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

great news.It's just that the people here are all human beings, who know what to ask and what not to ask in person. No matter what they think in their hearts, they will only investigate in private.

"Miss Granger is a pleasure to meet you. You are such a beautiful and charming lady. Please allow me to toast you."

"Nice to meet you too, Mr. O'Connor."

This Mr. O'Connor didn't stay for long before leaving wisely, and immediately another official of unknown position greeted him.And everything was just like what Mycroft said, most of those people were knowledgeable and sensible, even if they were curious and suspicious in their hearts, what they said was just polite words on this occasion, Hermione just had to keep smiling the whole time.

Sending off an elite again, Hermione can finally sit on the sofa and relax for a while, feeling that this is more tiring than fighting the Death Eaters.Mycroft was invited by the Secretary of State just now, so Hermione had to be left alone in the venue. However, although Hermione's intelligence is not skilled, it is still no problem to deal with this kind of occasion.

But Hermione obviously reassured too early, as the politicians gathered in twos and threes, their wives and companions also gathered to discuss their topics.As the newcomer and Mycroft's fiancée Hermione, the spotlight is rightly in the spotlight.

"Miss Granger, you look really young. I wonder which middle school you graduated from?" asked a lady who still had a charm.

The first question made Hermione difficult, but fortunately they were well prepared: "I was studying at St. Catherine's School before, just to prepare to marry Mycroft. I took a break from school for two years, and then I planned to apply for Cambridge directly."

"Then how did you and Mr. Holmes meet? Would you mind telling me? After all, Mr. Holmes is a rare decent man who has never heard of having a girlfriend or scandal." A young lady looked up at the story Asked with a naive smile.

"Well..." Hermione seemed to think hesitantly, "There's nothing I can't say, my father is McCoff's personal dentist, we met at my father's clinic, it was love at first sight."

Hermione put on an embarrassed look to satisfy the curiosity of these ladies who had nothing to do all day and liked to inquire about the truth.This kind of statement is the most unreliable but also the most irrefutable. Sure enough, everyone is suddenly enlightened, but only Merlin knows how much they believe.

Afterwards, the topic no longer focused on Hermione alone, and everyone discussed only topics such as brands and parties.Hermione thought it was really boring, so she might as well read a few pages of the book.But Qiang cheered up and listened for a while, and found that the political sensitivity of the ladies and ladies was not inferior.

Who has a close relationship with whom; who has what resources; who wants to get what... These information are all hidden in the repeated cups and cups, and low eyebrows and smiles.Hermione wondered if she had gotten the hang of it, because in the past, even if she heard this Slytherin-style implication, there was something in the words, but she didn't understand the specific meaning.

"Hermione, dance with me."

At some point, Mycroft came back, stood beside her, and invited her to dance as if no one else was there.No matter what the women around them thought, they all looked at them with smiles and blessings on their faces.

Hermione watched Mycroft bowing gracefully, with affectionate and focused eyes, and couldn't help giving him her hand.

The waltz dance is really suitable for Mycroft. His calmness, strong control and smart brain make him know how to deal with the delicate relationship between people.When rotating, advancing and retreating, he grasped every inch of it accurately.He could always adjust himself to match Hermione's speed in a timely manner, and of course Hermione was led forward, sideways, spinning, and jumping more often by him.People's eyes are attracted by their dance postures that are both firm and soft, fast and slow, and coordinated with each other.

"Why dance with me?"

"Are you going to dance or not?"

"You're a Sherlock Holmes. Sherlock didn't even dance at Dr. Watson's wedding."

"So I'm not Sherlock." Looking at Hermione's unrelenting eyes, Mycroft pulled his face down disapprovingly, and compromised, "Well, we must show that we are in love and happy with each other. I want everyone to know You became my security hole."

Hermione didn't say anything after the dance, and Mycroft didn't seem to notice Hermione's unusual quietness, and he still socialized freely and walked closely with Hermione.

Hermione knew that this was Mycroft's frankness, he was frank about his own use and his own plan.Hermione knew from the beginning that Mycroft was a control freak and a man with no extra emotion.All his loyalty was devoted to his country, and his few affections were devoted to his family.So when Hermione found out that she and Mycroft were in love, it was unexpected and exciting. Their relationship has been smooth sailing from the beginning to the present, and it is natural.

