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

Opening behind her, a woman was speaking, and her voice greatly increased Hermione's sense of fear.

"Sure," she said quietly. "Is this the Mudblood girl? Is this Granger?"

"Yes, yes, it's Granger!" Lucius yelled, "and next to her, we thought it was Potter, Potter and his friends, finally caught!"

Harry Ron was locked in the cellar, but she was taken away by that lunatic Bellatrix.She faintly heard Harry and Ron calling her name loudly, but there seemed to be no sound.She knew she was in trouble.

"Crucio—" Hermione let out a scream, and she felt a piercing pain all over her body, as if countless sharp knives were cutting her body.

"Look! Nasty Mudblood rolling on the ground. Crucifix—" Bellatrix relished the torture.Hermione couldn't hear whether she was screaming or not, Cruciatus cursed one after another, and her whole body was drenched in cold sweat.Hermione was unable to struggle, and her limbs were twitching involuntarily.My mind went blank, terrified that I would become like Neville's parents.

"Mycroft—" Hermione opened her lips and whispered softly, the name was on her lips but she didn't dare to say it.She bit her lip tightly, afraid that she couldn't help but reveal something.

"How did you get into my vault?" Hermione could vaguely hear Bellatrix scream, "Did that dirty goblin in the cellar help you?"

After a while, it felt like the never-ending Cruciatus Curse had indeed stopped, and Hermione was glad Bellatrix had finally remembered something, otherwise she would really have died here.

Hermione struggled to turn her brain that was on the verge of collapse, "We just met him tonight!" Hermione whimpered, "We haven't been to your vault... It's not a real sword! It's a fake, just a fake! "

"Fake?" Bellatrix screamed. "Oh, it's a resemblance!"

"We can easily find out!" Lucius said, "Draco, bring that goblin, he can tell us if the sword is real!"

Hermione didn't know if Griphook would help them, but she had no choice when suddenly there was a sound in the cellar.Lucius rushed to check, Hermione's eyes lit up, it was Harry, it must be them.

Before Hermione could think of cooperating with their plan, another Cruciatus began.Hermione let out the most terrifying scream, and the world lost its original color and sound, and suddenly Hermione seemed to be back in her mother's arms, or the comforting hug of Mycroft.She just wanted to fall like this, and don't care about anything.

A loud bang of glass cracking brought Hermione back to consciousness, and she struggled to open her eyes. Shining crystal shards flew in all directions, and Ron rushed to push himself away.Harry jumped at the chance: he hopped over an armchair and snatched the three wands Draco was clutching, aiming them all at Greyback and yelling, "Swoon!" The curse was thrown towards the ceiling and then collapsed to the ground.

Narcissa tugged Draco away from the greater harm.Bellatrix jumped up, her hair flying as she brandished the silver knife; but Narcissa was already pointing her wand down the corridor, and it was Dobby.

"Ron, grab—go!" Harry yelled, throwing a wand to Ron, who was holding Hermione tightly with his other hand; Ring, and with the groaning goblin still clutching the sword on his shoulders, Harry grabbed Dobby's hand and spun Apparate quickly.

Hermione glanced one last time into the drawing room before he went into darkness, and saw Narcissa and Draco's pale, motionless faces; Ron's flying red hair; The knife thrown from the place cut out a silver-blue light.

Hermione raised the M36 gun in her hand, which Hermione found out and hid on her body when it was in the tent.Thanks to wizards' disregard for Muggle technology, they didn't find the gun.It's just that Hermione didn't find a chance to use it in front of so many powerful Death Eaters, and now——it's time for revenge.

"Bang -" a gunshot, before seeing the results of my first actual combat shooting, everything was plunged into darkness.

Mycroft had a rare free time today, perhaps because his troublesome younger brother had disappeared, and without Moriarty, the international situation was stable.As a result, Mycroft's daily workload has been reduced by a large amount, allowing him to spend a lot of time at leisure in Diogenes, reading books and newspapers, and thinking quietly.

Picking up the Santa Ynez coffee on the table, I couldn't resist adding another piece of sugar.Smelling the sweetness like berries and caramel, Mycroft smiled lazily, but obviously he couldn't finish this cup of coffee today.

