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

Did you give birth?Are you still looking for me for such a trivial matter?If you don't want to be poisoned to death, don't come to me casually next time. ' These are the exact words of Professor Snape. "

Hermione shrugged, looking helpless.

"Is that a minor injury? A shot in the heart, do you want me to educate you about medical knowledge?" John shouted loudly, his face full of disbelief.

"Oh, calm down, John, listen to me, for wizards, as long as the trauma is not fatal immediately, it is not a big deal. We have many means to stop the bleeding and heal the wound immediately, don't worry, I will go in right away."

With the last sentence, Hermione turned her head to Mycroft and said solemnly.

"I'll get the people out immediately." McCoff didn't answer, but expressed his trust and support with practical actions.

Anthea received the order and went into the operating room, but within a quarter of an hour the medical staff came out one after another.They had the same puzzled look on their faces, but they didn't know what Anthea said, so they didn't come over to object and try to persuade them.

Hermione pushed open the door of the operating room and rushed in.Seeing that McCoff followed him in, John hesitated for a while, completely abandoning his doctor's professional norms, and went in too, regardless of aseptic disinfection.

Under the shadowless lamp, Sherlock was lying on the operating table with a bloodless face, and his body was full of tubes and instruments with unknown functions.The surroundings were terribly quiet, and the beeping sound of the monitor became more prominent, like a countdown to life.

The operation had already been done half way before, and the bullet had already been taken out, which saved Hermione a lot of trouble.After all, she hadn't figured out which spell would take out the bullet without causing extra damage.

Now, all she needs to do is heal the wound.After a quick healing, the wound tightened at a speed visible to the naked eye.After a quick recovery, the index on the monitor jumped back to normal values.With a bottle of specially made blood tonic, Sherlock's pale skin glowed a healthy blush.

"Okay, I gave him a little water of life and death, which is equivalent to a sedative. Let him sleep for a while, and he will be fine when he wakes up." Hermione put away her wand and comforted them with a smile.

"That's good. I still have something to do. Sherlock will leave it to you, John, and Hermione will send it to me."

"Anything to say to me?"

Hermione followed Mycroft's footsteps and walked slowly into the small garden of the hospital.They have a lot of things to do these days, even though they are married and live in the same room.But don't say that the two of them walked quietly together, and they didn't even have time to talk properly.

"Have you been transferred from the Department of Magical Creature Protection to the Department of Law Enforcement?" The questioning sentence was in an affirmative tone.

"Yes, the protection of my house elves' rights and interests will be considered to be over. Next, I am going to start to eliminate the bloodline prejudice and discrimination among wizards. I will start by helping the hemp-seeded wizards to solve the employment problem, and then..."

Mycroft was fascinated by the way Hermione was talking, he liked the menacing brilliance in her eyes, he liked the confident smile on her face, and he liked the long string of characters in her mouth.

"How do you feel?" Hermione licked her lips, relieving her dry throat.looked at him expectantly.

"It's a good idea, but there are some problems in its implementation." Mycroft nodded pretendingly, not wanting to reveal his obsession just now.

Hermione didn't mind Mycroft's somewhat indifferent attitude. It can be said that after Harry and Ron have been persistently throwing cold water and not caring about it for several years, she is very satisfied with McCoff's current reaction. At least he listened carefully to her words. idea.And can give her useful advice.

"Based on my experience, in order to break the inherent deep-rooted class contradictions, necessary extraordinary measures are inevitable. Only when the inherent class is destructively attacked can the original tacit understanding and interest relationship be broken. Otherwise, no matter what you do It's all a waste of effort."

Holding a black umbrella, Mycroft walked to a shaded and deserted place and sat down. He raised his hand and looked at his watch. There was still time.

"You mean, only by attacking the pure-bloods can the mixed-bloods and hempseeds get a chance?" Hermione frowned and sat down, disapprovingly said: "Then what's the difference between this and them?"

"In fact, after this war, the interests of the pure-bloods have suffered huge losses. It's just that no one has filled this part of their interests, creating a vacuum stage. With the shrewdness of the pure-bloods and the law of inheritance from generation to generation, wait until they recover Come on, redistribute the benefits, and no one else will have anything to do."

"Do you want me to take advantage of this vacuum to encourage wizards from other bloodlines to occupy their positions, or to help continue to fight against pure-blood wizards?" Hermione narrowed her eyes dangerously and thrust her waist to show that she was not easy to fool, " You are using me."

"Hermione, how could I use you?" Mycroft looked back at her innocently.

"Have you not? I'm afraid not."

