Harry of the Sherlock Holmes

There are some houses, as long as you see them, you can understand the characters and habits of the owners who once lived in them, and feel the growth, glory and decline of a family. No. 12 Grimmauld Place is like that—it has never been seen The house is dirty and messy, and the windows are even more filthy; the inside of the house is a little dilapidated due to long-term unoccupied (Sirius was not very satisfied with his ancestral house, and he didn't take care to clean it up at all), but the former splendor can still be seen and prosperity.

It's been raining in London since this morning and it's still overcast. "Alas—" Harry put down his pen irritably, he couldn't write in his summer homework now, and he didn't have the heart to explore in this old house.

Lupine walked into the room lightly, smiled and looked at the boy who put his whole face on the table, and said comfortingly, "Are you still thinking about it?"

"Yeah." Harry bowed his head in frustration.After returning home, John kept a cold face, complaining about Harry's "reckless impulsive and reckless behavior": "What do you mean other professors won't believe it? Can't you explain the matter clearly to them carefully? Even if you can't explain it clearly, just find it Isn’t it enough to have a reason to pull them to act together? Didn’t you learn ‘acting’ very well from Sherlock?”

"John—don't talk about him, it's an emergency." Sherlock first softened his heart and pleaded for his son, and then was accused by his own military doctor, "What are you talking about! Harry is running around regardless of danger I learned all my mistakes from you, so you have the nerve to say it!" Finally, with drooping curly hair, she went to make coffee for John to apologize.

Harry felt a little wronged, the situation at the time really didn't allow him to think too much, and he was sure that it was the best way to ensure everyone's safety.Although he didn't say it out loud, he was still a little proud of himself for being able to do that. He didn't expect his father to treat him like this.

"Harry," Lupine sighed, "your...dad cares about you."

"I..." The boy moved uncomfortably, and finally stood up abruptly, rushing out, "Talk to Sirius for me, I'll go back first—"

"Hmph, you're kind." Sirius said in a sour tone, "Harry hasn't stayed with me for long, and I asked you to persuade him to go back with a few words?"

Remus stepped forward and patted his friend on the shoulder, "Sirius, don't be mean. You can tell that Harry is unhappy."

"That's not Harry's fault! Who told them to show Harry's face!"

"Sirius," Remus said emphatically, "think about it, if James was still alive, what would he say about what Harry did at school?"

"...Cut." Sirius let out a grudging sound.Of course James would be proud of Harry, but he would also be mad at his son (and Lily would be even more so).They don't care about using their lives to fight Voldemort, but Harry, that's their treasure—rather than being a hero who saves the world, they hope that Harry can grow up healthy, safe and happy. "Then they shouldn't give Harry a hard time," he muttered.

"They are qualified fathers." Remus said-of course there is great love in this world, and Dumbledore may be that kind of person. When the majority and the few are put on the balance, he can resolutely serve the greater good To sacrifice; but most people are small love, they will be selfish, they will choose to give everything for only one person, they would rather other people die than let one person get hurt - big love is of course great, but that kind of selfishness Your love might not be more lovely.

He sighed deeply again, "Sirius, admit it, we are late. Even if James is resurrected now, he will not be able to catch up with his 'fathers' in Harry's heart."

Harry didn't know what Sirius and Remus discussed after he left, he hurried back to 221B using the Floo network (Sirris linked it to Grimmauld Place), and then rushed on John.

"Dad~" He rubbed back and forth in the man's arms, "I was wrong, don't be angry with me, okay~"

"Be obedient and stop taking risks with yourself?"

Harry hurriedly nodded cautiously like a squirrel holding a pine cone, almost wagging his tail: "Absolutely not."

"You—" John cheered him up, and tapped his forehead with his hand.When he doesn't recognize this expression?Exactly the same as when Sherlock promised not to try his dangerous experiments again and pretend to be good.He hugged the boy gently, "Harry, seriously, don't worry us."

"I know." Harry sniffed hard to keep from crying.

"Father, I want to ask you a question, can I?" When John and his son finally got bored enough, Harry slowly moved to Sherlock's side.

Sherlock put down the newspaper in his hand, he had been reading the newspaper intently, he didn't seem to pay attention to what happened just now (this action might be more convincing if the page he was staring at wasn't the entertainment page that he always sneers at) :"whats the matter?"

