Harry of the Sherlock Holmes

"Grandma, what have you done?" Harry quietly approached Mrs. Holmes.After entering the door, he couldn't figure out why the godfather was entangled in things, and he would be laughed at by his father a hundred times—they all knew Sirius and the family's knots, and the "people" in this old house were indeed sympathetic to outsiders. Not friendly enough.It's not that he hasn't tried to communicate with Mrs. Black's portrait, trying to improve the relationship between her and the godfather, but most of the time, what he got in return is just a scolding meal or a cold ridicule from the other party.

Cloris Holmes stroked his hair unhurriedly, and looked at the curious boy: "It was just an unfriendly conversation." Lupine's observation was wrong, she wasn't talking to Black Madam had a good conversation, but they were confronting each other.For a person like Walburga Black who has engraved the belief of "noble blood" in his bones, what could be better than a Muggle woman who behaved in front of her, smiled more proudly, and was more aristocratic? To arouse her fighting spirit?

She cursed, in exchange for a peaceful smile; she screamed at the stupidity and lowliness of Muggles, and Cloris could point to an object and talk about the glory he had experienced, and laugh at its dust today; she wanted To narrate the noble inheritance of the family, the other party proudly raised his head and told her how wonderful he had two sons, and she also had two sons, but one had already been buried in the ground, and the other... was almost lost.

Cloris shook her head lightly. She had heard how Sirius commented on her mother and family - "pure", what is pure?Is it their lineage or is it crazy to look for one thing and not look back?In fact, Sirius had never escaped from his home, and his every move was engraved with the imprint of Black.Just like Sherlock had to admit the similarity between him and his brother if he didn't want to.But there are many things and many roads that cannot be reached without persistence.Walburga understood this problem and was unwilling to admit it.Then Clauris doesn't mind forcing her to admit it—if you can't get rid of your past "nobleness", then you will always be ridiculed and despised by me, a "lowly mudblood", and then your family will disappear into history without a trace .

But the things behind this are not what Harry needs to know now, he just needs to know how to care and love every family member.So Cloris didn't go further to explain, but turned his attention to his youngest son: "Xiali, how does life in the magic school feel?"

"Boring." Sherlock was fiddling with a few unicorn hairs he got from Hagrid while talking, thinking about the possibility of strangling people with this tough thread.

"Boring?" John looked at him in surprise. "Who is running around every day and making people's castles go crazy?" Especially before they came back, he really felt that the poor big man was almost going to die. Weeping because of the messy Forbidden Forest.

"I mean those wizards are too boring." Sherlock continued to speak venomously, "I don't pretend to have anything in my mind, it's like being unable to live without magic, and I don't learn magic well." To be honest, even The heir's case wasn't much of a challenge either. If it wasn't for the involvement of Harry, this matter wouldn't even score five points in his standard, so he wouldn't bother to make a move.After all, wizards are used to living a life dependent on magic. When something happens, the first reaction is to use some magic spell, not to mention that little wizards are repeatedly controlled by Sherlock's magic.

John couldn't help crying and laughing: "They are wizards. If something goes wrong, it's strange to think of a spell." His first reaction to danger was to draw his gun.It seems that Sherlock is a little impatient with the progress of the matter, too, after all, Peter and the others are still missing after so long.Fortunately, Sherlock is still very interested in the wizarding world itself, otherwise Hogwarts will really be in trouble when he becomes extremely bored.

"The wizard's spell is still very interesting." Cloris commented on the side, and winked at John by the way.

John was taken aback for a moment, then reacted quickly, and nodded: "Some are really interesting." He still has pictures of Sherlock's cat ears. God knows how many places he thought of in order to hide them from Sherlock, and finally hid them in the It went inside the interlayer of the cover of "Theory of the Revolution of the Celestial Sphere" (1).As for what price he himself would pay for the idea?Christmas is for the family to spend happily together. In front of this group of people, he didn't have to care about his image at all.

"What's your secret!" Sherlock jumped up and screamed. The last time Mommy and John did this, he was forced to dance a "brother dance" intimately with the fat man.

"Even if I have a secret with John, it won't affect my love for you, my dear son." Cloris gently pushed back the question.The mystery cannot be solved so easily now.It is not so easy to deal with Xiali and Mike teaming up in a hurry.