"That's not taking advantage, Hermione, it's just that I happen to fit your choice every time, that's our tacit understanding."

Mycroft's eloquence has stood the test of time. Of course, he has rarely used this skill in his current status. Now it seems that this skill is not unfamiliar.

Hermione put her arms around Mycroft's waist and whispered in his ear, "What do you need me to do this time?"

"Follow the tide and send those Death Eaters and Dark Lord supporters to Azkaban." Mycroft also leaned into Hermione's ear and said in a breathy voice.

"The controlled dementors were basically burned by your people during the Battle of Hogwarts. I managed to explain it to the Ministry of Magic for you. They are not going to pursue compensation for damages. Azkaban is also considered Paralyzed, and now the detainees are all locked up in the Ministry of Magic, you want to lock them back now?"

"That's right, Azkaban is a good place. It's an isolated island. As long as there are more prison guards and the jailers are changed to wizards, it's really a good place to isolate. Do you need my advice on defense?"

Mycroft was thinking about Sherinford's security monitoring, and suddenly found that the two prisons seemed to be in the same sea area.

Mycroft smiled enigmatically.

"No need, I think Kingsley should have his own ideas, and I will advise him." Hermione agreed to Mycroft's request, thinking about what else was missing.

"By the way, what are you going to do about Sherlock?"

"My people have been following him, and I know the general situation. It's just that Sherlock won't want me to intervene in this matter. I have nothing to do now, but I can only pay close attention."

Speaking of Sherlock, Mycroft felt his teeth hurt again.He had been warned not to investigate Magnussen before, but Sherlock had never listened to him.Moreover, McCoff had been paying attention to Magnussen for a long time, but he couldn't find an excuse to control the other party in an open and honest manner.Magnuson is an insidious villain, but he knows the rules of the game well, and McCaw couldn't find a place to bite the hedgehog for a while.

So Mycroft is actually quite contradictory in his heart, that is, he doesn't want Sherlock to risk himself, but also wants him to make a gap.So they just sent someone to monitor, and didn't intervene to stop it.Unexpectedly, something unexpected happened...

Hermione looked at Mycroft meaningfully. Based on her understanding of Mycroft, he could do more than this, but he didn't say anything, and Hermione didn't ask: "Since you have decided, so be it, after all I'm here. Although I can't do it directly due to the "Muggle Protection Regulations" and the "International Act of Wizarding Secrecy," there is no problem in saving people."

"Oh! Hermione, how lucky I am." Mycroft lowered his head, biting Hermione's lips. She must have drank pumpkin juice before coming.Hermione's mouth was filled with the soft and waxy aroma of pumpkin, which was completely different from the taste of those expensive liquors in the past, but it fascinated him even more.

So much so that he temporarily forgot the vigilance of an agent.

"Mycroft?! What are you doing?" A familiar female voice sounded, and McCoff immediately pushed Hermione away in fright.

"Mummy? You're here? Why didn't you tell me to pick you up?" Mycroft looked apologetically at Hermione who was pushed away and almost fell down on the bench, and turned around with a cute smile.

Wedding date

"Mycroft, if I didn't come here without notifying you, when are you going to tell me?" Violet Holmes asked with a dark face.

"Mommy, listen to my explanation." Mycroft accompanied the smiling face, trying to show an innocent look, but unfortunately it didn't work.

"No! I don't want to hear you make up stories to fool me, Mycroft." Violet pulled Sigall Holmes, who was standing aside with a surprised face, her husband, and said the last sentence: "I'll go and see Look at Sherlock's situation, when I come out, I hope you have already figured out how to tell me completely."

Then, Violet immediately put away her tough face, and said warmly and gently to Hermione: "Girl, can I have the honor to have lunch with you later?"

Hermione tidied herself up quickly when Mycroft's gaze caught her, and stayed aside, trying to make a mural.Unexpectedly, Mrs. Holmes made such a request. Hermione sweated nervously, forced herself to calm down, and replied ladylikely: "I am very happy, ma'am. My name is Hermione Jane Granger, and you can call me Hermione. "

"Okay, Hermione, I'll see you later."

After speaking, he walked towards the inpatient building without looking back. Sigall Holmes only had time to give his son a helpless look before being pulled away.

After watching the couple go away, Mycroft looked away and looked at Hermione with a wry smile.

"I'm sorry, but I'm afraid you won't be able to return to the Ministry of Magic for a while."

"It's okay, I've already asked for a day off, not to mention that I haven't been officially transferred to the new department, and it's nothing important. But you..."

"Magnussen's business is only