greg!" Dana began to change the subject.

"He didn't have time, so he entrusted this matter to me!"

"Don't push me like that, Mike!"

"You need to calm down!" The man sat on the bed in an all-black suit with a very rational expression, "And you need to learn how to take care of children yourself!"

"Why?" The unscrupulous shopkeeper froze for a moment, not understanding the meaning of the other party's words.

"Clauria has other things to do, so it's impossible to help here. The most important thing is, Dale, you need this child." As the smartest of the three since he was a child, Mycroft fully understood his family The friend's psychology pointed out the problem directly.

Dana Lawrence: "..." He didn't know what to say.

"I have to go. There will be a meeting in 15 minutes. As for Tom Riddle's investigation information, Crowia will send it to your mailbox." Mycroft stood up with a very flat expression on his face. It looks like you are going to an afternoon tea party.

"No, remember to promise me!"