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

How could the sword break through my armor? "Gargson didn't care about his dangerous situation but became concerned about this issue.

Mycroft jokingly responded: "We have to believe in science."

Then started a melee fight, and this time the battle was reversed, making everyone slow down a few beats.Although Gagson is a pure-blood, he is from a declining family and has not received an orthodox and complete pure-blood education.In the melee combat, he was at a loss and could not cast many spells because the distance was too close. In the end, he was stabbed in the artery with a sword by Mycroft, and he lost too much blood and fell into a coma.

Seeing that one Muggle had eliminated two "noble" pure-blood wizards, Yaxley impatiently considered the idea of ​​retreating.But after finally having such a good opportunity to get rid of the savior in one fell swoop, he was unwilling to give up.

After so much hesitation, Avery was also knocked down by a stun spell by the savior.

"Withdraw—" Yaxley reluctantly gave up, and took the lead in Apparating away after giving the order.

Mulciber was a fanatical Death Eater, seeing their actions being sabotaged by the Savior time and time again, he was unwilling to run around anymore.He stayed to cover for the others to go first, and then, regardless of the spells Harry and Hermione shot at him, he raised his wand and pointed a black light at Mycroft.

"No—" Hermione could only protest helplessly, watching helplessly as the spell shot at Mycroft, who was powerless and unable to resist, and could do nothing.

curse

When Mycroft opened his eyes again, he was already lying on the bed in his own bedroom. Before he could recover, Hermione asked repeatedly: "Are you okay? How do you feel? What's wrong?"

"I—cough cough—" Mycroft couldn't utter a complete sentence at all, he just felt weak all over his body, and he couldn't breathe like a big stone was pressed on his chest.He gasped for breath but kept coughing up blood, but he didn't feel any pain in his body.

Hermione raised her wand, but she didn't move for a long time, she didn't know what magic to cast.She thought she knew enough about the magical world, but now she was just at a loss.She didn't know what black magic was in Mycroft, and she didn't know how to ease the pain of her beloved.

Mycroft looked at the circle of people around the bed, Hermione, Sherlock, Watson, Harry, and Ron, were happy instead.

"I never thought that there would be so many people guarding me before I died, I never thought... ahem——"

"Stop it," Hermione kept wiping the blood from his mouth with a square towel. As an outstanding Hogwarts graduate, Hermione had long since ignored the injuries and diseases that many Muggles were helpless to deal with. .This is the first time in a long time that she can only perform "quick recovery" in vain, hoping for a miracle to happen.

Sherlock walked around the room again and again, but refused to take a look at Mycroft. Watson stayed aside and felt that the world was changing too fast.Harry and Ron looked at each other, and could only comfort Hermione with dry words, even though they knew it was useless.

Just as people in the room were running around like headless chickens, there was a loud sound of opening the door.Harry felt that this voice was somewhat familiar, and tried to remember it, but he didn't need to remember it, because...

"S-Professor Snape?!" Ron stammered calling for someone, with a look of hell on his face.

"I've said it many times, my name is not Snape, and I'm no longer your professor. I don't have the honor to be honored by the Savior and his companions. Let your poor former professor go."

No matter when and where, Snape always used his powerful aura and sharp language to control the scene.Harry and Ron were as quiet as chickens for a moment, Ron didn't even dare to breathe, and Harry choked back despite being full of doubts.

Anthea looked worriedly at the way Mycroft was lying on the bed as pale as paper. She never thought that she would meet such an officer.She lowered her head and whispered in Mycroft's ear as before: "Miss Granger asked me to invite Mr. Snape, and I invited him here on my own."

"As expected. You're in trouble again, Severus."

Snape walked to the bedside and glanced at Mycroft, his heart tightened. He guessed that McCoff was in a bad condition, otherwise he wouldn't bother him as a "dead" person rashly.But this look made him think of Dumbledore, when Dumbledore came back dragging a charred hand, and everything after that was like a nightmare.Stopping the bad memory from his mind, he drew his wand.

One by one, the detection magic hit Mycroft, and he emitted colorful magic light.They stared blankly at the lights, and even Hermione could only see what a few of them represented.But they could all understand Snape's face, after all, there was no one who could not see what the darkening face indicated.

Hermione tightly clutched Mycroft's hand as if she could keep him in this way. She tried her best to calm herself down and turned her overwhelmed brain.

