[Shen Xia + HP] The Magical Girl of Sherlock Holmes

Let's go. ”

"This is—a soothing potion?" Hermione took the crystal potion bottle in surprise. The potion in the bottle had a faint blue luster, and some tiny bubbles would pop out from time to time. Hermione sniffed the potion lightly. A cool minty aroma, unlike the strange smell of most potions.

"Ouch—" Hermione covered her mouth, no matter how good-looking she looked, no matter how normal the smell was, it couldn't change the eternal disgusting taste of the potion.

McCoff stood up and took the water glass on the bedside table, "Drink!"

Hermione didn't care about any questions, and drank the glass of water in one gulp, thankfully there is no such thing as a potion that water will weaken the potion.The soothing agent was worthy of its complicated production method, and Hermione felt that the muscles in her limbs that had been aching had finally relaxed.After Hermione's brain began to function normally, she looked at Mycroft who sat down in the armchair again, and his face had the serious expression that could not detect the slightest emotion.

Hermione decided to take the initiative.

"You're connected with Snape—Professor Snape?"

Mycroft didn't expect Hermione to ask this question first, it should be said that he didn't expect her to think of this.Mycroft smiled gratifiedly, and didn't intend to continue to hide from her, "You have indeed grown up and become much more sensitive. Tell me, how did you find out?"

"Potion" Hermione said affirmatively: "It's a potion. In fact, I didn't think of Professor Snape at all before. Although there were many doubts that couldn't be explained, I couldn't contact him. Until this bottle of potion, the previous Those questions were answered.”

Seeing Mycroft nodding to signal him to continue, Hermione sorted out her thoughts.

"The potion of soothing agent is not only complicated to make, but the most troublesome thing is its effective time, which means that it cannot be bought directly from the market. A potion that has the ability to make soothing potion and can be found by you immediately There is only one Master."

"You're too arbitrary. Why couldn't I contact a potion master early because I expected that someone would be seriously injured. After all, whether it's a wizard's war or an ordinary people's war, medical support is needed."

"Indeed, you can find any master, but potions will not lie. Just like cooking, the same dish made by different chefs looks the same at first glance, but when you look carefully Taste always finds subtle differences. The same goes for potions, which I haven't experienced in the past. Fortunately, in sixth year, Professor Slughorn became a professor of potions, although the potions master in the medical wing Some still came from Professor Snape, but Professor Slughorn had to take some of it too. It gave me a chance to compare the differences, and we got the Half-Blood Prince's Potions book."

Seeing that Mycroft raised his eyebrows, Hermione immediately explained: "Professor Snape is a half-blood, and his mother's surname is Prince. So he called himself a half-blood prince, and Harry accidentally found his Potions textbook which recorded him Many original potion techniques." Speaking of this, Hermione added angrily: "With this, Harry's potion level has improved by leaps and bounds, and won the favor of Professor Slughorn, and he won a bottle of blessing from me. Elixir."

There was a smile in Mycroft's eyes. Ever since he knew Hermione was injured, his spirit had been tense.Seeing the girl's unique innocence at this age, he finally relaxed. He didn't secretly despise stupidity like before.And experience this innocence with an appreciative eye.

"Of course there is the Gryffindor sword in addition to the potion. Harry told me that it was the Patronus of a silver hind who guided him to find the sword. We have been changing hiding places for safety. Why is it so coincidental? I just met you Does anyone know where we are just by talking?"

"Well, not too stupid, of course you should have noticed sooner." Mycroft concluded his speech.

"Mr. Snape has always been under the orders of Headmaster Dumbledore, and he helped to cast spells in my safe house. I located your location through the phone call with you, and then informed Snape to send you the sword of Gryffindor. Thanks to his potion this time, you will be safe from any future troubles."

Hermione couldn't care less about being happy that she guessed right, she just felt that everything was ridiculous.If Snape was always one of us, why did he kill the Headmaster and leave George without an ear?Hermione didn't want to suspect Mycroft, but it was unbelievable.

Seeing Hermione's shocked face, Mycroft did not rush to explain, but sat on Hermione's bed and hugged her tightly, "Do you know how worried I am? How heartbroken?"

Hermione suspected that she was not sober at all, otherwise, how could Snape suddenly become her own, and how could the indifferent and rational Mycroft suddenly become so emotional?Hermione felt startled.

