Superman is my primary school classmate

Watson's eyelids began to twitch strangely.

On Christmas night, Watson was supposed to visit his girlfriend Sarah's house. He also ironed the suit in advance, prepared snacks and flower baskets, but none of them came in handy.

Sarah worked overtime temporarily because of something in the clinic. As a colleague, Watson certainly expressed her understanding. Sarah knew that the relationship between Watson and his family was not good, and she was worried that Watson would be too lonely to spend the holiday alone.

"I'm such an old man." Watson couldn't laugh or cry, and let his girlfriend go at ease, "Okay, there is Sherlock here."

Thinking of this, Watson regretted everything, why he had to talk to Sarah in front of Sherlock.

Watson thought that Sherlock had already fallen asleep lying on the sofa with his dead body, but he didn't expect his ears to be very sharp. When he heard that Watson couldn't go to the appointment, he jumped down.

The blanket slipped off, and she was dressed neatly inside, as if she was about to go out.

"want to go out?"

Sherlock put on his scarf and turned up the collar of his windbreaker, "Go to dinner."

Watson vaguely recalled that as early as two months ago, Mycroft had been bombarded with text messages and emails, insinuating whether Sherlock was willing to go home. His mother missed him very much and played the family card.

Under Watson's persuasion, Sherlock reluctantly went to the Christmas invitation, and Watson didn't understand that Sherlock seemed to die when he returned home.

He was relieved to send Sherlock out with his old father's eyes.

Sherlock stopped gesticulating the door, turned around and said in confusion: "Let's go."

go?

Watson still thought that he was not familiar with the Sherlock family, so it would be wrong to go hastily. He shook his hand and said, "Are you bringing your roommate with you when you go home? Forget it, I won't go with you."

Sherlock was puzzled: "What do you say, I won't go home."

"Not going home?" Watson looked at him in astonishment.

Sherlock winked at him slyly, "It's Christmas, please go to dinner."

So Watson, who thought he might be alone at home, turned into spending the festive season with Sherlock.

As for McCoff's life-threatening phone call, Sherlock said to let him go. The important thing now is to soothe the wounded soul of the lonely roommate. Companionship is the most effective medicine.

Watson complained silently in his heart. Is it so difficult for this guy to say that he doesn't want to go home?He had already anticipated the sad reminder that his mobile phone would be bombarded with messages in the next few days.

Eating alone is eating, and the two have a companion. Sherlock's being so picky can make him treat him, and Watson accepts it calmly.

This incident happened when An Jing was eating quietly. The bluffing waiter was standing not far from their table. Watson made it clear that he saw the corner of Sherlock's mouth curled down, exuding strong cynicism from scientism .

In the end, Watson paid first and pulled Sherlock out. Watson touched his wallet with some resentment, but Sherlock had no intention of sharing the next month's credit card bill for himself, and strode ahead.

On the cold street, Watson and Sherlock walked side by side, weaving through the crowd.

Clark and Sean followed silently like stealthy shadows.

Falling four or five meters behind Sherlock, Sean could clearly see Sherlock's appearance, which made him marvel at the wonders of the world.

Sean said: "It's so similar!"

When Clark heard Sherlock's voice, he thought it was just a coincidence, and there were many people with similar voices.

But not only the voice, even the appearance is almost the same.

But during the discussion between Sherlock and Watson, they learned that the person in front of them was not the mage Stephen they had just contacted.

"Drip-"

"Drip-drip-"

"Drip drip-"

The phone kept dialing into Sherlock's cell phone, and he pressed it again and again. Watson knew it must be his controlling brother Mycroft, "Why don't you answer?"

"No."

"Ding-dong-"

Mycroft dropped the call, and a message was sent to Sherlock's phone instead.

Sherlock glanced subconsciously, his face suddenly stiffened, and he turned his head abruptly.

"Sherlock?"

Watson was taken aback for a moment, before he could figure out the situation, Sherlock showed him the phone screen:

"From Nasty Guy:

You came out for dinner, and you brought two new friends, do you want to meet me? "

"This--"

Watson gasped. Someone was following them.

Sherlock used his excellent dynamic vision to search for discordant factors in the crowd, and Sean and Clark, who were labeled as villains, were right under Sherlock's nose, and they didn't notice it.

Sean felt that it was not good to follow people like this, and it was weird, "Let's go quickly, it would be bad if we were discovered."

Clark was just curious about the connection between Sherlock and Stephen, so he followed him all the way out of the hotel.

It was later discovered that Sherlock looked like an ordinary British citizen except for his eccentric temper from beginning to end.

