A True Story of a Wizard's Life

When Mycroft found Sherlock, Gabriel was not in the house, and he didn't know where he went to play alone.

"You actually let Garl wander around London alone. Are you finally planning to find a new leader for the Baker Street squad?"

Sherlock ignored Mycroft's words, stared at his stomach for five seconds, and suggested sincerely: "Mycroft, you are no longer young, and your ability to digest sweets is not as good as before. One day your epitaph says you died fat because of your sugar addiction, then maybe I'll laugh when I say the eulogy."

"Really? Are you sure you can read the eulogy for me, in a ghost state?" It's rare to meet each other, but to greet each other with life and death, this is really a loving brother's way of getting along.

McCoff is obviously used to it, and he also really feels that as a civil servant who keeps his own way, who will be the first to compare with this almost 40-year-old brother who is still determined to run on a road full of dangers? It is obvious that death meets God.

Sherlock lit the pipe. When Gabriel was at home, he had learned to restrain the urge to smoke. Today, the person sitting in the same room became Mycroft, so he didn't have to worry about the smoke making the other party uncomfortable.

"Did you come here on purpose to deliver food today? You finally bought cakes and went bankrupt, so you can't afford to hire a helper. You need to deliver the food yourself, so you can leave after delivering the food."

How could Mycroft come to deliver food, but he found Sherlock with two big bags, which contained not fresh vegetables, but stacks of parchment paper. "Recently, some municipal projects have started in London. Charing Cross Road is within the planning scope of urban construction, but there is a small problem there. The planning of a certain area cannot be finalized. There is a force to make a certain section set aside. There is a gap, but leaving a gap is completely inconsistent with the logic of the plan. I don't like things that are illogical, but I signed my name on that plan. The final plan was finalized yesterday afternoon, and the Queen has already I've seen it before."

When Sherlock heard Mycroft say this in a straightforward tone, two people popped up in his mind, one was the little boy who had been stolen by him, and the other, of course, recognized the weird glowing plant. Grassy Gabriel.But he pretended to have nothing unusual, "So what you want to express is that you should be retiring, and your memory and judgment can no longer allow you to work normally. I have reminded you a long time ago that eating too much Sweets affect your health."

Mycroft showed a smirk, he just looked at Sherlock, as if he had seen through some of Sherlock's hidden thoughts. "I really believe in my own logic. I wouldn't have signed that document even if I had chocolate all over my face, but it is indeed my handwriting, so there must be some problems in it. It's not just my head that has a problem. , All the people left such a gap. I went to Charing Cross Road to observe it. The gap is about the size of a store.

So I have to wonder if there is a force that wants to open a shady store through official recognition.Sherlock, since you are idle as well, you should investigate the matter of Charing Cross Road. "

Sherlock smoked his pipe and had no intention of agreeing to Mycroft at all. He didn't even say a word of refusal, and ignored McCoff's words, but McCoff obviously came prepared, "My dear brother, don't underestimate me. This matter, this is a matter of our family harmony. I have been to the street where you caught Jack the Ripper. The house at the end of the dead end looks very similar to Charing Cross Road, even if you ask People on that street, they were not impressed with the tenant of the last house. If the tenant there was an ordinary man, it would be fine, just a boy living alone, and the neighbors around him were not impressed. , don't you find this strange?"

Sherlock continued to smoke his pipe, ignoring Mycroft's words, he was not curious about a strange boy.

However, Mycroft didn't intend to let Sherlock go, "You just got what result I got after I investigated that boy? My daughter and my new niece also got the same result. It's really strange, there are a little more Cha Wu in London, they have no past at all, as if they came from another world.

Sherlock, many years ago I worried that feelings would hinder your detective career. You know how dangerous it is to have sand mixed in a delicate machine.It's just that we are no longer young now, and those thoughts back then may not seem too one-sided now, and the things I worry about have also changed. If another world really exists, can you, Sherlock, protect your daughter? "

Sherlock finally stopped smoking, and he couldn't see Mycroft's expression clearly in the smoke. Does his brother really have such emotions of worry?However, it was discovered that some gray hairs had appeared on McCoff's sideburns. It is true that they are not young anymore. McCoff is 45 years old.The attitude towards the unknown world has changed from when I was in my twenties.

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As the former ace spy of the wizarding world, Snape did not expect that he would lose his vest in front of the Holmes brothers, and the one who was implicated by him was Gabriel.Because the existence of a heterogeneity can be explained by coincidence, and in the eyes of smart people, there is definitely a certain relationship between the two heterogeneities.

But Snape didn't know this yet. Today he sold the potion made of moonshine grass and got a sum of Galleons. I'm in a good mood.So when I met Gabriel in Diagon Alley, I also greeted Gabriel and chatted casually by the way.

Gabriel was a little guilty, because she heard Snape mention that Jack the Ripper fell in the yard where he lived more than a month ago. The police pulled out three plants by the way.

Do you want to tell Snape that the real culprit of stealing weeds is her adoptive father?