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

Kauf put away the smile on his face, and looked at Lucius with gloomy eyes.He didn't speak harshly, but Lucius felt a heavy coercion, like a prey being targeted by a skilled hunter, no matter how you try to escape, it will be futile.

Lucius pursed his lower lip. In order not to be overwhelmed by a Muggle, he tried his best to suppress his urge to stand up and cast a curse attack at any time.

"Mr. Malfoy, I need you to provide all the information about the Death Eaters, including but not limited to the purebloods who have had contact with them."

After Mycroft spoke, Lucius finally felt breathless.If he sat down for the sake of Snape and Granger before, now it is entirely because of McCoff himself.Lucius is very familiar with this kind of momentum, which is the oppression that only absolute power and power can bring.

"What can I get?" Lucius knew that it was unwise to bargain with such a person, but he seemed narrow-minded and only cared about small profits.So Lucius didn't find an excuse to shirk to increase his own price, but directly asked the most critical question.

Mycroft had some appreciation for the man in front of him, he was smart enough, cunning enough and sober enough.There has never been a shortage of smart people around Mycroft, or people who think they are smart, but there is a lack of people who are sober enough.

"Wealth, as far as I know, most of Malfoy's family property has been donated to the Ministry of Magic, and even Malfoy Manor has been lost?"

"Yes, it's not a secret."

"Power, I can help little Mr. Malfoy enter the Ministry of Magic. As for how high he can climb, it's up to him."

"Very attractive."

Mycroft knew he had impressed him, and those two things were enough for Malfoy to recover and bounce back after the battle.And Lucius was absolutely willing to take risks for the sake of the Malfoy family and his heir, and even became his nail in the magic world.It's just a matter of showing strength, making sure that Malfoy, who is used to changing the wind and the wind, is loyal enough...

"Fame is enough to remind people that the Malfoy family didn't first think of Death Eaters, the fame of dark wizards."

Lucius's breath paused, his mind clearer than it had been since the last battle.He twirled his cane threateningly, releasing the pressure of magic power, "It's best not to let me find out that you are deceiving me."

Snape flicked his goblet leisurely, knowing that this negotiation was coming to an end.

"This is my sincerity."

Mycroft produced a roll of parchment and handed it to him.

Lucius took a quick look at it and let out a foul breath.Pulling off the most elegant and charming smile: "You will see my sincerity, goodbye."

Snape looked at the hormones emanating from Malfoy's peacock like a love potion, even though he knew that the other party had no intention of seducing a Muggle, he couldn't help but blush, put the cup heavily on the coffee table, and said: "Get out of my The house, and you." Of course, Snape would not let go of the culprit who used his home as a bar and coffee shop.

"I'm sorry, and thank you for the potion." Mycroft held a black umbrella, bowed in a gentlemanly manner to express his gratitude, and left through the gate.

meeting

In a secret meeting room at No. 10 Downing Street, Mycroft was meeting with the Prime Minister and ministers. The meeting had gone on for several hours, but there was no doubt that it was not going to end.

The meeting first asked about the previous terrorist attack in London. After McCoff selectively stated the findings of the investigation, no one raised any objections.

The Prime Minister also expressed his appreciation for the intelligence work under the leadership of McCoff. Everything seemed to be going smoothly, but McCoff knew that the other party wanted to know more than that.

"Mycroft, what happened to the task I gave you three years ago?" the Prime Minister asked urgently.

"Mr. Prime Minister, I have basically controlled the situation in the British wizarding world, please rest assured." Mycroft knew that the subway case involved the power of the wizarding world, which reminded the Prime Minister of the unpleasant experience three years ago. Some can't wait.

"Very well, Mycroft, I know you won't let me down. Then tell me, what are those crazy people doing?" The Prime Minister gritted his teeth, and he could see that he had been resenting those elusive guys for a long time.

"As far as I know, the former Dark Lord, the leader of the terrorists in the wizarding world, has been killed, and now the rest are fugitives, so there is nothing to fear."

Mycroft knew that those fleeing Death Eaters were not easy behind them, not to mention letting such a group of dangerous people be allowed to be the biggest safety hazard.However, the prime minister still has to appease. On the one hand, he needs to control the magic world and at least put it under surveillance; on the other hand, he agrees to the separation of the two worlds.So things about the wizarding world were kept top secret by him. As for these electors, Mycroft just needs to let them know that they are safe.

