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

"Go back to your room," said Hermione, taking a breath.

"Listen to you."

The next day, both Harry and Mycroft and Hermione undoubtedly got up late, so when they got up one after another, they saw Sherlock wandering around the room alone, sulking.

Before they could say hello to each other, Sherlock's sharp eyes scanned them all over, and he said with a strange tone: "Look at your lustful atmosphere, it's still early in spring, did you let hormones occupy your brain?"

"Shut up, Sherlock." Mycroft threatened in a low voice.

Harry looked at them in surprise and embarrassment, Hermione didn't dare to meet Harry's eyes, fixed her eyes on Sherlock, and said before he could speak again: "We found Samuel Moriarty's Partial information."

Seeing that everyone's attention was attracted, Hermione breathed a sigh of relief, cleared her throat and continued: "We found out that Samuel Moriarty is a student of the Long Snake Academy, and he has excellent grades during school. This is what I copied You can take a look at his test papers over the years."

Mycroft took the stack of parchment, unfolded it, and handed one to Sherlock after reading one.

After they finished watching, Sherlock looked at Mycroft provocatively and said, "You talk first."

"This Moriarty also seems to be a smart person, but his personality is withdrawn and gloomy, and he has obvious tendencies towards violence and hatred of pure blood. He is also a high-functioning sociopath."

"How can you tell, based on his grades?"

"Of course not, he got O in every subject, but he is obviously better at Defense Against the Dark Arts, because the answers to the test papers of other courses are often standard answers, only the answers to the test papers of Defense Against the Dark Arts are mixed with a lot of other subjects." own opinion.”

"Then why don't you hate hemp?"

"Because he got an O in Muggle Studies too."

"That doesn't mean anything. He can also try his best to understand them and find their weaknesses because of his hatred of hemp seeds, and he was born in the world of ordinary people."

Sherlock disapproved, and Mycroft smiled confidently: "But no wizard who hates Muggles will deliberately learn about Muggle history." Mycroft pointed to a certain Muggle history question on a test paper and said .

"Yes, they will know the Muggle way of life, social formation, and technological weapons, but they will not go out of their way to understand history." Sherlock said uncomfortably.

"Potions classes in the wizarding world are basically done in groups of two, but he has been doing it alone for seven years."

"It may also be his full confidence in himself, or being squeezed out."

"The two are not contradictory."

"You also missed one point. The ink marks on his parchment were not left by quills, but pens. He is not only a wizard who admires Muggles, but also a paranoid person."

"How do you know it's a pen?" Mycroft asked after carefully studying the handwriting on the parchment.

"I once published a paper on the difference in the handwriting left by different inks and pens, you can go to my website to have a look." Sherlock said proudly.

Harry was stunned, speechless for a while.Hermione has long been used to it, quietly watching their reasoning games.

Seeing that they were almost done playing, he interjected: "I also found out that his mother came from one of the most prestigious wizarding families in the United States, the Brown family. The Brown family is one of the few families in the United States that still maintains the pure-blood tradition. Non-pure-blood wizards were married, so when his mother was abandoned by his Muggle father, he had to bring the half-blood children back into the family. Although they weren't expelled like the pure-blood families in the UK, they didn't live well."

"That's right. Tom also hated Muggles because of his unfortunate childhood. Moriarty hated pure-bloods because he grew up in a wizarding family but was discriminated against."

Harry's words are justified, and the specific situation needs to be investigated further.

"Shall we go to the Magical Congress of America next?"

"No, I forgot to say, because of the incident you had at Harvard, Magnussen was coming to the United States on his private plane."

Mycroft said as he looked down at his watch, "It is estimated... that it will land in 3 hours."

"Ha! I'll say it."

Before Sherlock could say anything, a groan sounded, and Hermione and Harry looked at each other.She saw Sherlock quickly pick up the phone and look at the text message.

"That woman? Irene Adler? She's not dead! You saved her."

Mycroft's tone ranged from doubt to affirmation, and he didn't know whether he should be worried or happy.He gets a little out of sorts whenever things involve Sherlock.

He didn't know that he should be worried about Sherlock's uncharacteristically caring for a woman without telling him that he had a weakness.I am still happy that the other party finally has the emotional experience of a normal person.

These subtle thoughts are really not humane, so Mycroft became quiet instead, having nothing to say.

But Sherlock obviously had something to say, and according to Hermione's visual observation, there was a lot to say.