"This should be some kind of curse. I can't know the specific name. After all, black magic is mostly ancient and not widely circulated. But its effect should be to continuously deprive the opponent's vitality until death."

"How long?"

"Mycroft doesn't have magic support, and the curse will directly affect the vitality. I'm afraid it won't last even a day." Snape's tone was hollow and indifferent, like a thick armor that blocked all damage, and also tightly wrapped his feelings.

Hermione felt that the blood in her whole body was about to freeze, and she couldn't feel the cold temperature of Mycroft's hand, because she didn't have much temperature herself.

"Is there any way to break the curse? You should have a way, T--sir, just like you cured Malfoy who had been stricken by the invisibility." Harry finally thought of a less offensive topic.

"Potter, although I have given up hope in your studies, I am still amazed at your ignorance." Snape glanced at Harry lightly, looked down at him with his arms folded and mocked.

"Curse is a branch of black magic that doesn't have any specific and exact way to undo the curse. St. Munger can only relieve the resistance from the effect of the curse when encountering this kind of magic damage, and cannot directly undo the magic."

"That is to say, as long as there is a way to stop the loss of his life force or continuously replenish his life force, he can be revived." Sherlock stopped walking in circles, staring closely at Snape and came to a conclusion.

"Finally someone with some brains."

Watson rushed forward and grabbed Sherlock's hand. If someone looked down on Sherlock's IQ so much, he didn't need to think about it. Sherlock would use his deductive method to reveal all the details and privacy of the other party.Show off his superior IQ to make the other party speechless.But now Mycroft is still waiting for him to save his life, and Sherlock cannot be allowed to spoil the situation.

But Watson didn't expect that Sherlock didn't start his performance, but seriously thought about the other party's answer.

"Is there any limitation? Because Mycroft has no magic?" Sherlock's brain is useful enough at all times.

"That's right, because he's a Muggle. So he didn't have magic power until I brewed the Vitality Potion to replenish the lost vitality, and a Muggle couldn't directly take the Vitality Potion, a complex and powerful potion, that only It will make him die faster."

Although Harry didn't know Mycroft for a long time, he didn't say that he was Hermione's boyfriend, but it was because of him that he became like this.The previous conversation alone made Harry regard the other party as a trustworthy and respectable object similar to the headmaster.After the war, Harry was once again helpless in the face of the death that was born of him.

"Uh—maybe we can try unicorn blood?" Ron had always felt guilty because of Mycroft saving himself.And because of his petty thoughts about Hermione, he didn't dare to look up at him.Until Mycroft was almost sentenced to death, he couldn't help but join.

Unexpectedly, this proposal did not attract the same contempt, but Snape was taken aback.

"The blood of unicorns has extremely powerful magic power and vitality, and it can indeed resist curses. Moreover, the blood of unicorns has the same effect on Muggles. The only problem is..."

"From the moment its blood touches your lips, you will have a half-dead life, a cursed life." Harry murmured and repeated Firenze's words in his memory.

Everyone was silent, and no one could make the decision for McCoff on this choice.

McCoff has always been conscious, and no one tried to hide the actual situation of deceiving him. Everyone knew that doing so was meaningless in front of McCoff.He is also strong enough to face any outcome.

"You all go out first, I have something to talk to Hermione alone." Not long after he woke up, Mycroft no longer coughed up blood. This does not mean that the situation has improved, but on the contrary, it shows the magic power of the curse has penetrated into the soul.

His body was losing weight rapidly, and he couldn't see the overweight figure in the past at all.His pale skin, which was originally admired by British gentlemen, was comparable to that of a vampire, without a trace of blood.The whole person was slumped powerlessly on the big soft bed, and the hair that was always meticulously groomed was hanging down limply, revealing a kind of fragility and innocence like a child.

"You know I wouldn't use that method."

"I know."

"When I joined MI5, I was ready to die at any time. Although my IQ is enough to deal with most situations, accidents always make people powerless. In this regard, I am very similar to Sherlock, we are not afraid of death , I'm afraid of a boring life. But I don't take the initiative to seek death like him."

It was rare for Mycroft to open up, and if the topic wasn't so hopeless, Hermione would have hoped it could go on forever.Now Hermione has to interrupt him, there's no time