The double-sided mirror placed next to him continued to heat up, and Mycroft's face was ugly. Snape would not take the initiative to contact him unless there was something important.He hurriedly got up and walked to his secret office, closed the door, and took out the double-sided mirror.

Sure enough, Snape's eyes were like death rays, and there was a tired look on his face "That brainless Potter, just like his stupid and damned father, was taken to Malfoy Manor by calling the Dark Lord by his name. I really shouldn't expect a Potter to know what prudence is, if he wants to die I can help him at any time, don't bother the Dark Lord..."

Mycroft raised his voice to interrupt Snape's venting his anger. He didn't care about it, "What's the situation with them now? They should have escaped from Malfoy Manor, otherwise you wouldn't be in the mood to complain to me."

Snape twitched the corners of his mouth and gave a smirk, "Oh, you always knew. Yes they escaped, not only did they escape, but they rescued a goblin who was imprisoned there, a dying An old man and a crazy girl. What a feat!"

Snape looked at Mycroft's calm face, where no expression could be seen.Sudden malice surged up, and he restrained his emotions, "Miss Granger really impressed me, she was shot and killed after Bellatrix Lestrange tortured her with the Cruciatus Curse. Now the Dark Lord is furious at Malfoy Manor, and I just got out."

Mycroft's heart sank, and the Cruciatus Curse—with his limited magic knowledge and knowing the name of this curse, it was difficult for him to restrain his desire to kill, "Is she okay now? What do I need to do?"

"She's been tortured by more than one Cruciatus Curse, and I'm sure Potter and the others don't know how to deal with it. She needs special potion treatment, or even if she can get rid of those painful memories and not go crazy, her magic system will be damaged .So find someone you can trust to bring the potion there."

"I'll go in person." Mycroft considered for a while, and there was no one more suitable than him at this time.People in the Order of the Phoenix are trustworthy but can't explain his and Snape's identities and positions, and the wizards he recruited to inquire about the news are fine, as for trust-that's a joke.

Snape frowned reflexively, thinking that the people in front of him were like those brainless fools addicted to love potions.But after thinking about it, this is indeed an impossible solution, so he said reluctantly: "Okay, I will bring you the potion later. I will let Dobby take you there. Dobby is a house elf. It was the one that saved Potter and the others. It belongs to Hogwarts now, and I'm the Headmaster, and I'll convince it to help you."

"Thank you." It is rare for Mycroft to thank people sincerely. He knows that this method seems to be a last resort on the surface, but in fact he knows how much selfishness there is in his heart.But he didn't want to restrain himself this time.

"My pleasure," Snape replied deadpan.

Distressed

The moonlight slanted into the window, bringing bursts of chill.Mycroft sat on the edge of the bed, looking at the girl lying on the bed with a pale face and falling asleep.

He thought that his heart, which had long been eaten away by political struggles and the complexity of human nature, would no longer have any throbbing.But now...he knew that this girl once again broke the armor of indifference that he was once proud of, revealing the soft heart inside.

"What should I do with you?" The low whisper melted into the night wind, so small that no one could hear it except himself.

Hermione seemed to feel that the person beside her was someone she missed deeply, or that the potion from the potion master was too effective, so she struggled to wake up.

The brain that just woke up from the coma is still in chaos, and the eyes are dim again.Hermione woke up and endured the urge to vomit in her chest. Just as she was about to get up, a familiar deep male voice rang in her ears.

"Just woke up, did you start tossing again?"

Scared—Hermione wanted to pull out her wand reflexively, but there was nothing after touching for a long time.But this little time allowed her to see the person in front of her clearly through the moonlight. It turned out to be McCoff? !

"Why are you here? Where is this place?"

"Before you ask me," Mycroft put down the black umbrella he was holding and straightened his body, "I think you should explain to me, why are you lying here like a dead man?"

Hermione turned her brain, which had been frozen for a long time, obviously it was not easy, because there were too many questions stuck there.

But Mycroft didn't think about asking her to answer. He took out a potion bottle from the handbag he brought and handed it to Hermione. "I fed you a few bottles of potion before, so that you can wake up so quickly. I heard that this bottle is only effective if you drink it within an hour after brewing, so Dobby just sent it. You can drink it now. up