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

, Mycroft knew it was also for himself.

Strongly demanding that Dr. Watson take care of Sherlock, Mycroft is ready to rush to clean up the mess.

Memories

On the last day of the Christmas holiday, Hermione sat on a wicker chair in the garden at home and looked at a certain page of "Forgotten Ancient Magic and Spells" in her hand for a long time.To be honest, Hermione was looking forward to this Christmas holiday very much, not for the reason that most students look forward to the holiday.

Rather, she had a lot of questions to ask McCoff face to face, so the Christmas holiday was undoubtedly the most appropriate time.Although Mycroft did set up a stronghold in the wizarding world quite magically.

Thinking of this, Hermione couldn't help but think of mid-October, when they went to Hogsmeade village for the first time this year.That morning Hermione and Harry nearly had a heated argument over the Half-Blood Prince.Later, on the way to the Three Broomsticks, I met the shameful thief Mundungus.He actually stole something from Sirius' house to sell, which made Harry very angry and almost exposed the secret of the Order of the Phoenix.

To appease Harry, Hermione went to the bar to serve drinks.The charming landlady, Mrs. Rosmerta, was still beautiful and charming, and firmly attracted the attention of boys like Ron.

Hermione watched Ron slowly drink his butterbeer without saying a word, pretending to be noble and deep.For some reason, I thought of that gentleman, and every move of that Mr. Holmes was noble and profound.Although knowing that comparing an underage boy to a mature man with all his experience made no sense, and Hermione had never compared Ron to anyone else before, even though she knew the boy was always immature and reckless.

Hermione suddenly didn't want to stay here, so she went to the bar again under the pretext of trying a new flavor.

"Miss, do you want to try the new ginger eggnog?" Hermione was looking for an excuse to stay alone for a while, but when she was about to refuse, she saw the fleeting MI5 badge in the hand of the unfamiliar waiter.So the refusal becomes: "Give me a drink."

Looking at the waiter pouring the wine slowly, he explained: "Hogwarts is not easy to mix in, but Hogsmeade village is full of fish and dragons, so the adults set up eyeliner here. On the one hand, collect information on the wizarding world, On the other hand, it is convenient to contact you." The young man handed over the wine glass with a friendly and thoughtful smile, "Your ginger eggnog, please use it slowly."

Hermione casually looked at the strangely colored liquid in the glass, struggled for a while and finally gave up pouring the glass into her mouth. "Are you a wizard?"

"Yes, I'm a bitch."

"How many of you are there?"

"I don't know the specifics, but as far as I know, there are people from us in several relatively large wizard gathering areas in the British magic world, such as Hogsmeade Village and Godric's Hollow."

Hermione didn't expect Mycroft to win over a group of "his own people" so quickly, but time was running out and now was not the time to confess to Harry Ron.So I can only end the conversation in a hurry, go back and call the boys back to school.

In the later time, as Harry and Principal Dumbledore's lectures gradually progressed, their understanding of Voldemort became more and more in-depth.Hermione was sensitive to what Principal Dumbledore wanted to tell them, and of course it wasn't just the so-called gossip about Voldemort's tragic childhood or the mystery of his life experience.It should be more important and more substantive clues.

So when Harry had doubts about Principal Dumbledore's teaching and even neglected it, Hermione had to repeatedly emphasize the importance of this matter and urge him.And this was originally an important matter that Hermione wanted to interview with Mycroft during the Christmas vacation.After all, everything about Voldemort can be regarded as top secret, judging from the fact that Dumbledore chose to conceal it from most members of the Order of the Phoenix.

Except that all this was disrupted by Slughorn's soiree before the festival.Ron and Lavender really hurt Hermione's eyes, which made her very frustrated.For frustration, not sadness or jealousy or anything like that.This time was a rare opportunity for Hermione to spend this holiday alone thinking about her relationship with Ron.

As friends who grew up together and even went through life and death together, it should have been pure friendship, just like she and Harry.He tried to help and support him whenever and wherever possible, even when Rita Skeeter slandered her relationship with Harry in the fourth grade, it didn't change.

However, the relationship between adolescent men and women is always so confusing, ever since she and Ron had that kind of hazy affection between men and women in the fourth grade.Everything began to deviate from her expectations. Hermione had hoped to make changes more than once, but unfortunately all ended in failure.Their relationship is still not awkward, more troublesome than Harry and Cho Chang.

