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

There is no movement.Magnussen had to rely on himself. He searched his memory for the pressure points of the people in front of him, and finally concentrated on Sherlock.

"Sherlock, do you remember Redbeard?"

A dog named Redbeard ran past in Sherlock's mind, and he asked calmly, "What do you want to say?"

"Poor Sherlock, what a good baby brother, but he doesn't know that his brother has been cheating on you."

Hermione hurriedly turned to look at Sherlock's face, but couldn't see anything.Sherlock didn't seem to take Magnussen's words to heart, and decided that the other party was just jumping the wall.

"First of all, I have never been a good baby and brother. On the contrary, Mycroft is my biggest enemy. Secondly, no matter what he hides, I will know."

"Ha - you are so naive, you have no idea that Mycroft Holmes is hiding another Holmes, a Holmes you never knew or forgot."

Magnussen looked at Sherlock's finally changed expression, knowing that he had succeeded again, the triumphant smile just showed a shallow arc, "bang—" a gunshot, the bullet pierced through the temple, immediately Gnudsen collapsed before his expression could change.

The CIA's nerves were completely aroused, and they pointed a gun at Moriarty seriously and nervously.He handed the gun back to the bodyguard beside him, and then unhurriedly drew out his wand.

Hermione's wand had been aimed at Moriarty for a long time, but she didn't expect that the other party used Muggle methods to kill Magnussen in order to prevent the US Ministry of Magic from pursuing him. She didn't react for a while.

Moriarty ignored the threats around him, but said to the still warm corpse on the ground: "You know too much." He waved his wand casually.

Hermione only had time to add an enlarged version of the talisman to everyone before she felt ostracized from the house.The whole process was like being spit out, and in a blink of an eye it was the Harvard campus, and the noisy voice of the football team training was heard not far away.

"You came out." Irene waited aside, watching Sherlock's ugly face with concern.

Irene got off the car before taking them into the manor forest, but she didn't leave but waited here, not surprised at their sudden appearance.

In contrast, the supposedly well-trained CIA agents were a little surprised and dazed.As senior agents of the CIA, they knew a lot about the magic world before they came.However, the wonder of magic is still far beyond their expectations. Experiencing this charm in person is completely different from browsing materials like reading a fairy tale novel.

"We were expelled by the protection magic of the manor, and it will be difficult to re-enter after that. Fortunately, Moriarty did not kill, otherwise we would have no chance of winning if we attacked the other party's territory."

While explaining, Hermione ran to Mycroft's side, seeing that he was still motionless, but luckily he was not injured, so she quickly lifted the petrification spell.

With Hermione's support, Mycroft stood up, moved his stiff limbs slightly, and then lowered his head to tidy up his messy suit.He didn't pay attention to Hermione who stood aside with a troubled face and the group of staring agents.

When he was finally satisfied with his appearance, he looked up and said, "What are you standing there for? Do you want to attract more attention? Harvard students are not you idiots."

After the sarcasm, regardless of the slander in the hearts of everyone present, he took the lead in getting into the black car driven by the CIA that was parked beside him.

Sherlock stared thoughtfully at the figure of Mycroft getting into the car, and followed.Hermione had no choice but to float and Harry also got into the car. Although Harry could wake up after a quick recovery, Harry was not like Mycroft. Hermione was afraid of Harry's reaction and dared not wake him up here. I can wait until I get back.

磨合

"Sherlock, what do you think your brother is planning?"

Hermione quietly walked up to Sherlock in distress, looking at him helplessly.

"Are you asking Moriarty, Holmes or your complicated relationship?" Sherlock asked knowingly.

"Of course it's our relationship. Moriarty is not so easy to deal with. As for Holmes, as long as McCoff really wants to keep it a secret, no one can easily ask it out. And I think McCoff will tell sooner or later, so now I only care about what McCoff thinks? How long has it been since he came back from the United States, and he seems like nothing happened."

After that confrontation with Moriarty, McCoff held meetings for several days to deal with the consequences of the emergency dispatch of the CIA.And Hermione and Harry had to face the bleakest truth, and Kingsley still knew it.Although they helped them solve the question from the Magical Congress of America, they owed Kingsley a reasonable explanation.

