Superman is my primary school classmate

The encounter between the two groups of people can be said to have gone through all kinds of hardships. Ron was somewhat shocked by Hermione's attitude. The contemptuous attitude from mature intellectual women is really shameful. Ron can't help but start to miss the time when he was in school. , Hermione always crushes everyone with her grades, and while complaining, she also gently tutors him after class. Of course, I don't know how many layers of filters this gentleness has.

Ron was holding the wand that Joey gave him. The wand was broken in two. The core in the middle was unicorn hair.

Joey's attitude towards Ron now is a 360-degree turn, his face has changed, and he talks to Ron very affectionately, like an old friend who hasn't seen each other for several years. This guy may have something to do with the big boss. With such a little relationship, Joey wanted to slap himself twice when he thought of his actions just now.

He stabbed Ron's arm, and flattered, "Brother, tell me, this wooden stick, what kind of miraculous effect does it have, I really can't see it."

Ron looked at the culprit, rolled his eyes, and obviously took two steps aside, not wanting to talk to this guy.

"Hey, don't go." Joey hooked Ron's arm directly and leaned closer. "Maybe I can find someone to fix it for you. We have a very powerful bull in our team."

Ron saw that the core of the wand and the wand slipped under Joey's vigorous shaking, and his eyes almost popped out, "Stop!"

Joey also held his breath, holding Ron's arm carefully, not daring to let out a breath, "It's, are you okay...?"

A mouthful of old blood was choked in Ron's throat, and seeing that his only hope was almost gone, a few words floated above the head of his wand—rescue invalid.

Joey scratched his head, wondering why Ron looked even more unhappy.

After Sean and Harry met, he said everything about meeting Hermione. Harry pursed his lips. Hermione had no memory of the past at all. She was very wary of their sudden appearance and had a skeptical attitude.

There may be a one-in-a-thousand chance in the world to meet two people who are exactly the same, but the same wizard situation is too rare, and Harry doesn't want to guess whether it is someone using compound soup to disguise , Mycroft quickly dispelled his doubts.

"Anthea is most likely your friend who disappeared back then." Mycroft said slowly, "I found out that she disappeared around the same time as the 'Hermione' you mentioned, and her age is similar. Every year, the number of missing teenagers in the UK reaches 14, the probability is very high."

Harry twitched the corners of his mouth a little. He didn't know that the country he was in was so terrifying.

Harry coughed twice and cleared his throat, "Then, we will take Hermione back for treatment, and there are family members waiting for her to go back."

Mycroft touched his ankle, "Let me ask, do you know where you are going to take my secretary? Oh, I am definitely not questioning you, but as a boss, you should consider the safety of your subordinates." Question, although I have met Mr. Potter once, I still don't know anything about your identity."

Harry choked.

Mycroft asked again: "Is it King's College Hospital in London? Or Wellington Hospital in London? Or St. Mary's Hospital? In fact, if necessary, I can provide free treatment opportunities. I know people in almost all hospitals in London." .”

Harry: "..."

He couldn't say clearly that the damage to Hermione's memory was probably caused by the magic damage suffered during the escape. They could use a simple test spell to investigate whether there was any magic power remaining, but the specific situation had to be determined by St. Mungo's doctor.

Harry declined McCoff's kindness, "We will invite experts to consult..."

"Dr. Flake? Dr. Dilikhan? Or Dr. Shelley Trinman? They are all experts in the brain, and I still have their contact information."

"Forehead……"

Mycroft spoke slowly, but the sharp questions he asked caused cold sweat to break out on Harry's back. He vaguely saw Ron and Hermione walking towards this place, "Let me discuss it with Hermione first." .”

As he spoke, he ignored McCoff's question and walked away.

"Are they your friends?"

Sean stood aside with his pockets in his pockets, counting the lines on the floor tiles with his head down, and was inexplicably asked by McCoff, "Yeah, what's the matter?"

Mycroft smiled, "Curiosity, ask."

The snowy night was extremely cold, flakes of snowflakes fell on their heads, and before they could turn into water droplets, they accumulated and made people shiver with cold.

"Then—you have known each other for a long time, you must be very familiar with each other."

Sean carefully considered the words, "It's okay, it's not short."

"That means it's not long."

"How did you guys meet?" Mycroft quickly skipped over Sean's personal information before, and recorded his resume in his mind, "Internet?"

Sean didn't understand the meaning of Mycroft's question.

"It's really convenient for children to make friends nowadays, and the Internet can bring people closer." Seeing his stiff appearance, Mycroft said with a smile, "Relax, I'm not some policeman questioning a prisoner, I'm just standing From the perspective of a parent, you can also see that I have another disobedient younger brother, who doesn’t like to talk to people, and has almost no friends, only kind-hearted roommates are always by my side.”