Now, Hermione breathed a sigh of relief, it was time to restore that pure friendship.Everything is like waking up from a big dream, and the originally entangled thoughts are suddenly opened.That's the best outcome, both for their precious friendship and for their grim form.

After solving a problem that has troubled me for a long time, the original plan can be put into practice.Hermione was quite surprised that Mycroft Holmes would give up such a good opportunity and not send his black car to find her.It's just that I'm going back to school soon, and I have to hurry up, and I can't wait to think about whether he has some affairs to worry about so I won't be free.At this time, Gryffindor's desperate action was manifested, and Hermione planned to take the initiative to find him.

As far as Hermione knew, Mycroft Holmes lived in two places, one was Diogenes, which he had visited several times, and the other was his private residence on Richmond Street.Since it was late, I was afraid he should be at home, so Hermione ran into the house and put on her coat, ignoring her mother's nagging questions.Leaving a sentence of "I'll go out for a while, I'll be right back." I called a taxi and went to Richmond Street.

Fortunately, Holmes Mycroft got off work early and returned to the apartment that day.Neither burning the midnight oil in Whitehall nor going to Diogenes or any other secret office.Instead, he went home and poured a glass of Glenlivet whiskey, sat on the high-back chair in the living room, and let himself be briefly overwhelmed by the surging complex emotions.

So Hermione saw the rare depression of Mycroft Holmes, after being welcomed in by Anthea with a nervous expression.

There is no light in the dim room, and the long table looks empty and lonely.Holmes Mycroft sat alone at the end of the long table, with his face buried in his hands, expressionless, and only a shallow layer of spirits remained in his hand.

For a while, she didn't know if she was too reckless, but Hermione always believed that being loyal to her was the best way to help her get out of the haze.Instead of letting anyone calm down, that will only make people fall into the abyss of emotion.

Hermione pulled the nearest chair and sat down without waiting for Mycroft's reaction.He tentatively opened his mouth: "Do you want to talk?"

Mycroft raised his head, and he could see those negative feelings were firmly locked by powerful rationality.Except for the tighter corners of the mouth than usual, and the calmer to colder eyes, there is nothing.

"What? About why you're out so late at a single man's house by yourself, or about the obvious questions that never end in your stupid goldfish mind?"

oh!It's been a long time since I heard such a biting sarcasm from Mycroft's mouth.Hermione suppressed her anger and told herself not to argue with a drunk.

"I'm not drunk, it's just a glass of whiskey. I will never let the damn alcohol corrupt my brain." Mycroft can guess Hermione's complaints without reasoning, "One of my newly recruited clerks Than you can hide the emotion on your face."

"Enough!" Hermione roared unbearably, "My biggest mistake was that I wanted to comfort you when I saw you were in a bad mood. You deserve to be beaten by such a cold and authoritarian control freak, so it seems that I am really a stupid goldfish ! Just wait for someone to drown in the pond!"

Speaking of which, Hermione stood up, pushed back the chair heavily, turned and left.Before she could take a step, she was grabbed tightly by a big warm and dry hand.

"My younger brother Sherlock was a very cute and lively child. At that time, he admired and trusted me very much. After watching "Daughter of Time", he would chase me and ask: 'Why would someone think that power can change the truth? 'I would also say innocently that I want to be a pirate when I grow up. At that time, the family experienced some changes, and I was afraid of losing him, but I really enjoyed the authority of being an older brother. That was when our relationship was the closest."

Hermione listened to Mycroft's slow recounting of his past, knowing that this was the first and possibly the last time she would hear the man who had wrapped himself in layers of camouflage reveal his heart.So she didn't speak, didn't even move, and kept turning around, afraid that a little movement would break everything.

"It's just that the relationship was destroyed by myself. As Sherlock grew up, his genius brain and almost zero interpersonal skills made him more and more separated from the people around him. No one is an island, This is not normal. As his older brother, I should have noticed and improved the situation earlier. It’s just that I was too busy at that time, and I had just entered the MIB as a front-line intelligence officer. I often needed to go on missions and couldn’t Always pay attention to Sherlock. By the time I realized it, Sherlock was no longer the younger brother who obeyed his elder brother everywhere when he was a child.

He began to take pride in challenging his elder brother's authority. I suspect he has reached the stage of rebellion, which every boy has.I expected to wait until after this period to have a good talk with him, but