"Charlie, how many times have I told you not to make mother sad." Mycroft's voice came from the door. face education.

"Puchi." Harry couldn't help laughing out loud. He had seen his father with cat ears and his treasures, so he could probably figure out what kind of program Grandma planned to plan, but Uncle Mike was just like this He hit himself.

Mycroft glanced at his nephew, then at his younger brother's dark face, feeling that something was wrong, and planned to say something to change the situation.

"I knew Mike was always a good boy, so he wouldn't refuse to fulfill Mommy's little wish, right?" Clauris still didn't know how to deal with the two brothers.

"Uh-er, of course." Bending down to give his mother a hand kiss, Mycroft said bravely, "Mum, what special dish do you want to eat tonight? I'll do it." None of his sensitive nerves reminded him that the development of the matter was out of control.

"Dish? Well, I won't ask you this time. I'm still very curious about the craftsmanship of the house elf, and I want to see what kind of Christmas dinner he can make." Claires waved his hand , let them go this time.There must be trade-offs in doing things, otherwise the sons will not let her play.She looked at the two wizards who came in behind Mycroft: "Sirius, Remus, I wonder if you could do me a favor?"

"Of course, ma'am." Sirius still had great respect for this wise lady who could read people's hearts. "I don't know what it is?" He had just entered the door, and only heard the second half of the words. Could it be that Mrs. Holmes was asking for something from his son?How did you find them?

"I hope you can cast a few little spells on them." Facing the stiff-faced sons, Cloris showed a sweet smile, "Christmas always has a carnival atmosphere, what do you think about coming to the make-up dinner?" So, give them something to add?"

"This is really a good idea." Sirius replied quickly.Not to mention that he was a quarrelsome person, he also saw the reluctance of the two brothers.Let those two Sherlock Holmes, who rely on their own intelligence and ignore people every day, be deflated?It was nothing more than a joy.

"What do you want to turn them into?" Sirius really learned the Transfiguration spell very well, otherwise he wouldn't be able to master the Animagus through self-study.What Mrs. Holmes asked was not the transformation of the whole person, but the addition of ears and tail fluff. He had done it to Sherlock once before.

"Mum, let's forget about this matter." Mycroft was still struggling, "It's not good to spread the word."

"Call it out? How did we spread it out? Or did you already monitor it here?" Cloris raised his eyebrows.

"Of course not." It's not that he hasn't thought about it that way, but the defense system of Black's old house shields electronic products, and it's not Hogwarts that can ask Adela for help. In the end, it can only be at 11 and 13 Grimmauld Place There are a few cameras barely installed on the roof of the building.

"Then what are you still worried about?" After stopping the eldest son, Cloris continued, "I think you have had too much contact with those foolish politicians at work. Look at the stiff expression on your face, how rich it should be one time."

"Hahaha." Sherlock mockingly made a face at his brother, "Mycroft, you can just pretend to be a small animal. But you are so fat, are you going to become a hibernating bear?"

"Charlie, Mommy means we're together." Mycroft saw through his brother's idea of ​​keeping himself out of the matter through word games.

"Who wants to be with you! Mommy is saying that you have a frozen face every day, and you don't smile!" Sherlock screamed.John and Harry held their foreheads aside, and Sherlock's expression was always quite "lively".Sometimes his expression of thinking about something can startle people.

"We are together, Xiali." Cloris made a final decision, not looking at her hopping son, "The image of cat ears last time was very good. But if you want to try another image, Mommy has no problem."

"That's right," said Sirius, who was committed to contributing to the Holmes brothers' deflated career. "Your image last time was really good. If necessary, I can turn my ears into tender pink."

"You stupid dog!"

"That was your mother's request."

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Cloris watched them continue arguing over his own image, joining in from time to time to mediate between the two brothers who were inextricably arguing.Out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of the curtain covering Mrs. Black's portrait, and the corners of her mouth slightly curled up. Before Sirius entered the door, there was no such thin gap between the curtains.

The author has something to say: (1) The theory of the revolution of the celestial sphere "De Revolutionibus Orbium Coelestium" (De Revolutionibus Orbium Coelestium) is a book written by the Polish astronomer Copernicus about his own astronomical theory.