[Comprehensive British and American] The owner is not good

the next day.

Severus woke up on the big bed in the room next to Sherlock, with Hannibal Lecter next to him. The little guy opened his eyes, was stunned for a while, and then gently tugged the sleeve of the man next to him.

"Huh?" Hannibal woke up from his sleep and saw a pair of big black eyes. His taupe eyes revealed laziness, and his handsome facial features seemed to come out of an oil painting. Even if he was not awake, this Men still have some elegance in their bones.

"I want to get up!" the little guy dragged the man's voice and said in a very low voice. His small body was wearing the same beige pajamas as the man's, which looked like a miniature version.

Even if the three-year-old Severus wanted to get dressed on his own, his body would not allow it. Mostly he relied on the help of adults, and the specific choice depended on who he slept with the night before.Usually it's Hannibal Lecter, and occasionally it's Dana Lawrence, so he's still very skilled at shouting.

But he didn't call people often, the two parents were usually very busy, Severus usually tried to let the latter sleep as long as possible, there was a reason why it was so early today.

He's going to Uncle Mike's today!

The little guy looked seriously at Hannibal, who was resting on his chin with one hand and knocking on the side of the bed with the other, waiting for the next sentence. His eyes were very firm: "It's already an appointment!"

Severus was a good boy who kept his promise.

They had been in Baker Street yesterday afternoon, and the little fellow saw no one else except Mrs. Hodson, who came back and smiled and handed him some delicious cookies.

Dana Lawrence was worried that he would be bored, so he made a special call to Mycroft who was still working hard in the White House, and asked if the latter was free to answer the phone. Severus was waiting there.

"Sev?" A low, magnetic voice came from the phone.

"Mike, I want to!" This sentence meant that he wanted to play with Mycroft, and he hadn't seen him for a long time, and he missed him very much.

"I know!" Mycroft quickly understood what the little guy meant, and his tone of voice became much softer.

"Go!" Severus made a request without fear, as if the person on the other end of the phone was not the wolf that made many foreign politicians fearful, but an amiable elder.

In fact it is.

Mycroft, who doted on the child, heard the tender voice on the other end of the phone with his originally expressionless handsome face, the corners of his lips raised an almost invisible arc, and his calm blue eyes also warmed up.

"Give the phone to your father, Mike needs to talk to him, a car will pick you up tomorrow!" Mycroft rarely refused Severus' request.

Hearing the voice on the phone, Severus raised his eyes reflexively to look for the voice, then ran to Dana's side and handed the phone to the other party.

"Dell!" Big Holmes' voice returned to its original calmness.

"Huh?" The shopkeeper picked up the phone from his hand, and answered lazily. His attitude towards the famous "British Government" has always been like this.

"Tomorrow I will send someone to pick up Severus, and I hope you can give me an explanation by the way." Big Holmes didn't care about the attitude of the other party. He had to face many people every day, and it was impossible for them all to have the same attitude. Respect, more of it is obedience and disobedience, if all of them make him angry, he simply doesn't have enough time, so he gave the order very calmly.

"What explanation?" Dana Lawrence frowned, not understanding what the other party meant.He recalled his recent behavior and re-confirmed that he hadn't caused any mess. Instead, it was Sherlock who made another ghoul legend in the London hospital.

Seeing his father chatting with Mike on the phone, the well-behaved Severus didn't bother them, but came to the side of Hannibal's arms, so he didn't hear the follow-up.

"What explanation?" Dana was puzzled.

Mycroft at the desk at the other end was correcting official documents with a pen in one hand and a phone in the other. Hearing Dana's voice full of doubts, his smooth movements paused for a while, as if confirming the truth of the other party's words. Then continue to correct the official documents.

"Some things about Hangleton County, and I hope that when you reply to Tom Lawrence's letter, ask him if he was still at Hogwarts College two months ago." Mycroft continued to chat with the lady secretary who was waiting on the sidelines.

Miss Secretary didn't even look at her boss, she walked out of the room with the document in her hand like a robot, and she had to explain the matter in the document within 20 minutes.

Hearing this sentence, Dana Lawrence frowned more and more. He did not receive a letter from Hogwarts two months ago. In the past, no matter how busy Tom Lawrence was, he still received a letter every month regardless of the weather. The arrival storefront only except for that time.

"What happened?" Knowing that Mycroft couldn't say something unfounded, Dana's first reaction was what happened in Hangleton County.

The place name is very familiar. He remembers that Tom Lawrence's biological father's hometown is also his mother's natal home. The latter also went there without telling him. Dana is naturally very familiar with it.

"You don't need to know, I will tell you everything after the matter is fully confirmed." Mycroft did not intend to tell him the specific content, but said in a flat tone.

Dana didn't care either. He understood that the other party was doing it for his own good, so he simply nodded.

"Row!"

Memories are over!

Hannibal refocused his gaze on the black-haired kid next to him, who was a little nervous at first, but the hand that grabbed his sleeve tightened even more.

"..."

Well, this is a little guy with principles.

"Sweater!" Severus noticed that Hannibal was distracted, and his emotional cultivation of fear subsided, and his firm belief occupied his heart, and he asked Hannibal the Great Devil, even specific to the type of clothes.