A simple story of the United Kingdom and the United States

"It looks like you've run into some kind of case?" Sherlock stared with interest after returning from a "friend's house" and couldn't extricate himself from the chair (couldn't pull himself out of the chair...) as if Mrs. Hudson was as hopeless as a fish before she put it in the frying pan today.

Of course, only Sherlock can frankly say this kind of statement that can compare people with fish that are about to go into the pot.

"Why don't you come to me? About your mother, maybe I can help you, can't I?" Not only did he check Natalia's background information by himself, Mycroft also specially gave him a A more detailed information, but this made Sherlock even more curious, why did Natalia, who lived a simple and peaceful life, have the air of an agent beside Mycroft?

Unless everything she has shown is false, she has completely created another self, but is this possible on a child?Well, it is possible.

Sherlock fixed his eyes on Natalia. She was wearing a little black dress and not very obvious light makeup. It was obvious that she came out of a certain party, and on the way back, she went for a walk in the park that had just been built. The red mud spots on the shoes at the door proved this very well. Judging from the thickness of the soil stained on the shoes, she wandered around at least five or six times.

"Wandering around that remote, dark and untidy park alone for a few laps in a high-end little dress, instead of going back to grandma's house or "friend's house", I came back here directly." Sherlock picked up a blanket and threw it to her, "Aren't you willing to say it?"

"I need to solve this matter myself, and for you, this is a meaningless case. It's not even worth three points." Natalia received the blanket as soon as she raised her hand, wrapped herself up, and she I need to take a good rest and digest the current effective information.Now, she's just a few key figures away from tying it all together.

No matter what the result is, she must accept it.

"How's your future roommate going?" Just before she went upstairs, Mrs. Hudson was complaining to her that Sherlock was scaring him away from potential future roommates.

"Well, if you're here by this time tomorrow, maybe you'll be able to meet him. An army doctor, just back from the Great Afghanistan, a little mental ailment. Everything else is fine."

"I believe that solving this small disease is not a difficult problem for you, right! The great Mr. Holmes will not be stumped by these small problems! I firmly believe it!"

"If you hold back your insincere smile a little, maybe I'll accept your compliment, now, time to make some tea." Sherlock smirked at her, then ignored her.

"Oh, sir, I've already moved out. As a guest, please let me go." She wailed, Mrs. Hudson, thank you for your hard work, and within a few days of her leaving, Baby Sherlock started making a fuss again Come on, have any criminals in London gone to stay up drinking and get hungover?Are you so free that you are worthy of the police in Scotland who work so hard to get paid?Are you worthy of the people who pay taxes to the country!Can you bear the crime of making Mr. Sherlock so boring! ! !

"tea, now." He also handed over the cup by the way.

"Sir, I will come tomorrow, do you need me to bring something?" She was helpless, and took it honestly.

"How about the spaghetti?" Sherlock looked up at her seriously this time.

"..." She felt sorry for Brother Mai, because she turned his brother into a foodie.

Helene Manor after dark

"You called me over in such a hurry, what happened?" Natalia said quietly, anyone who was woken up in the middle of the night to listen to the chatter of a group of portraits would be angry.

"The news just came that something went wrong in the Quidditch match." The old man in the portrait said to her with a serious face.

She narrowed her eyes and remained silent for a while.

Quidditch match?What the hell? ?The old portraits finally couldn't stand her ignorance of the Quidditch game and were ready to re-educate her?

Please forgive a little wizard who doesn't like sports but is forced to do strenuous exercise and has never been interested in "things that don't make much sense" in the wizarding world. After all, she has more to do than face SHIELD The most important thing is to face all kinds of teachings and teachings from the Helian family. She has a headache, really.Moreover, this kind of sports that requires full use of the speed, flying skills and form of the broomstick and the high quality requirements of the players really made her feel that life is too short. Why does riding a broom be like flying a plane? There is no iron sheet on the outside of the plane to block the wind! !

#拉一找The black history of getting along with the broom back then#

#Remember the Natalia who kept performing tricks and dropping the broom? #

The steward of the alchemy product brought her a cloak. It was an emergency just now, and the little master ran over without putting it on. If the little master got sick, it would be his fault.

"Thank you, Christine, help me prepare some biscuits and black tea, and I need to know the situation at that time." The last sentence was said to the portrait that received the information.

It turned out that there was a Quidditch competition during the summer vacation of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry this year, which sounds pretty good.Looking at the old man in the portrait who was about to fall into repeating his great deeds, Natalia spoke in time to stop him from repeating the "past days".

"The point, sir." She drank black tea, and the hot black tea brought her a little comfort in this deserted old castle.Before she stepped here, except for those alchemy products, there were almost no living things.Her mother's father passed away the year Walfster graduated and ran away from home. Fortunately, Helaine's house was hidden, otherwise the Dark Lord would not let Helaine, a very useful family, be spared.

"You impolite little monster." The old gentleman in the portrait complained, "Look at your etiquette, have you eaten it all in your stomach!"

"I'm assuming that calling out an underage lady in the middle of the night is what you call etiquette?" She responded unhurriedly, and the portraits of the young Helein, who hadn't seen her for a long time, almost caught her and made a fuss .She should really be thankful to Xie Meilin, if she hadn't had blood from the beginning, presumably this group of elderly portraits would never have been willing to meet her as a mixed race.

Just get used to it.

She looked around, ignoring the other's complaints, the empty walls, the brightly lit hall, the lifeless corridor.