"How do you know what I did in school?" His body has recovered to a very healthy state in the medical wing, and the gunpowder burns on his fingers from the gunpowder should have disappeared after such a long time. I changed my clothes before going home, and rehearsed my response expressions... How did I get caught?

Sherlock looked back and forth at his son from head to toe with his eyes, Harry stood up straight unconsciously, held his breath, and waited for his father's answer.

"After hanging out with those stupid wizards for too long, your stupid little brain is finally rusted?" Sherlock finally spoke, casually pointing to a piece of paper buried under a pile of debris on the desk. A parchment scroll, "Did you forget that little girl? How could she not tell us about such a big thing."

Hermione... Harry was tearing up inwardly, he should have known that keeping the Queen of Gryffindor out like that wouldn't pay off.The fact that he was not defeated by the camouflage skills but by the "internal traitor" is really reconciled.

"Okay. Stop worrying about your little cleverness—" John patted Harry on the head, then turned to Sherlock, "What do you think of the commission from the lady just now? Do you want to accept it?"

Sherlock turned around happily: "Of course, I haven't seen such an interesting commission for a long time. Christmas, this is Christmas—"

"What commission?" Harry asked curiously, how could such a thing be done without him?

John just said, "That's a worried lady..."

"John—we're telling the basics of a case. When on earth are you going to stop your love of 'romantic' literature?"

"Okay," John shrugged, "then you do it."

"Our client is from the famous Roylotts of Stoke Moran, Surrey, and she doesn't seem to be living a very modern life there - she didn't know about me from John's blog, Because she didn't comment on it, but got the news from an old newspaper-oh, John, don't be surprised. She brought the paper, but just kept it in the sleeve, you didn't Just observe carefully. She felt the urgency of the situation, which made her emotional, and decided to brave the heavy rain and take the first morning train to come."

Harry suddenly realized, no wonder he also saw a stub of a bus ticket on the table, which seemed to be left here by the client by accident. "Her life is in danger?"

John couldn't help interjecting: "She believed it that way herself, and so did I, by the way. Her mother remarried to her current stepfather with a sizable fortune, leaving the man who inherited an empty Luo The last of the Yitero family was able to return to a life of profligacy. Before she died, the lady made a will bequeathing all the property to her husband, with the proviso that when her daughters married, A certain amount of money must be allocated to them every year."

"That stepfather wants to keep the fortune!" Harry exclaimed.

"This is just a more likely theory." Sherlock did not easily come to a conclusion before knowing all the circumstances. "That lady also has a sister who was married to a Marine Corps major two years ago. She Her stepfather hadn't expressed any objection when he heard about it, but she died suddenly less than two weeks before the scheduled wedding."

"What was the cause of death?"

"Hmph." Sherlock sneered, "Our stupid police agency was closed by a weeping poor father who wanted to bury his daughter as soon as possible, and it ended after a symbolic hasty procedure."

"So this younger sister is worried about the same thing as her older sister? But it's been two years now, why didn't she worry before—oh, she's getting married too!"

Sherlock curled his lips: "That's right, this lady has finally fallen in love recently, and decided to marry her sweetheart immediately. But in the past few days, she will hear some rustling sounds in the middle of the night, some sounds before her sister died. I mentioned it to her before, but it was thought to be a hallucinatory voice caused by pre-marital anxiety. She checked the doors and windows every night before going to sleep, but her sister died alone in a completely closed room, which is why the gang The incompetent police detective took it for granted that it was a natural death without checking. Fortunately, she is not too stupid to come to me for help."

"Father, you are the best! You are the world's number one detective!" Harry approached fawningly, "Take me with you. I will never cause trouble." He raised his hand desperately to promise.

"No one said not to take you." John replied helplessly, and then looked at Sherlock who was excitedly searching for some information, and castigated himself - he was defeated by the two father and son.How difficult it is to bring up these two "children" for so many years.

The author has something to say: Looking at the previous comments, some people guessed that I planned to blacken the headmaster, and some people said that I was whitewashing, but I don't think I did either-my evaluation of everything the headmaster did to Harry is As in this chapter, the principal is a great man, but greatness requires sacrifice.So in the original book, he almost single-handedly promoted Harry's growth, and let him go to the path of "self" (Horcrux) destruction) (he does care about Harry. But as parents, John and Sherlock's reactions will be Be more selfish, just like Lily asked Voldemort for Harry before she died. Anyway, neither kind of love is good or bad. The world also needs great people, but ordinary guys like me feel that sometimes A little selfishness is more touching.