Just when the two were about to go back home, they passed by a group of people, and one of them, a long-haired woman wrapped in black from head to toe, stopped Sean.

The woman smiled formulaically: "The boss has something to ask you for."

Now it was Sean who was stunned. Not to mention that the woman had ignored the effect of the spell, it was her appearance that shocked Sean.

Sean pointed his index finger at the tip of the woman's nose tremblingly, and the words in his mouth burst out one after another, "Hm, Hermione Granger?"

The woman standing in front of Sean has fluffy curly hair, well-dressed, and exquisite makeup.

Sean only met Hermione briefly a few times, but he was deeply impressed by this smart and clever girl. The young Hermione exuded a kind of confidence from the inside out, which made Sean admire her.

He believed that if Hermione successfully spent ten years in the magic world at that time, she would definitely become one of the best elites in the magic world and make contributions to the magic world.

And the woman in front of her was no different from Hermione, no matter in terms of manner or appearance.

Could it be a coincidence again?

He looked to Clark for some approval, but the current Clark was not the same as the one he had shared in Hogsmeade before.

Clark has never revealed that he has "recovered" his memory. To him, this name is just a strange name, and the woman in front of him also makes him unable to imagine any connection with him.

Therefore, Clark just held Sean's hand calmly to tell him not to panic.

Hermione's eyes were slightly confused by Sean, and it was fleeting. She didn't refute or agree with the name, waved to the tall and strong bodyguard standing silently behind her, and said lightly: "Take them away. "

"Forehead--"

The bodyguard behind him wondered, who is there?

From just now, they saw their boss talking to themselves reflected in the glass curtain walls of the shops on the street, and wondered if they had to go to work on Christmas, which made the boss a little schizophrenic.

Hermione frowned, as if scolding them.

Now the bodyguard panicked, and if the boss was unhappy, their work might be messed up.

Bite the bullet and go up, rubbing hands left and right, a group of big men wearing logo black sunglasses pretending to be blind on the road where people come and go, dressed uniformly, thinking it was some special Christmas program, passers-by stopped one after another.

But in Hermione's eyes, they seemed to be a sign of passive sabotage. Sean and Clark were standing beside her, and the bodyguards went around and didn't see these two living people.

Hermione stepped forward, grabbing Sean's hand so he couldn't hide.

The Ignoring Curse suddenly lost its effectiveness in front of Hermione, the enchantment formed by the magic power was shattered by Hermione's blow, and the shattered wind formed in the air when the enchantment shattered, set off the broken hair on Hermione's forehead.

She shrunk her chin and didn't think much about it.

Without the ignore spell, the bodyguards immediately found the target and surrounded the two of them layer by layer.

"Wait."

Hermione took Sean and the two to leave, and Sherlock jumped out and stood between them.

Watson couldn't stop him at all, and he couldn't even catch the corner of Sherlock's clothes. He scratched his cheek, facing his old lover, the meeting was extremely awkward, "Hey, Anthea, what a coincidence... "

It sounds like an old lover, but in fact it's just that Watson has a little affection for Anthea.

When they first lived together with Sherlock, Mycroft said that he was worried that his younger brother's habits in life would disturb Watson's life, so he asked Anthea to have a brief handover with Watson.

At that time, Watson was completely forced to listen to the rules and regulations listed by McCoff, who was afraid of disturbing himself. They also thoughtfully arranged pre-employment training!

It was during this short "training" period that after Watson came into contact with Anthea, he fell in love with him, but it was a pity that the cruel reality taught him to be a human being.

Watson thought they could achieve a positive result, but he didn't expect that Anthea just took their contact as a business, and he took her favor for granted.

"Long time no see, Henry."

Watson felt a sudden pain in his head, that's it, he didn't even remember his own name.

"...My name is Watson." He said weakly.

"Where is he?" Sherlock was aggressive, "Is he sitting in the dark and depressing office again, staring at the monitor screen and looking at me?"

The disgust in her tone couldn't be concealed, and Hermione defended Mycroft:

"Sir, the boss is also thinking about your safety—"

"I don't want to hear you say that." Sherlock grinned like a great white shark, "Where is he now?"

"Sir has been waiting for you at home, he asked me to pick you up and go to the Christmas dinner together..."

Sherlock had to use up even the last of his patience, "Where is he now?"

Well, Hermione rolled her eyes in her heart. She felt that it was not a wise choice to get involved in the quarrel between the two brothers, so she said respectfully, "I'm waiting for you outside Chinatown, sir."

The author has something to say: Ron: Hermione!you've changed--!