[sherlock] Sherlock's Ome

Shelley has recently been obsessed with Twitter. Every time I order a meal in a restaurant outside, I always take a few photos before eating. I also like to take pictures and post them on Twitter when I make cakes.This day, she went to a newly opened Chinese restaurant to taste Sichuan cuisine with Sherlock and John. After taking pictures of a few plates of red, spicy and scary dishes and posting them on the Internet, she shook her cheeks and started eating.

"Sheley, why are you angry?" Sherlock asked, he thought he didn't offend Shelley recently, why should he be punished again?

Shelley glanced at him lightly: "Aren't you a great detective? You want to go by yourself."

John smiled wryly, he was the one who got shot innocently, okay?But although it's too spicy, it's really delicious. Drink more water.

After finally finishing the meal, Shelley felt that he had eaten too much and needed a walk to digest the food, so they decided to walk home and consider taking a taxi when they were tired from walking.When passing by a community, they found the sound of riots not far ahead. Sherlock immediately ran over there, Shelley touched his full stomach in pain, looked at John with a wry smile, and could only chase after him.

It was rare for Sherlock to have a silly surprised expression. Shelley was about to laugh at him, but John pulled his arm, and he also had a dull expression.Looking in the direction of his finger, Shelley also opened his mouth wide.God, what is that?

Floating in the air was a very fat woman in a tweed dress with the buttons unstretched, a reddened face, protruding eyes so small they could barely be seen, and fingers as thick as sausages.She was still going up, a fat man who was not at all fat compared to her was desperately pulling her feet down, another woman as thin as a bamboo pole and a fat boy pulled him so that he would not be led by the fat woman Walk.

"So...is that a person or a balloon?" John murmured.

Shelley subconsciously took out his mobile phone and started taking pictures. Sherlock had regained his usual composure, and replied: "It's obviously a person. She should be the sister of the man who grabbed her. Of course, although she is usually fat enough to kill people, But it's obviously impossible to be as fat as she is now, she just offended someone with powers... Oh, it was the little boy over there, he was irritated, and he couldn't control his powers. The child was alone, because His powers are being abused and he wants to run away from home. Quick, keep up!"

Sherlock quickly caught up with the little boy with messy black hair. The boy was struggling to drag a large suitcase, and in the other hand was holding a birdcage with a white owl inside.

"Someone keeps an owl as a pet now? It's a protected animal," Shelley asked in surprise. "It's not like a pet that an abused orphan can keep."

"Obviously, his little pet is not raised at his relative's house. There may be a world of supernatural beings that we don't know about. It's good for the fat man to hide it. Let's find him later to settle the score."

"Mycroft? Are you saying that Mycroft knows the world these people with supernatural powers live in?"

"Yes, you can see that he is obviously going back to that world, which means that there will not be too few people, and he has formed his own small world. Hurry up, he has to find a way to leave here, we have to stop... that's a Black dog?"

A very big black dog appeared in front of the boy. Although it was skinny and its hair was dirty and messy, its eyes were very bright.It seemed to be very human, and it cautiously approached the boy. Seeing that he was not afraid of himself, it began to rub its head against him, and stretched out its tongue to lick the tear stains on his face.

"Could it be a dog demon?" Shelley, who has Chinese blood and has heard many Chinese myths from his grandfather and grandmother, asked doubtfully.

Sherlock had already strode over, the boy looked at him suspiciously, and the big dog had already put on a defensive posture. Sherlock ignored it, he looked down at the boy: "You have been abused by your relatives, and have been abused since childhood, but you never thought of reporting them, weak, stupid, ridiculous."

"Sherlock!" Shelley called out warningly.

The boy took a step back and shook his head: "That's my aunt, anyway, they raised me until I was 13 years old. Although I hate them too, they still gave me food and clothing, although what I ate was Dudley's leftovers. This year, I wore Dudley's old clothes and lived in the cupboard, but without them I would have starved to death."

"Are you 13 years old?" Shelley was surprised, he looked thin and small, maybe 11 years old at most.The black dog also barked.

"Do you have any other relatives?" Shelley asked.

The boy shook his head: "My parents are both dead, and there is only this one relative, so they have to support me."

"Then you have nowhere to go, so go back with us." Sherlock said.

Shelley gave him a surprised look. Although Sherlock knew all the homeless in London and often gave them some money to buy their information, he really didn't seem to be a person who would have sympathy for runaway children.But such a small child is really pitiful. She asked, "Do you have a place to go?"

The boy lowered his head and pinched the corner of his clothes: "My friend's family has traveled to Egypt, and I plan to stay in a hotel for a few days."

"Do you have money?" Shelley asked, "If you don't mind, how about you go back with me? Well, you can help me in the store or something, you know, I have a coffee shop, and it will be closed in a few days It's about to open."

The boy's eyes lit up, but the big black dog stopped between them with his body, looking at her with vigilant eyes, as if she was a human trafficker who abducted children.