"If there is nothing to fear, then who planned this terrorist attack? Who ordered them? Another so-called Dark Lord?"

"Minister, I have stated before that this terrorist attack was planned by Moriarty and carried out by Baron Moportuiz. One of the culprits is dead, and I have also ordered the Serbian government to come forward to eliminate them. As for those wizards, they are just It's just a desperate thug."

"So how many people have you planted into the magic world? Or how many people from the magic world have become ours?"

"No comment, Minister, you know these are state secrets."

"State secret?" The Minister of Defense pretended to be shocked, and shouted: "I am the Minister of Defense of the British government. What state secrets do I not know?"

"You understand that, as a public servant in the British Government, I must keep these secrets independent of partisanship."

"Everyone" Mycroft looked around the audience, those congressmen and ministers were like frightened rabbits.Usually they don't care about these "little things" that have nothing to do with interests, and when they feel threatened, they are more alert than rabbits.

"The magic world has existed for a long time and has always been a secret. This has always been the case and will continue to be so. As the head of MI5 and MI6, it is my duty to protect the safety of the British Empire and do my best. Please rest assured."

When the meeting was over, Mycroft felt that he could finally go back to the time when Diogenes was alone for a while, and saw Anthea walking slowly in high heels from a distance.

Relying on the tacit understanding of years of cooperation and Holmes' consistent "understanding", McCoff knew that there was another problem and it was very likely to be related to his brother.

"Sir, according to the responses of our surveillance agents, your brother is likely to have relapsed again." Anthea whispered the report into McCoff's ear.

For a moment, Mycroft only felt that the blood in his whole body was frozen. He remembered that when he came back from a mission, he opened the door and saw Sherlock in a coma after taking drugs.At the time he almost thought he was going to lose him forever, so when his parents rushed over to blame him for not taking good care of Sherlock, he rarely refuted.

In the past, he was proud and arrogant. Sherlock was just his stupid brother. He taught him and helped him, but he had no obligation to keep an eye on him and be responsible for him.But since then, he's found he can't afford to lose Sherlock, who's been an integral part of Mycroft.

Mycroft tried to take a deep breath, calming his irregular heart rhythm.

"Take people and go to Baker Street." Mycroft decided to take measures. During this period of time, he was busy with matters in the magic world, and his level of attention to Sherlock was lowered. Now it seems that this is obviously a mistake, and he needs to correct this mistake immediately.

After yet another sour conversation with Sherlock, Mycroft returned home full of anger.

So when Hermione came back, what she saw was a Mycroft sulking alone.

She has known each other for nearly three years and lived together for almost a year. Hermione understands all of McCoff's little emotions and hobbies.So when she saw Mycroft standing in front of the window with a bottle of wine, his face full of frustration, she knew that Sherlock was probably going to make trouble again.

"Can you talk to me?" Hermione stepped forward and hugged Mycroft from behind.I don't know when, whenever Mycroft was angry, depressed, or sad, Hermione would always hug him or kiss him.

According to Hermione's Gryffindor upbringing, intimate physical contact can bring the greatest comfort.Especially for a type like Mycroft who rarely interacts with others, she hopes to give him support and warmth.

Mycroft shook the red wine glass in his hand, didn't speak or turn around, he enjoyed this kind of silence.Different from the lonely silence in Diogenes, there is a subtle tacit understanding in this silence.

"Sherlock is investigating a dangerous person. I am worried that he has leaked his secrets, and I am even more worried about his safety. I know I can't stop him."

After a long time, Mycroft finally spoke.Honestly revealing his worries and concerns, he didn't want Hermione's help when he said it, and Hermione couldn't help much, but this kind of honesty didn't make Mycroft feel bad.

"Mycroft, I have always believed that you can do what you want. No matter what means you use, this time will be no exception, right?"

"of course not"

meet parents

Mycroft sat outside the operating room, watching the lights flashing brightly during the operation.

John spun around and around, and Mycroft hated the feeling of powerlessness.

"Isn't that Mr. Snape here yet? How about I hurry up?" John's patience became more and more like Sherlock's, and he couldn't sit still.

"No, John." Hermione walked quickly after Anthea, "'You think of me as your family doctor.