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

Although it was a questioning tone, Hermione already had some guesses in her heart.

"Not an ordinary person." Mycroft repeated this sentence, and then smiled playfully, "Yes, I know that you or you are not ordinary people. In your terms, you should be called wizards."

"Where did you know this? I think no Muggle would know about these things since the passage of the International Statute of Secrecy and the Muggle Protection Act in the seventeenth century." Although it was a bit out of date to know, but a strong curiosity Still let Hermione ask.

Mycroft adjusted his left eyebrow, "Nothing can be completely hidden forever, not to mention the magic world, a society that lives among us and has a complete civilization. What's more, if I want to know, I can always know. "Mycroft didn't want to go around in circles anymore, no doubt this girl was too immature even though she possessed extraordinary talent and wisdom far beyond her peers.

"You should have guessed why I invited you here today."

"Is it about You-Know-Who?" Hermione thought for a while, "It's Voldemort."

"It's about him, but it's not just about him." Mycroft affirmed her guess, but he didn't hide his ambition and intention. "I will help you defeat Voldemort, and no matter what other countries do, there can only be one regime in the British Empire. I will not allow any instability to occur within the borders."

After hearing these words, she was not without shock, but it was a few seconds later that she really calmed down.From seeing the black car parked in front of her house today, until just now, Hermione has been in an unstable state of mind.And now, perhaps overly surprised, Hermione's sanity, which had been tested at Hogwarts all these years, had returned.

"What do you need me to do?" This sentence finally got to the core of the problem, and Mycroft nodded approvingly.

"A female spy? A female agent? A Gryffindor will not betray his friends." Hermione looked directly into Mycroft's eyes and replied him with a firm tone.Standing up, pretending to turn around and leave.

Mycroft's unhurried voice came, "This is not betrayal but help. Miss Granger, I have no intention of hurting your friend. And I think compared to the magical world, I am afraid that the world where parents are present when I grew up That's where you should belong. I have a heart to help and I'm more capable of achieving my goals. So why not give it a try?"

Hermione knew that she was no match for the man in front of her, not about strength, not even about wisdom.It's just that this man grasped all his weaknesses, no, not weaknesses, Hermione denied this definition, it should be caring.

Cooperation

Hermione was circling around outside the room anxiously, while Anthea looked down at her BlackBerry, looking extremely calm in comparison.

Hermione really couldn't calm down the constant worries in her heart, after she decided to reveal her tone to Principal Dumbledore and seek advice.Headmaster Dumbledore offered to talk to McCoff alone, so things happened like this.

Headmaster Dumbledore had already talked with Mycroft in Diogenes' office for an hour. Hermione didn't know what or whom she was worried about, so she could only tell herself that this was the best way.

But apparently, the two in the room are some of the smartest people in their worlds.

"Principal Dumbledore, do you have any opinion on my idea?"

"Oh! What an unexpected idea, but I want to say that even at my age and experience, it is a genius idea." Dumbledore blinked his blue eyes and praised without hesitation.

"However, please allow an old man to rely on the old to sell the old. I have met two people who are equally outstanding and endowed with leadership. They also had a lofty goal at the beginning, but they gradually lost themselves on this road." An expression mixed with nostalgia, regret, loss and other complex emotions appeared on Dumbledore's face. "Oh, it's frustrating when people can't help but miss the past when they get old, isn't it?"

Mycroft watched the old man playfully tugging his long beard with a bow tie, even though he knew that he did it on purpose, he still frowned uncomfortably. "Principal Dumbledore, I believe that time experience is a precious asset for us. I understand your scruples, power is addictive." Mycroft looked straight at the pair of eyes as if he could see through everything, The eyes that see the heart.

"However, I always firmly believe that although people's hearts are difficult to grasp, a sufficiently perfect and good system can effectively control and check possible deviations. At the same time, a sufficiently wise and wise leader is enough to grasp the direction."

"Then, we can try it boldly. Perhaps the magic world really needs some changes." Dumbledore pondered for a while, not knowing whether his decision was correct and what it would bring.For a moment, I couldn't help but think of my former best partner, and thought that if it was him, I'm afraid he wouldn't be so hesitant.He is always so courageous, much more courageous than himself.So Dumbledore wanted to try again, for the greater good.