As for the disobedient, troublesome, unwilling, withdrawn, weird, and poor brother that Mycroft said, he was sitting in the car at this time.

Sherlock was ordered by Mycroft to stay obediently in the car. According to his temperament, how could it be possible, and within 5 minutes he wanted to sneak away while they were not paying attention.

Watson hurriedly pulled Sherlock to persuade him in a low voice: "You should stay here. Your mother also wants to see you very much. It's better to go back and see your family for Christmas."

Sherlock snorted, "She wants to see me."

In words, the relationship with the family members seems to be very rigid. Watson doesn't know much about the affairs of Sherlock's family, but thinking about it, there are two sons with high IQ in the family, and the parents will be even more difficult.

Watson was able to imagine the picture, a family of Sherlock Holmes, sitting around the table, and it would be a problem to talk to them normally, and they were directly promoted to the Shura field after eating.

He also sympathized with Sherlock's experience. Watson felt that his family was ordinary enough and failed to deal with family problems.

Sherlock pressed his index finger to his lips, "Hush."

Putting your hand on the doorknob, you only heard a crisp "click".

"Yosef—!"

The driver who was called was very embarrassed, hehe smiled roughly, "Young master, don't blame me, if I don't send you back today, how can I do my job. I'm still waiting to go back and hug my little grandson, My daughter and the others live far away, so it is very inconvenient to come to London."

Sherlock sat back down with a sullen face.

Watson smiled dryly, and patted Sherlock on the shoulder, which could be regarded as comforting him.

Sherlock leaned against the window, propped his chin, and commented on the interior decoration of the car boringly. The expensive equipment is just one of them, which is enough for ordinary people to work for a lifetime, let alone the champagne collection of Mycroft in the car, "Oh, exploiting the people capitalism."

Watson: "..."

To put it bluntly, Mycroft, a capitalist brother, raised Sherlock, and the salary of his personal consultant could only be on par with his expenses. He relied on Watson for food, and he couldn't pay the electricity bill until the end of the month. When it comes to the water bill, I asked him that he didn’t know where the money was spent, and he had to pay it secretly for him. It’s unimaginable that this is a person who can recite the last 500 digits of pi, but he just doesn’t bother to calculate the bill. .

Sherlock turned his head and looked out the window, waiting left and right for no one to come back, then simply pressed down on the car window and flipped out quickly.

Watson was taken aback, "What are you doing!"

Sherlock rolled to his feet, brushed off the dust sticking to the hem of his clothes, looked up, there were no less than 10 people standing in front of him, Mycroft was talking with Sean, and there were two strange men beside Hermione.

He rolled his eyes in the bottom of his heart speechlessly, and they all caught up.

"Hurry up, tell me if you have something to say." Sherlock tightened his scarf and walked into McCoff's side with his neck curled up. "It's nothing to do with me. I'll go back."

Mycroft looked at him displeasedly, "Where are you going? You are not allowed to go anywhere, just get back in the car and stay there."

Sherlock glanced back at his roommate, who was lying on the window helplessly, looking at him helplessly, like a lonely puppy waiting for the return of its master.Of course, this is entirely Sherlock's own imagination. The real situation is that Hua Sheng is afraid that Sherlock will say something wrong again, so he is worrying about the heart of an old lady.

"I don't have time to listen to your nonsense." Sherlock lowered his face, "Just tell your mother that I have a job—"

"What kind of job is that?" Mycroft held his forehead weakly, "Mother and father have told you so many times, why don't you always listen. Forget it, I will reschedule for you after the next year, if It's okay if you don't come home with me today, tell your mother yourself."

Sherlock: "No."

The appearance of coyly refusing is like a child, but for Mycroft, Sherlock has always been a willful kid who will not grow up. The rebellious period of other people may just pass through adolescence. Sherlock started in middle school. It lasted for more than ten years.

The family's arrangements and suggestions were all ignored, and Mycroft became the mouthpiece between Sherlock and his parents, which can be said to be unflattering on both sides.

"It's not negotiable." Mycroft replied firmly, "Joy! Take Sherlock into the car!"

"Ah—yes!"

Joey was called by his name abruptly, and he winked at his colleagues around him. A group of people ran towards Sherlock and surrounded him, "I'm sorry..."

Only then did Harry notice the curly-haired man standing beside Mycroft, and he was stunned as expected.

Ron groaned and jumped aside, "Why is this annoying guy again, hasn't he returned to the United States? He really lingers!"