Harry of the Sherlock Holmes

Dumbledore likes to take a walk in the rainy afternoon. The slightly moist soil illuminated by the sun exudes a unique fragrance mixed with the smell of green grass, which makes people feel very relaxed.

Most of the time, he will enjoy such a good time with Grindelwald, but sometimes they will separate and enjoy some quiet time alone.Both of them are not young anymore, and know that sometimes it is better to give each other some space.

But something's not right lately.Dumbledore often bumped into acquaintances who greeted him on the road - vaguely mentioned something to him.

"Albus, how are you and Grindelwald doing lately?" The strict former Gryffindor headmaster and current Hogwarts headmaster McGonagall suddenly became gossiping.

"Ah... Albus, a pot of beautiful and fresh plants is a good choice as a gift for your partner." Professor Sprout recommended to him, patting his chest. "If you want anything, just tell me."

"Professor Bee, whose head is full of syrup." The man who has long been feared by the students more than Voldemort also ran over aggressively, and handed him a crystal bottle filled with purple liquid, "I would like to give it to you. Using potions other than dental potions."

"The new cafe in the Muggle city center is nice." Lucius Malfoy, who made the right investment because of his son and managed to get the most out of the war, ran to the countryside regardless of his expensive robes , and then...recommend him an expensive cafe.

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"So, you ran here out of curiosity, and then found out that Mr. Getler had a good conversation with an elegant lady?" Harry put down his coffee cup, raised his eyebrows and looked at another table by the window, and then clasped his hands together. The bulge crossed his lips and looked at the disguised old headmaster with a strange smile.

"Oh, dear Harry." Even Dumbledore couldn't help but blush when he mentioned this kind of thing to the younger generation. He lowered his voice, "You have excellent observation skills since you were a child."

"That's what my father brought up, and he's actually a relationship idiot. He always claimed to be married to his job until he met Dad." Harry evaded.

"I……"

"Don't you trust Mr. Getler?"

"I believe." Dumbledore let out a long breath. They and Grindelwald had a common ambition and the deepest regret for one thing; they parted ways and fought together.It is difficult to talk about a crisis of confidence.But seeing such a scene... Dumbledore had to admit that he was still a little worried about gains and losses.

"Then . . . why don't you ask Mr. Getler yourself?"

Dumbledore turned his head to see the man they were talking about standing behind him.

"Albus--" Grindelwald paced over, still holding a tray in his hand.

The young man who was evaluated as "excellent in observation skills" flashed out the door with a smile, and decided to let himself ignore the sign on the door of the cafe-"Love in Handmade, I will teach you how to knit woolen socks for your lover and make desserts." Ignore the small print below - there are also warm apartments available, welcome to visit.

later……

Later... It is said that there is a black cat in the headmaster's office of Hogwarts; The professor's office... has a regular visitor.

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10

Lucius Malfoy and Narcissa Malfoy wept with joy outside the white ward—Draco finally had an heir of his own.

"My son must look very much like me." Harry pressed his face against the glass, looking tenderly at a pregnant woman who was about to give birth in the room.

"Hmph," Draco flaunted his beautiful platinum-blonde hair to the other party, "The Malfoy family's genes are the strongest. My son will inherit all of them perfectly."

"You really did this?" Ron looked at his friend dumbfounded, "This... this is too..."

"Smart decision." Hermione was as supportive of the boy as ever. "I'd say you should have done it long ago. Uncle John would be delighted to have a grandson to raise."

"Gentlemen, please read this agreement carefully. It will take effect immediately after signing. If you think about it then..."

"We've already thought about it."

"Bring a pen and sign it."

"You really think so?" The aroma of essential oils was still permeating the large bathroom, but Draco's face showed an extremely serious expression, and his voice was trembling, "You mean—"

"Yeah, what do you think? I know you've always wanted an heir." Harry answered him in a calm voice.

"How is that possible? Why don't I—"

"Perhaps you should watch more entertainment news besides the boring political and tax summary reports." Facing the extremely surprised Draco, Harry just smiled indifferently.

"Muggle technology is mature enough that we just need to provide our own sperm."

"Hey, seriously, I have something to discuss with you."

"what?"

"Let's have a baby."

"I have a proposal."

"Never! Harry, you definitely don't want me to go to some magical ruins in the forest with you..."

"You don't like it? Then let's try the grassland next time."

"Any new plans?"

"Let me go." The exhausted platinum noble muttered as he soaked himself in the bathtub, "Really."

"You just—"

"Hey!"