When they finished their exhausting work, they found that Sherlock had already left them and ran back.So even though Hermione and Mycroft had been living together and flew back to England on the same flight, they still couldn't find the right time to talk.

Hermione thought that she could solve it immediately after returning to England, but the reality told her that she was still too sweet.The affairs of the Ministry of Magic and the affairs of the British government made them not spend as much time meeting each other in the same house as they did in the United States.

Finally, Christmas finally came, and Hermione had to explain to her parents when she had a fiancé.It wasn't until Hermione took her parents to sit down in the country hut of the old Sherlock Holmes couple that Hermione breathed a sigh of relief.

On the whole, the meeting was cordial and friendly. Both the old Sherlock Holmes and the Granger couple were rare warm and friendly British people.

It's just that for Mr. Granger, in the face of Mr. Holmes, a former patient, he is a big client who can't be offended by a high position.Now he has become his son-in-law, this matter really needs to give him some time to digest.

As a result, the Christmas family gathering became a place for the parents of both sides to communicate, and the only one who could speak was Watson.Mary smiled obediently, and Mycroft drank alone, and Hermione found a chance to connect with Sherlock.

"Who can guess what Mycroft is thinking? I can't act him out, but I know there's no need for you to worry."

Sherlock frowned impatiently, as if the other person asked a stupid question, and finally saw Hermione persevering, and turned to answer.

Hermione was thoughtful, "Don't you think Mycroft has been avoiding me? Although the two of us are indeed busy recently, we don't even have time to meet each other. Besides, I wanted to talk to him several times, and he They have unknowingly diverted the topic. Isn't it obvious that you don't want to talk in depth? Of course I'm worried."

"He's running away."

Sherlock affirmed loudly.

"Escape? Escape from what? Me?" Hermione's eyes widened in disbelief.

"Ah! What are you wondering about? You don't know that Mycroft's favorite saying is 'love is of no use', 'too caring is no advantage' and the like? Even if Holmes' brain is facing this kind of problem Sometimes it is inevitable to advance and retreat, and this is not a big deal.”

"It's so rare that you said these words, Sherlock, should I thank John or that woman?" Hermione teased.

How could Sherlock choke on a joke of this magnitude?So he immediately fought back: "However, this is only temporary. Immediately, Mycroft will clarify the problems between you, and then implement it resolutely, removing all obstacles."

While talking, Sherlock blinked his blue-gray eyes, "I'll give you a piece of advice, it's very difficult for you to approach him and influence him before he thinks it through. But once he thinks it through, the decision he makes must be I won't agree with you, so...as soon as possible."

Before Hermione could ask any further questions, Sherlock went out for a smoke.

Hermione stood by the window and looked into the courtyard, followed by Mycroft. The two of them rarely stood together peacefully smoking and chatting.

This kind of warm scene is really very rare for Hermione to see in these years. Seeing the two Holmes showing a childish and weak side in front of their common mother, Hermione smiled quietly.

Gryffindor's courage and enthusiasm won once again, and all the worries, shyness, and hesitation in his heart were cleared away.Hermione followed Mycroft and sat down at the table. Mycroft took a sip from a glass of punch and put it down.

"We should talk."

"How do you explain it?"

"Do I need an explanation?"

"It's really not necessary." Mycroft nodded in agreement, and McCoff looked directly at Hermione, which made her breathe a sigh of relief.Mycroft's eyes have always been extremely intimidating. According to Anthea, in the interrogation room, he once forced a well-trained agent to speak with just his eyes.

Although these rumors are quite exaggerated and legendary, it is undeniable that few people can look directly into his eyes calmly.But for Hermione, a husband who had been avoiding her eyes for several days, finally mustered up the courage to look at her, was really gratifying.

"There is no need to explain between us. We both understand each other's intentions. But because we both understand, there are a lot of troubles. What we really need is running in."

Mycroft lifted a strand of hair from Hermione's lips and pinned it behind her ear.

"Our differences are not in identity, race, age."

"what is that?"

Mycroft's eyes are deep and charming, with the mature wisdom endowed by the years, but also the ruthlessness of years of ups and downs in the political arena and even life and death.He has the characteristics of successful people, firm, ruthless to others and even more ruthless to himself.

"For example, on the choice of minority and majority, I often