Sherlock read the text message blankly, did not answer Mycroft's words, and left only saying "I'll go out for a while".

The sound of the door closing brought Mycroft back to his thoughts. He looked at the door with his eyes narrowed dangerously. Harry had no doubt that the other party would soon send someone from somewhere to follow.

"Hermione, I have a banquet to attend this afternoon, and I need a female companion, would you be willing to help?"

Mycroft asked casually, but Hermione knew it meant his relationship with her would be made public.

Whether it was Mycroft's status in the British government or Hermione's own status as a witch, only a few people knew the real relationship between the two people, and both of them concealed this relationship intentionally or unintentionally.And now...

"Mycroft, have you decided?"

Mycroft is not a hot-headed person, he must think carefully about everything he does, and he has his own deep meaning.There was no need to ask this question, but Hermione was still a woman, so she asked instinctively.

"Hermione, I'll have the stylist over in a minute."

McCaughey didn't reply directly, but it was clear what he meant.Hermione bit her lip and smiled.

"Uh...then I'll rest at the hotel." Harry scratched his head and said helplessly.

"Sorry Harry for leaving you alone."

"It's okay, Hermione, have fun," Harry said with a shy smile.

Hermione had a busy day, and Mycroft was supposed to be in Washington for a meeting.Because they came to the United States, they took the time to come here.Now, in order to save time and hurry back, Hermione's dress styling can only be done on the plane.

"Does it look good?"

Hermione was wearing a champagne-colored long dress this time. The silky smooth fabric was close to her slender figure, and her curly long brown hair was neatly coiled up, looking solemn and elegant.The beautiful shoulders and collarbones were exposed, and a pair of slender and powerful hands rested gently on them. The mirror in front of him reflected a man who was also elegantly dressed and dignified.

"elegant and charming"

Mycroft bent down, put his arms around Hermione, and warm breath surrounded her.

"No matter what you look like, you make me crazy."

"I thought you were an English gentleman?"

"So I'm just praising you now, no..." The long voice behind was meaningful, Hermione covered her hot face, and Anthea's timely appearance saved her.

"Sorry to interrupt, but Sir Washington is coming soon."

"Understood." Mycroft stood up straight as if nothing had happened, and straightened his bow tie in front of the mirror.

"Let's go down, Hermione."

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Hermione loosely held Mycroft's arm and stepped gracefully into the banquet hall with his steps.

It was impossible to say that she wasn't nervous. Although Hermione was a witch, she was also a girl of ordinary birth.

As a middle-class family, there is no shortage of money or social status.But Hermione has always pursued knowledge, not advocating extravagance and worshiping money, and has never participated in such high-end banquets.In Hogwarts, he only participated in the Yule Ball when the Triwizard Tournament was held in the fourth grade, which is really not calm.Hermione could only be thankful now that she had learned to dance.

As if knowing Hermione's nervousness, Mycroft picked up the red wine on the table and handed it to her, casually said: "If you don't know how to respond, just smile."

The banquet hall is furnished in a low-key and luxurious way, and the high-hanging crystal chandeliers cast an ambiguous halo.The skilled band played the familiar dance melody, and the men and women with exquisite makeup coming and going with wine glasses were more elegant and courteous than the other.

"Mr. Holmes, we meet again. It has been three years since I last visited Iran."

A slightly fat middle-aged man greeted him with a big smile on his face.

"Mr. O'Connor, I heard that you were invited to become a permanent member of the National Security Council. I haven't congratulated you yet." Mycroft had a flattering smile on his face, neither overly enthusiastic nor falsely cold.

"You were as well-informed as ever, and thanks to your leadership in Iran, I was given the opportunity to be on the National Security Council."

"Then wish us a happy cooperation!" Mycroft raised his glass to signal, and O'Connor also showed a tacit smile and said, "Happy cooperation!"

"Is this your female companion?" After talking about the business, O'Connor took time to pay attention to Hermione who was standing aside and acting as a wallflower.This kind of occasion is not a big one, and there are very few new faces who come and go.Especially for those who are engaged in confidentiality work, no one around them is simple.The sudden appearance of a fresh face that looks innocent is naturally eye-catching.

"This is my fiancée—Miss Hermione Granger, who just graduated and rarely has time to socialize with me."

Mycroft gave an understated introduction, as if he didn't notice what he left behind.