Harry of the Sherlock Holmes

In the middle of the night, heavy rain fell from the sky, as if to block everything with a glass.The lights on the street were also fluttering in such heavy rain, and they couldn't even penetrate a few steps away.In such a terrifying night, two people waited quietly on the street.At this time, a person held an umbrella and stumbled towards them.He grabbed the umbrella rib hard to prevent the umbrella from being blown away by the wind.

"What the hell kind of weather is this?" He touched the rainwater splashed on his face, and said to the other two, "I still want to pick her up. Are you going to—" Before he finished speaking, he turned his head Fell to the ground.

"I'm sorry." A soft female voice whispered in his ear.

The next second, with a deafening bang, a sudden blinding blaze pierced the night, and a three-decker bus with huge wheels and headlights screeched to the brakes in front of them.

"Welcome to the Knight Bus, an emergency passenger transport for witches or wizards in distress. Just hold out your wand and step on board, and we'll take you wherever you want. My The name is Stan Thornpark, and I'm your conductor tonight—"

The conductor stopped abruptly because his two guests ignored him and walked in, leaving him embarrassed.

Adhering to professional ethics, Stan still tried hard to get closer to the customer. He greeted warmly: "I didn't expect people to travel in such weather. Where are you going? This... Mr. and your wife ?”

The man nodded slightly, as if appreciating that Spa was able to tell that they were a couple, but he still didn't tell him their names, and simply said, "Diagon Alley."

"Eleven Sickles," Stan said, "but if you pay fourteen, you get chocolates, and for fifteen, you get a thermos and a toothbrush, in any color you want."

"Diagon Alley, no other services needed." The male guest handed him 22 Sickles, while carefully helping the female guest onto an empty brass post bed in the back of the car.Stan glanced at them quizzically, the candle on the bedside bracket burning brightly, illuminating the wainscoted wall, but even he couldn't see their faces.

"Stan, come here." The driver sitting in the armchair in front of the steering wheel greeted the energetic little flight attendant and signaled him to be quiet with his eyes.

"Ern, I..." Stan looked reluctantly at the driver, it was so hard not to be curious about the two mysterious passengers.

"Stinky boy, sit aside!" Ern growled at him. "You don't know how many horrors there are..."

"Terror? Has any horrible incident happened recently?" The mysterious man's voice came at this moment.

"There are no terrorist incidents." Stan opened a copy of "Daily Prophet" and read, "Recently everything has been quiet. Even those horrific fugitives from Azkaban were captured or executed one by one. gone."

Seizing the gap between driving, Ern glared at him: "What do you know, unless something goes wrong, the Ministry of Magic will let us know everything?" Perhaps it was because of the man's calm tone that he dispelled his vigilance, wearing thick glasses The older wizard in the movie began to introduce the situation to him, "It is said that there are many things that are secretly moving recently, I'm afraid...the mysterious man..." He didn't finish his sentence, but everyone could understand the meaning.

"Don't be afraid, we have Harry Potter! Great savior!"

"Tch." The man made a strange sound.

If Ern hadn't pulled him, Stan would have rushed over to argue with the guy who insulted his hero, and now he had to dance and shout from the other side: "What do you mean?"

"Nothing." Stan felt the man seem to glance at him, "How old are you??"

Stan patted his chest, dissatisfied with being underestimated, and emphasized loudly: "I'm already 19 years old."

"Then do you know how old he is now?"

"Who?" Stan was at a loss as to where the topic was headed.

"13 years old." The woman took the topic and said softly, "The savior in your eyes is only 13 years old this year." Her voice was full of regret.

"I...I..." Stan was tongue-tied, his pimples more visible in the candlelight as his face flushed.He had just realized that the "savior" who everyone regarded as the hope of defeating the mysterious man was much younger than him.

And the man didn't care whether his brain was filled with shame, he continued to make a mocking voice: "And everything, is it that simple?"

……

"Wrong." Sherlock said without looking up.

"Why? What's wrong with my thinking?" Harry looked at his father puzzled. He didn't disbelieve his father's judgment, but he felt that his deduction about the heirs of the Deathly Hallows and their entanglement was not wrong this time. .

