Daily life of HP Sherlock Holmes

Gerald couldn't stand his drowsy state. At this time, not only the Goddess of Tiredness and the God of Sleep were dancing in circles on his head, Gerald firmly believed that there were other things, such as the yawn God or something.

Otherwise, this cannot explain why the resistance to turning my brain is so great now - well, compared to other little wizards who are similar to sleepwalking, my performance is already very good, at least my eyes are still open .Gerrard is still satisfied with his performance, even if he is a goldfish, he is still a different goldfish!

At this time, the person in front suddenly stopped.

Gerald pulled Harry, and Harry grabbed Ron. The three of them were together so that they didn't fall into a ball with inertia like those little wizards who were not paying attention.Gerald saw with good eyesight—ahead of them, a bundle of walking sticks floated in midair.

"It's Peeves," said Percy, drawing out his wand, "a prankster." He raised his voice again, "Peves — manifest."

Gerald frowned at the loud, piercing, balloon-popping sound that answered him.

"Do you want me to go to the bloody Barrow?" Percy threatened, and Gerald silently wrote it down.

With a pop, a dwarf appeared out of nowhere, with evil black eyes, a round, barely recognizable smile, and a big mouth, floating cross-legged in midair—Gerald to Peeves His attire was speechless—clown costumes similar to those of a clown, with a pointed hat on his head, and his hands firmly grasping the bundle of walking sticks.

"Ho ho ho—" Peeves giggled wickedly, "It turns out to be a nasty first-year kid! It's so fun!"

Suddenly he lunged at them.Gerald moved his lips and was about to say something when Percy yelled, "Go away, Peeves, or I'll tell Bloody Barrow, I'm not joking!"

Harry stood with Ron in a dizzy state. Seeing Gerrard's words being choked, he could only silently shut down the scream that he wanted to blurt out, and stood with his neck curled up in Gerald's mouth. Around—well, even more sleepy, why are you so sleepy?

Peeves sticks out his tongue and disappears.The cane hit Neville squarely on the head.They heard him take off, armor clank as he flew by - Gerald's eyes lit up - Peeves could touch things!Oh god, Merlin, what a funny ghost, how funny.

"You should be on your guard against Peeves," said Percy, leading them on, "Bloody Barrow is the only one who can hold him down, and he won't even listen to us prefects. Here we are." Hanging at the end of the corridor was a portrait of a very rich woman in a pink dress, Gerald observed silently while thinking about whether to write a letter to his two brothers.

"Password?" said the fat woman.

"Dragon Slag." I saw the painting staggeringly moved forward, revealing a circular hole in the wall.Gerald Harry crawled through the hole in the wall after the group - Neville had to be helped - and they found themselves in the Gryffindor common room.It was a cozy circular room filled with squishy armchairs.

Percy directed the girls through one door to their dorms, and then led the boys through another door.At the top of a spiral staircase—they were apparently in a tower—Gerald Harry finally found his own room with Ron, a room with five four-poster The bed was draped with dark red flannel curtains.Their boxes had already been brought up.Harry and Ron were exhausted and didn't want to talk any more. Looking at their roommates, they just gave a look with their eyes, and they put on their pajamas one by one and fell asleep.Gerald, on the other hand, struggled - how could he go to bed without a bath!This is simply outrageous! ——He took off the wizard robe, pulled off the bow tie, took off the vest, unbuttoned the white shirt, and then took off his clothes all over the floor. He still knew how to save a pair of shorts for himself, and staggered to the bathroom.

A battle bath, brushing his teeth and washing his face, he persevered with great perseverance. When he put on his pajamas casually and returned to the bed, he fell on the bed with his hair undried, rolled over, wrapped himself in a quilt, and fell asleep. up.

Gerald had a dream, and many strange light spots appeared in his mind, Sherlock's face and Mycroft's face appeared alternately like fragments, and the name of Sherlock's arch enemy Moriarty was capitalized The cards appeared one after another, big and small, flying down, and then like glass or water droplets, they splashed suddenly after touching something unknown—turned into a spider web—and the fire burned When he got up, Dr. Watson was lying on the ground and slowly sank in...

Gerald snapped his eyes open!

Then he saw Harry sitting by the window of the dormitory, and the moonlight made Harry's whole body somewhat illusory.

Gerald shook his head, his hair was almost dry—fortunately, he didn’t have a cold—groping, sure enough, there was his mechanical watch under the pillow, and he checked the time: thirty-fifty.

Harry looked over because of the rustling sound made by Gerald's movements, and saw Gerald quietly get down from the bed, his expressionless face was completely awake, his eyes were clear and wise.Gerald didn't look at Harry, his mind was full of the whole trip before going to bed, especially Peeves' anomaly.

Gerald took off his pajamas, without looking at the clothes that had been thrown on the floor, he opened the box next to the bed and took out another standard three-piece suit.Putting the striped suit back, he looked at the wizard robe he had taken off before his feet, curled his lips in distaste, under Harry's speechless gaze—hey, hey, hey, a living person like me is squatting on the window sill , you clearly saw it, please don't pretend you didn't see it! —Gerald produced another set of wizard robes, and finally looked at Harry.