"Very good, so what do you need?" Mycroft, who had achieved his goal, felt pressured, but more excited.That's right, it's excitement, just like Sherlock met a tricky and interesting case.Holmes never knew what pressure was, and they were always eager for challenges.

"I want you to help me investigate an orphan named Tom Marvolo Riddle who was born in this orphanage in London on New Year's Eve in 1926," Dumbledore pulled out his wand, shaking his wrist, the name of the orphanage and Tom The specific name spelled into two lines of green fonts suspended above the office.

This is not the first time that Mycroft has seen magic with his own eyes, but the charm of magic is that no matter how many times he has seen it, he will be deeply attracted by her.Mycroft couldn't help turning the ring on his hand, which was a small gesture he used to do whenever he was aroused or immersed in thinking in the palace of thought.

"Tom Marvolo Riddle? Is this Voldemort's real name?" Mycroft quickly realized, a little word play.For someone who can master Serbian in a few hours, it's really a trivial trick.

"That's right, I demand all the information about him, in every detail." Dumbledore showed a solemn look.

"Don't worry, as long as he is active within the territory of the British government, all his information will not be missed. I will find out and inform you as soon as possible." Mycroft smiled confidently.

Dumbledore believed in the young man in front of him, just as he believed in Severus back then.He didn't say anything else, and stood up: "Then thank you for your help, you still need to worry about Hermione in the end."

Mycroft knew the meaning of Dumbledore's words, but he didn't respond, but walked out from behind the large desk, and politely sent the new ally out of the office.

Opening the door of the office, Hermione, as expected, was wandering outside the door like a headless chicken.Still lacking some concentration, Mycroft came to a conclusion in his heart.

"Principal! You came out? How did the conversation go?" Hermione eagerly leaned forward, and couldn't care if it was inappropriate at this time.

"Don't worry about my child." Facing Hermione, a smart and brave little witch, Dumbledore showed a more friendly and even pampering smile. "Mr. Holmes and I had a very pleasant conversation, and we were pleasantly surprised to find that we share a common obsession with sweets."

While Hermione knew there was no way the two of them had been in there for so long just to chat about some goddamn sweets, all she needed to know was that they had reached some sort of agreement.

So he cleverly followed the principal to change the subject: "I think you should know that eating too much sweets produces acid, which corrodes and demineralizes the surface of the teeth, making them insensitive to pain and softening and wear-resistant. It is not a good thing for wizards or Muggles. Especially," Hermione turned to Mycroft, as if to vent all the anxiety and tension in her heart these days. "My dad wouldn't be happy if his patient disobeyed the doctor's orders."

The corners of Mycroft's mouth twitched uncontrollably for a moment, especially the sensitive dental nerves seemed to be aching again. "Understood, I will pay attention to it." After uttering each word, Mycroft felt that there might be one more person in this world who could choke him.

Dumbledore looked at them with a smile, as if not aware of the rivalry. "Hermione, I think that although honesty is the most important thing between friends, proper concealment is sometimes necessary. Of course, it is only for a period of time." Seeing the girl eager to speak, Dumbledore added.

Hermione thought for a while, nodded and agreed, "I see, Headmaster. Harry and Ron are indeed impulsive, and now is not a good time to tell them."

"I'm very relieved," said Dumbledore, who was delighted with the children's growth, and at the same time felt sorry for not being able to provide enough shelter for them to grow up without any worries.It's just that now is not the time to be emotional, "Then I'll go first, Harry will be very happy to go shopping with you and Ron before the start of school." After speaking, he signaled to Mycroft, and then Apparated away up.

Mycroft glanced at Hermione and said "Come on!" and went straight back to the office.

Since the showdown between the two, Mycroft seems to have gradually shed a layer of camouflage, and is no longer as gentlemanly and polite as when he first met.Hermione didn't know if this was a good sign, but whenever Mycroft spoke in a commanding tone, she sincerely hoped that it would remain the same.