"Lily Potter." Sherlock ignored the impact of the name on several people in the room, and continued with his machine-gun-like speed, "The appearance of your mother is the loophole in your reasoning. If Death St. If the artifact is only related to their descendants, then the person who appeared should not be her. She even hinted that she was staying with James Potter, but denied that Voldemort was aware of the existence of the resurrection stone at that time. Why? If Voldemort is the real heir of the Resurrection Stone in this war, why are all the 'people' we know about the Potter family?"

"Well...that's right," Harry had to admit that his father's reasoning was more reasonable, "I can't even find Adela. But..." Could it be that the Resurrection Stone is related to the Potter family?But the Slytherins, or Salazar, why didn't he choose his own?Countless thoughts were churning in his mind.John pulled his son closer to him and patted his head lightly.He was very sorry for pulling Harry out in the middle of the night to discuss such a serious topic, but they had to—the Order of the Phoenix gathered here, because the Death Eaters were probably gathering strength for a final counterattack, and because Strange events at Hogwarts.And Harry, at the center of all problems.

"Anyway, it must be closely related to Hogwarts. The ghosts of Slytherin and Ravenclaw have all disappeared." Flitwick played his Ravenclaw acumen, "They are the same as Professor Binns, They are all ghosts from the early days of the school, but Nick, who is almost headless, and the fat monk are all fine (1). I knew they were special, and there must be something different between them and ordinary ghosts!"

"We can put those things aside. No matter who the stone once belonged to, it now belongs to the mysterious man. And now it seems that he has understood its function." Compared with Flitwick's new discovery The fanaticism, McGonagall seemed worried, everyone who experienced it was deeply impressed by that dark period, even the strong-willed fighters were exceptions, "What we should discuss is what to do now."

Dumbledore nodded, and turned his target to a tall, bald, dark-skinned wizard: "Kingsley, has the Ministry of Magic taken any measures recently?"

"Fudge is basking in his exploits." The brilliant Auror didn't take much kindness to his superior.

"Are you really counting on the Ministry?" Grindelwald interjected impatiently. "Politicians, politicians. Al, if I remember correctly, we talked about how to deal with that years ago."

"That's right, politicians are a bunch of annoying guys." Except for Sherlock who resonated unusually with this question, the rest of the people were silent.Grindelwald's teaching performance at Hogwarts almost made everyone forget the surprise of knowing his true identity.

It took a long time for Kingsley to recover his voice: "Anyway, Fudge hasn't done anything new recently. And, I mean, we can't just tell him 'there's something wrong with the ghost'. He won't believe it."

"It will be too late until the problem really arises." Sirius sighed.

"But... Actually we can't really guarantee that there will be ghosts, can we?" Lupine said, "They just disappeared now."

"Disappear, huh?" Sherlock said disdainfully, "Harry, well, Harriet Watson said that she saw the undead gathering, for what? If you have one that can summon, Even controlling the holy artifacts of the undead, would you choose to just let them disappear? Oh, Mycroft would be happy for the sake of world peace. The most famous Dark Lord in the wizarding world is at this level..."

"Ahem, Sherlock, change the subject." John poked the curly-haired detective who was still chattering, and motioned him to pay attention to Grindelwald who was sitting next to him, who was still smiling, as if he hadn't been affected by the words at all. .

"Did I say something wrong, John? Tell me..." This time, the detective was really cut off, because the fire in the fireplace suddenly burst into flames.

"Merlin!" Narcissa Malfoy stumbled in, her usual exquisite makeup paled in panic, "Azkaban, Azkaban..."

"What's wrong with Azkaban? Sissy, calm down." Sirius walked up to her and handed her a cup of tea, and said comfortingly, "Even if Voldemort wants to escape again, there are no prisoners there for him to release, right? ?"

"Ugh, that's right. The Aurors' actions have been a great success...yours...should know better." Molly Weasley chimed in, compared to Arthur and Lucius who were still flushed when they met In terms of the relationship between them, the two women have handled the transformation of their relationship better.

"No, not a prison escape." The warmth of the tea helped Narcissa regain her elegance, but there was still panic in her voice, "Dementors—the dementors have defected from Azkaban!"

"what?"

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"Ern, what are you talking about?" Stan took a few steps back in surprise, almost sitting on the ground.

"Shadow." The driver, who thought he was well-informed, had a pale face at this moment, "Stan, the two people who just got out of the car... have no shadow."

Bright candles were still burning peacefully in the car.