Harry looked over expectantly - he finally saw himself, finally asked himself why he couldn't fall asleep, um, do you want to tell me about your dream?Now that so many people are still sleeping, will talking be a bit...

Gerald nodded, and after expressing the message of 'wait for me' in his eyes, he went into the bathroom on his own regardless of whether Harry had received it or not.

Harry was completely blind at this time, and he had now discovered that his clever friend might have some brain problems, or some kind of immaturity?Why can't you read people's eyes at all? !Harry thought of Dr. Watson who hugged him tenderly at the end, uh...do you want to write a letter to this doctor and ask?By the way, tell me about your doubts and dreams?

Harry thought about it seriously. According to his young intuition, Dr. Watson was definitely more reliable and reliable than Sherlock.Just when Harry made up his mind to write a letter to Dr. Watson tomorrow, Gerald walked out of the bathroom in full clothes, walked to Harry's bedside, and opened his mouth in Harry's grown-up mouth. He unceremoniously opened Harry's suitcase, and took out the baggy clothes he was ashamed to see and the only remaining wizard robes.

Harry jumped off the window sill, ran to Gerald and snatched his clothes, roared silently and angrily—with his lips—“What are you doing, Gerald!”

"Obviously, take out your clothes, and let you put them on." Gerald looked back indifferently, then smiled, and replied with his eyes, "You also have a lot of questions and confusion, put on your clothes, and tell me Get out, let's have a good talk." Smiling confidently and sincerely, Harry paused holding his clothes, staring at Gerrard.

Gerald's smile disappeared... He frowned slightly, his eyes were pitiful, and his face was extremely embarrassed——Holmes' cute trick started! — "Harry, you can't sleep either, can you?"

Harry finally obeyed Gerald, went to the bathroom, and came out to see Gerald ready with paper and pen and... huh?textbook? !

Gerald packed up the things he needed for class tomorrow, and Harry's by the way. He took a few more bags of instant coffee, quickly picked up Harry, and left the dormitory to the common room.

The common room was dark and silent at this time, and Harry, led by Gerald, sat at the small round table at the two sofas by the stove.Gerald was obviously very satisfied with the seat, he took out his wand and tapped on the table, and immediately, a house elf appeared!

Harry jumped up immediately in fright, Gerrard twitched his eyebrows, and then checked Sherlock's analysis again in his heart.

"A lamp, some cookies, make us a pot of these bags of coffee, nothing more." The house-elf bowed and disappeared excitedly.

"What's that?" Harry didn't feel sleepy at all.

"House-elf, the work of wizards, completely obeys the orders of wizards, loyal and a symbol of status." Gerald put the book on the table and said, "However, that is not what you should pay attention to now, Harry, you have to pay attention to me now, I will ask you a few questions, and I will answer any questions you have, after all, as a savior who is only 11 years old, your adventure is obvious It's about to start, and it's still the famous Voldemort. Oh, but don't worry about that now, we probably still have a semester left, by the way, today's dessert is very good, thank you Harry." Gerrard said Keep going, keep your hands on.

"Gerald..." Harry yelled weakly, because Gerald pushed a book that looked like a brick in front of Harry, "What is this for? It's so late that we don't sleep, so it's hard to come out just to be on the first day of school." One day, hold a reading club in the precious time before any class?"

"Harry, this is the book you have to finish reading within a month. I don't expect you to finish it now." Gerald said indifferently, and then stuffed a notebook and pen into Harry's hand , "The quill is too useless. It needs to be dipped in ink from time to time. It's better to use a pen. Anyway, as long as it doesn't involve electricity, purely mechanical things can be used in the magical world. See, steam is fine."

"Gerald, what the hell are you trying to say?" Harry frowned.

"I want to say...cough!" Gerald nodded awkwardly, and the next thing he was obviously not good at, "Well, that, don't be nervous, I mean, after you enter Hogwarts, you Don't be nervous, things will turn around, after all, Principal Dumbledore is the person Voldemort really fears, as long as he is around, you don't have to worry too much about most things." Gerald tried to comfort him.

You know, Gerald never said that.When he was at home, his two elder brothers were already working outside. His parents were just ordinary people, and no one could arouse his interest and attention. He just lived a boring life day after day.He didn't understand why his peers would struggle and cry over a piece of cake or a toy, or even yell hysterically because their hair was pulled or there was something dirty-Gerald once thought that he was the one with the IQ problem, because these He didn't understand everything—grow up taciturn, with all A's in his studies, constantly skipping grades, he became a school legend and at the same time became a weirdo among his classmates.

Gerald didn't care about this, he was just panicking that he couldn't find his kind.However, after seeing his eldest brother Mycroft and second brother Sherlock, Gerald completely calmed down.

But now, faced with what he believed to be his partner for life, Gerald was a little at a loss. He was not my elder brother Mycroft. The childish and completely self-centered second brother who grew up under the control and training of Mycroft—well, obviously something has changed now.

"In short, don't worry." Gerald came to a conclusion dryly, completely without the prolific and eloquent words when reasoning.

Harry smiled. He was always sensitive to people's emotions, which was honed all the year round at his aunt's house.

"Thank you, Gerald." Harry's green eyes were warm and sincere. "I'll try not to worry."