Hermione pushed away Mycroft who was holding her. Although she couldn't find her wand, the gun was placed on the bedside table.Hermione picked it up and pointed at the man in front of her: "Who are you? Are you Mycroft?"

Mycroft propped up his upper body from the bed helplessly, "I haven't seen anyone who can even out the gap in IQ to pretend to be me."

Hermione knew that her suspicion was unfounded, but she still insisted on verifying whether the person in front of her was drinking Polyjuice Potion. "When did we first meet?"

"Your third grade summer vacation, I will go to your father's clinic to see the dentist."

"Where are my parents?"

"Australia, how is it? Is there anything else you want to ask?" Mycroft was a little impatient, and he didn't have much time to stay.

Hermione put down the gun in her hand and made a look of waiting for an explanation.

"I can only tell you that Headmaster Dumbledore is long dead, and that he himself planned to have Snape kill him in order to gain the Dark Lord's trust. Snape has always been one of us, everything is necessary Sacrifice. You can ask him for help at critical moments and trust him.”

Mycroft looked into Hermione's eyes and warned solemnly, "Hermione, I know you are brave, smart, and loyal. Perhaps in the eyes of most people, I only value human value and IQ when interacting with others, but I Appreciate a person's character as much, if not more. You make me proud, Hermione."

Hermione felt like her heart was about to jump out, never had she felt so deeply that she loved him for a moment.Although Hermione's heart has long been lost, the inexperienced girl naturally does not realize this, but Hermione's behavior is reflected everywhere, trusting him to entrust his parents to him, being attached to him to tell him his troubles, and feeling sorry for him when he is lost comfort him.

"But Hermione, you're different in my heart, and I don't want to lose you. Do you understand?"

"I understand." Hermione nodded heavily, as if this could express more of her heart.

"Pa——" Dobby apparated into the room, "Miss Granger, Mr. Holmes, Dobby is a bad elf, and Dobby disturbed them. But Harry Potter is coming back soon, and Dobby can't let them find Mr. Holmes , Dobby is a stupid elf."

"Shut up—" Hermione couldn't care less about her SPEW, and ordered Dobby to be quiet, "Take Mr. Holmes back immediately."

Mycroft slightly helped Hermione to lie down, pulled the quilt for her, and then kissed Hermione comfortingly on the forehead.

"Good night"

"……Good night"

Hermione watched as Dobby apparated away with Mycroft.It was a kiss as soft as a feather, and in the darkness, Hermione gradually fell asleep with a smile on her lips.

decisive battle

The Death Eaters turned back down Hogsmeade Street.Relieved, Hermione finally crawled out from under her cloak and sat on a rickety chair.Harry drew the curtains and pulled the cloak off him and Ron.Downstairs they heard the waiter bolting the door again and climbing up the stairs.

Hermione, Harry, and Ron came to Hogsmeade and were about to return to Hogwarts.That would be the last stand of this war and this adventure.

"Thank you," said Harry, "thank you so much! You saved our lives!"

The bartender at the Hog's Head was muttering something.He wears a pair of spectacles with keen, intelligent blue eyes hidden behind dirty lenses.

Are you Aberforth? said Harry, pointing at the man's back.

The waiter didn't answer. He bent down to light the fire.

"How did you get this?" Harry asked, walking towards the two-way mirror of Sirius across the room.This mirror was exactly the same as the one he had broken nearly two years ago.

"I bought it from Old Deng a year ago," said Aberforth. "Albus told me what it was. I've been keeping an eye on you ever since."

Ron took a deep breath.

"Silver doe," he said excitedly, "is that you too?"

"What's that?" Aberforth asked.

"Someone summoned a doe Patronus for us!"

"You've got the brains to be a Death Eater, kid. Didn't you see I just demonstrated that my Patronus is a goat?"

"Oh" Ron's stomach grumbled and he took the opportunity to say, "Um... that... I'm hungry!"

"I've got something to eat here," said Aberforth, and walked out of the room, returning a moment later with a large loaf of bread, some cheese, and a tin jug of mead, which he placed on a small table in front of the fire. .

Hermione listened to Harry and Ron struggling with Snape's Patronus, she wanted to tell them the truth but didn't know if it was a good time, Hermione hesitated to speak.But the boys were too hungry to care about Hermione's strange look.They ate and drank greedily and made a crunching sound.

Hermione said inadvertently: "Look at your eating, I'll help you get some yellow