Harry of the Sherlock Holmes

When the white snowflakes fell on the ground of Hogwarts, Harry couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief, Christmas was finally coming.

After the Quidditch match, people's fading enthusiasm for him was rekindled. They looked at him with curious and fearful eyes, wondering how Harry could make such a big noise when he was threatened. "of. (What's there to be curious about, Harry thought sullenly, they are the "magical" wizards, what a fuss.) But that's not the most important thing, the most troublesome thing for Harry is the wrath of the Potions Master , now besides being provoked in every class, he has to go to the cellar to receive the venom of the snake king (Harry is not afraid of this, but it is not a pleasant thing to listen to people mocking your IQ every day, He feels really sorry for Uncle Anderson now).

So he was really glad that things at school had a bit of a buffer, and he really missed that the fathers had too much to tell them.He liked Hedwig very much, but the traditional way of sending letters was really not very safe.Ron and the twins will be staying at school because the Weasleys are visiting Charlie in Romania.They will continue to carefully monitor Quirrell's situation, and Harry also promises to report his development to them in time, so that they can learn more interesting "Muggle stories".

Sherlock had come to the station with John to pick up their boy and wrap him in a warm scarf (there was a Warming Charm available, but Harry had to say the soft feel of the wool and the care of his family made him even happier).They also met Draco's parents, Lucius Malfoy, with fair hair, cold pale gray eyes, and pale pointed face, and Narcissa Malfoy, very regal with blond hair.

The boys were very nervous about this meeting. As the two people who mentioned their father most frequently in school life, they were full of despair that their parents could get along well with each other.But they really ignored the influence of their friendship on the parents. Sherlock finally greeted Lucius in a very perfect aristocratic way, if he hadn't pointed out the obvious smell of refreshing medicine on Lucius at the end To make it immediately clear to everyone that he's exhausted this Christmas social season (Harry believes no one but a Potions master studies the characteristics of hundreds of potion smells like Sherlock does. But he can gloat ahead of time, Della Curtis had said that Professor Snape had always been a regular visitor to the Malfoys' house at Christmas); John played on his affinity for ladies, which Sherlock had always attacked, and had a good time talking with Narcissa.

"I can't believe it," Harry muttered as they got back into the car, giving his father a hug. "Thank you, Sherlock. I know you don't like social etiquette."

"That's not difficult." Sherlock tugged at the collar of his coat. "You should see your father, how familiar with flirting skills-'Ma'am, your dress is so beautiful today?'John, you are a pullover and a pragmatic hobby Or, when did you like such complicated dresses?"

"Then I should compliment you on your expensive and cherished coat?" John shook his head amusedly, "Don't change the subject, what were you researching just now?"

"He frowned when he shook hands with me, and he looked a bit maladapted. But he still behaved well for his son, and if Harry decided on that boy as a friend, he probably wouldn't stop him." Sherlock replied quickly, "When you are nervous, you will subconsciously touch the snake-shaped silver cane. It seems that it is his weapon... Ah, the wand. Harry, when you see some people who seem to have no weapons in the future, you should pay attention to the seemingly harmless things in their hands. tool."

Harry nodded, proud of the recognition of his friendship, but also touched by the concern of his fathers.He knew that no matter how miraculous a boy he might be in the eyes of the wizarding world, he would always be Sherlock and John's son, and they would do everything in their power to support and protect him.

"Ah, we don't know 221B anymore?" He realized that the direction of the car was wrong.

"No, to grandma's," John replied with a smile. "Before that, pick up a bouquet from the florist."

"Oh, that's awesome!" Harry exclaimed.

Sherlock snorted reluctantly, "Mycroft's presence will ruin Christmas."

John comforted him with a funny smile: "He won't. And don't you miss your mother too much?"

Harry snickered too.If you want to say who the most amazing person in the world is, then that person will not be the greatest white wizard Dumbledore, and of course it is even less likely to be Harry.That person must have been his grandmother, Mrs. Holmes - the lady who gave birth to two brilliant brothers, Mycroft and Sherlock. "The Queen of England should award her a medal," John once joked.And Harry knew it was true. On his 7th birthday, his grandma took him to see that-she was not proud of the honor represented by the medal, but proud of having two outstanding sons.She also hopes that Harry can stick to his beliefs, develop his talents, and become a child worthy of Sherlock and John's pride.

Draco once mentioned in the chat that their family owned a beautiful manor. In fact, Harry felt that the Sherlock Holmes manor would definitely not be inferior to it. The old house was in a typical Victorian style, with colorful Brightly colored houses, triangular gables, balconies with porticos looking out onto very pretty gardens.This is a place with historical charm but never makes you feel desolate, and only such a place that retains traditional elite education but is always relaxed and full of vitality can cultivate two brothers with extraordinary talents but very different interests.

"You are here." Mrs. Holmes came to greet them in person at the Renaissance-style gate with semi-circular arches, and gave everyone a warm hug.

"Charlie is still obedient." She ignored her younger son's protest against the nickname, stroked his curly hair and said, "Mike hasn't come back yet."

Sherlock grimaced happily at the statement.John smiled wryly. He sometimes suspected that the other kind of rivalry between the Holmes brothers was really just a mother's bad taste for her bright sons.Harry was already thinking about what to do to pass the time tonight when his father and uncle "argued".

Mycroft and Lestrade arrived shortly after, and all gathered in the kitchen - there was a very good cook on the estate, but Mrs Holmes insisted that the Christmas dinner only made sense if it included the fruits of everyone's labor .John and Lestrade huddled together to make crispy roast chicken legs, occasionally complaining to each other about how colorful life is with a Sherlock Holmes at home; Harry was in charge of making fruit cocktails, and he enjoyed cutting up various fruits and stacking them together , and mixed various drinks together to produce wonderful changing feelings (in this evening, he was also allowed to drink a little alcoholic beverage); the most amazing thing is Sherlock and Mycroft, you can't imagine How good they are at making Christmas pudding, and under the watchful eye of their mother, they work together flawlessly (if you don't look at the flour marks left on their expensive clothes).

"Very well, we will have a perfect Christmas." Mrs. Holmes finally nodded with satisfaction. "Mike, Charlie, take your violins. Now is the time for some cheerful dance music."