"Sheley, you are right, there is something wrong with this dog." Sherlock looked at the big black dog with the eyes of a dead body, the big dog trembled but refused to hide. Sherlock asked in surprise: "Boy, is this your dog?"

The boy shook his head: "No, he just appeared suddenly."

"Come back with us," John said, "Sheley does have a coffee shop opening, and I'm sure you can help."

The boy nodded happily and agreed. Although the eyes of the tall man with curly hair were scary, as if he was a novelty, the eyes of the short man and the lady were warm. In their eyes He is not a monster, nor is he a savior.

The big dog barked wildly, was glared at by Sherlock, and shut his mouth with a shake of his legs.Although it was scared, it still followed the crowd and refused to leave by itself.

"He's protecting you." Shelley said to the boy, "By the way, my name is Shelleyhope, this is Sherloes and John Watson, what's your name?"

"Harry, I mean, my name is Harry Potter," the boy said.

"Harry?" John smiled, and took the big suitcase in his hand, "My sister's name is Harry, too."

The boy pursed his lips and smiled, his green eyes sparkling. Shelley patted his head: "Harry, have you eaten yet?"

The boy shook his head. Every time he had to wait for his aunt and the others to finish eating, he could eat some of their leftovers. When he was angry today, they hadn't finished eating. It was his turn.

"Okay, we have to get you something to eat first." Shelley said, but there are residential areas around here, and one or two restaurants are closed, "Why don't we take a taxi back, we still have pizza at home, Then I can make a little cake for little Harry."

"It's not too much trouble," Harry said, "Just give me a piece of bread."

"That's not okay." Shelley touched his thin back, "You're too thin, Harry, you're still growing, and you need to eat better to grow taller."

John suddenly felt that he was shot while lying down. He was never picky about eating, and he didn't believe that Sherlock, who would do everything possible to avoid eating as long as he was handling cases, would eat obediently when he was a child.

"That's because I supervise him," Shelley replied with eyes, "If he dares not eat, I'll beat him."

When they returned to 222b, they were surprised to find that Mycroft was already sitting in the living room. On the sofa next to him was an old man in a purple robe. A pair of bright blue eyes shone behind his glasses.

"Professor Dumbledore?" Harry exclaimed, he said nervously, "Professor, I...I didn't mean to..."

"It's all right, Harry," said Professor Dumbledore kindly. "I get it all. It was just an accident. You'll be happy to hear how we resolved Miss Maggie's unfortunate blow-up. Department of Contingency Reversals Two members of the group were sent to Privet Drive and Miss Maggie recovered and her memory was adjusted. She doesn't remember the incident, it was what it was and no harm was done."

"So I won't be fired?" Harry asked.

"Yes, you are a magic riot. You didn't use magic on purpose. You won't be expelled. Don't worry." Dumbledore said.

"Magic?" Sherlock keenly grasped the key words, "So you are magicians, and you are the headmaster of the magic school? Of course, it is obvious that you are old enough to be the headmaster, and to be able to decide Harry Do you need to be expelled? But if you use magic outside of school, you will be expelled, your school rules are too strict."

"Sherlock, this is a wizarding matter." Mycroft warned him.

"It's okay, it's normal for Muggles to be curious about magic, especially if Harry is going to live here." Dumbledore said understandingly.

"Muggles? Is this what wizards call non-magic people?" Sherlock glanced at him. "Is this relative to what we call you supernatural beings or monsters?"

Dumbledore was stunned for a moment, and said with a smile: "My proposition is to protect Muggles, of course I won't insult you. Well, I should go back, Harry, goodbye." He made a "bang" sound and disappeared from the room.

The big black dog didn't know what to do downstairs, and only then did it climb up, whining and wagging its big tail around Harry. Mycroft glanced at it, stood up and said, "I should go back, good night, everyone."

"Good night, mycroft, don't work too hard," Shelley said. "I have some biscuits here. Do you want to take them home?"

Without waiting for Mycroft to reply, Sherlock said, "He needs to lose weight and stop eating biscuits, otherwise his dentist will be overwhelmed."

Mycroft said: "I don't need to lose weight anymore, and the dentist has no problem with my biscuits. Shelley, can you pack them? The biscuits you bake are so delicious, thank you."

Sherlock looked at Shelley packing up the biscuits, looked down unhappy, looked at the boy and the black dog and asked, "Where do they live at night?"

Shelley glanced at him in surprise: "I can only sleep in the living room. Fortunately, the sofa is the kind that can be spread out, so I can sleep very comfortably."

"It's better to let them live in 221b, so that I can do experiments more conveniently."

"Do an experiment?" Shelley looked at him suspiciously, and suddenly realized, "No, even if he is a wizard, he is still a human being. He can't do experiments on you, even if he just draws a little blood. But a dog can draw a little blood from you. A little bit."