It will be crazy, facing this depressive environment for a long time, no matter who it is, it will produce a kind of depression and despair, and it will eventually break down.And the people in this group of portraits are really pitiful, aren't they?Without relatives, without future, after death, he can only be confined in a small picture frame, silent with the silence of the manor.If it wasn't for her arrival, they probably wouldn't be able to find familiar people and things again.

"Someone rioted just after the Quidditch match, and while the situation was in chaos, someone issued a Dark Lord's sign to make the situation even more chaotic." The appearance of another alchemy product, instead of the portrait, told her information.

Everything in the manor can be said to be under her command, but in fact she is not their real master, just like her surname, she is a Stark.

Otherwise, it would not be the portraits that got the first-hand news, but the direct notification to her.

The black tea brought to her lips just covered her slightly sarcastic smile, and she felt a little restless inside.Look at these people, they give you all the superficial effort, they don't treat you like a servant, they don't treat you as theirs at all, they don't even tell you what you want to know about your mother, What are you still asking for?

Quiet, not yet.

She frowned slightly, and the housekeeper at the side mistook the black tea as unpalatable, and was about to change her cup, but she turned her away.

"I remember, there was a piece of information saying that a mouse escaped?"

When people are afraid that something will change, then we can estimate that there is a high probability that something will go wrong.As she thought, the fact that the savior got the truth and then whitewashed the godfather, but let the real prisoner escape, can be more or less related to the Quidditch incident.

She flipped through the information on the desk again. The information network of the Helein family is very powerful. At least when she set her sights on the savior, the flood of information kept coming to her. She didn't care about it, as long as she could achieve her goal, she didn't care.

Conscience was gone from the time she took the gun from Natasha, from the time she shot the first person.

After dealing with the relevant issues overnight, she yawned and appeared at the gate of 221B Baker Street at [-]:[-] p.m. on time. What should come will always come. She is not in a hurry, because someone will be in a hurry, when the other party can't wait to jump out , that is when she closes the net.

She just wants to get what she wants, and she doesn't care about the rest.

"Naya, welcome. Sherlock went out in the afternoon, but he should be back soon. Go upstairs and wait. Look at your dark circles, my dear, you must not have a good rest!" Mrs. Hudson welcomed happily Looking forward to Natalia's arrival, at the same time, she also scolded Natalia for staying up late again like a housekeeper.

It makes her happy that someone cares without purpose, just because they want to care about you.

But is it so obvious?She ran upstairs and looked in the mirror again and again. Sure enough, there were heavy dark circles under her eyes!Sure enough, I shouldn't have let my temper stay up late after the unpleasant conversation ended yesterday (T▽T).

There was a door opening downstairs, presumably the return of Mr. Sherlock and his future interesting roommate.She turned on the stove to boil hot water, and took out a new set of tea sets that she had just brought. There is no doubt that the previous set of tea sets except Mr. Sherlock himself were all sacrificed (▼皮▼#)! !Why do you think she was nestled on the sofa and unwilling to move last time!There is water and the cup is not clean, do you let her drink water from the kettle!It's too detrimental to the image of a lady! !

To put it bluntly, you are lazy←_←

Don't tell me if you see through, you won't be much better if you expose this baby!Tell you!This baby is a person with little emotions.

Natalia Emotional Stark gave a big friendly smile to the two who came upstairs to visit the house.

"..." Sherlock Holmes felt that something big was going to happen today.

"Oh, hello. Well, I'm John Watson. Are you? Sherlock's friend?" This was John Watson, who was out of shape but still trembling.

"To be precise, it was his last roommate, but I'm about to start school. So, you know. The end of social experience life." She explained, "Natalia Stark, I like you more Call me Naya, Mr. John." She liked it.

"Okay, Naya." John replied, looking around, "It's pretty good, very good."

"Yes, very good." Sherlock looked around, huh?This little guy tidied it up for him again?It's just that his conversational partner, Mr. Skeleton, was placed in an obvious position, and only the living room and the kitchen for boiling water and cooking were cleaned up, leaving only a pile of materials and information. A dinner table with some unspeakable (not) organized. "I think it would be nice to tidy up a little bit." John said quickly when he moved his eyes to the kitchen.

"Well, that?" John saw the skeleton first.

"Mr. Sherlock's friendly communication partner, isn't he cute?" Natalia came out from the kitchen after pouring tea, "Try my craft, I'm still very confident in this." When she came, she brought Some small biscuits came, and he picked up a small biscuit and stuffed it into the mouth of Sherlock who stretched his head over after hearing the biscuit.

"...Crackle" Sherlock ate a biscuit that was slightly in line with his taste, not very sweet, but acceptable.Then I went back to the kitchen table to fight.

"..." John Watson who felt that he had discovered something but had no way to talk about it.Is it my illusion?Who is taking care of whom?

And when Natasha saw a certain piece of information on the bureau's internal gossip information network, she suddenly felt that something was wrong.

"Tony Stark, why are you so willing to die?" She really began to wonder deeply.Should I be glad that Natalia didn't see the news in the first place?After all, the child is now focusing on her mother's past, and not paying much attention to her father himself. "It's good that she doesn't know, otherwise even I don't know what's going to happen."

Chief Fury held the terminal and said nothing, but she would always know, wouldn't she?

And in front of him was an encrypted file, which could only be read by people with a confidentiality level of 8 or above.

The first page of the file has only one profile picture, which is a photo of Natalia when she was just born.

When you feel that you are doing everything for her, it is just your wishful thinking, and you never know what she wants.

If you want to make people crazy, you may sometimes be able to do it with just a small idea of ​​yours, and an inadvertent action may bring unpredictable consequences.

The author has something to say:. .The holidays are almost over,, almost over,, almost over. . .This baby's homework,,, (T▽T) This is a sad thing.