Mycroft was too sensible, Hermione was too persistent, and they had too many other problems to deal with.So along the way, the relationship grew stronger, and those possible problems seemed insignificant in the face of the difficulties and dangers they faced together, and the running-in was completed naturally.

It's just that this time, when they are going to make their relationship public in their respective social circles in both worlds, some problems are inevitable.

Hermione knew that her mind was meaningless. It was true that Mycroft had used her in the past, but she didn't care about it because their goals were the same, and Hermione was sensible enough.But now maybe Hermione loved this man even more, so much that she couldn't bear any impurity in this relationship.

Hermione felt that she needed some time to think about how they would get along in the future.Love and life are different after all.

While Hermione and Mycroft were engaged in a rare cold war since they met, Sherlock and that woman were also engaged in a game of advancing and retreating.

"Did you come to me just to watch your poor flirting?"

"Be patient, we haven't seen each other for so long, don't you want to take a good look at me?"

"What are you looking at? You have received seven... no, eight new clients in the United States. Now it is more low-key than in the United Kingdom. One of them is quite pleasing to you, or can bring you more benefits. You The perfume you are using now is obviously different from the previous one, it should be given to you by him. I advise you to change it quickly, this smell is not suitable for you. "

Sherlock saw Irene's recent situation at a glance. It seemed that she was doing well in the United States, but she felt a little uncomfortable, but it was not a big deal, and Sherlock naturally ignored it.

"Are you jealous?" Irene is indeed a master of emotions. Although she doesn't have Sherlock's reasoning ability, she can hear the deep feelings in the other's words.For her, Sherlock's reaction was gratifying no matter what, but what she feared most was that he didn't respond.But now it seems that her text messages every once in a while are working.

"If that's all you want to talk to me about, then I'm leaving."

"Well, I won't tease you anymore. I came here to tell you that Samuel Moriarty knew you were looking for him, so he asked you to meet."

"time and location."

As expected by Sherlock, the other party took the initiative to find them, but he didn't expect it to be through Irene Adler.Sherlock pressed his palms together against the tip of his nose, his brain running rapidly.

"At ten o'clock in the morning the day after tomorrow, I will pick you up at the hotel."

"The day after tomorrow? It seems that he has figured out when Mycroft will come back." Their every move in the United States is under the surveillance of each other, which made Sherlock more excited.

"Sherlock, I'm very worried about you." Irene stared into Sherlock's blue eyes full of worry, and stroked the cheek of the man opposite him with her right hand, stroking it cherishingly.

"What do you want?" Sherlock was silent for a while, unceremoniously poking through the woman's tricks.

"Sherlock, you are still incomprehensible. I am glad that no one has entered your heart in these years. You are so cute. You don't know how much self-control I have used to control myself and not overwhelm you."

Irene approached Sherlock, hooked his slender fair neck ambiguously, and said hoarsely.

Small town

Sherlock looked at Mycroft and Hermione who entered silently one after the other, and keenly noticed their abnormality.But what does it matter?This situation was predictable in the first place, and it was not easy for Hermione, a character like Mycroft, to endure it until now.

However, it was rare for Sherlock not to sneer, but looked at them naturally, and talked about the invitation brought by Irene.

"Is that Moriarty trying to call us to kill them together?" Harry tap-dancing with his wand, directing the cup boredly.

"That's really simple and rude." Sherlock snorted.

"However, this is a good opportunity. No matter what his purpose is, our investigation of him has obviously reached an impasse. This meeting can deepen our understanding of him."

Mycroft was also playing with his inseparable black umbrella, but after seeing the power of this black umbrella, I am afraid that no one would doubt his obsessive-compulsive disorder.

"Then did the other party invite all of us? Including me and Harry?" Hermione was silent since the moment she entered the door, she didn't know what she was thinking, and now she spoke.

"Yes, our every move is in the eyes of the other party." Mycroft condensed his face, and he could see that he was not in a good mood.

After listening to Mycroft's answer, Hermione fell silent again.Now even Harry, who was a little slow, reacted, and the two had a quarrel.

Harry looked at Hermione's drooping head, and at the way Mycroft sat motionless on the sofa.In the end, he stared at Sherlock hesitantly, but it was a pity that Sherlock had never been interested in this kind of scene and was powerless.

So Harry had no choice but to say dryly, "Then we just follow the other party's plan?"