[Comprehensive] The correct posture of fooling the savior

England, London, on a driving police car.

In a dazed state, Harry was pulled into the police car by Sherlock. He looked at the Mr. Detective beside him in confusion, and felt deeply unreasonable: Why was he pulled into the police car?What is this detective up to?

"Hey?" Harry asked tentatively, "Hello?"

The curly-haired Sherlock kept staring at Watson sitting in the front row, without giving Harry a look, but what he said startled Harry: "Who is Moriarty to you?"

"What, what?"

"It seems that we just met a few times," Sherlock condescendingly glanced at Harry, looking a little disappointed, "it's not his collaborator. I thought..."

Harry became alert and began to play dumb: "What Moriarty? What do you think? I don't understand well?"

Sherlock glanced up and down at Harry with indescribable eyes: "Unfortunately, your acting skills are quite clumsy in my opinion. Stop pretending, you must have seen Moriarty, haven't you?"

Watson in the front row looked back in shock, and Harry tried to play dumb: "Huh?"

Sherlock narrowed his eyes slightly, like a precise X-ray scan, and the key words began to locate Harry: "I used to be a student in a closed school, I just fell in love, my lover has a high status and has a strong desire to control, This time I sneaked out to find me, I haven’t been with friends of the same age for a long time, and I have impulsive factors in my personality...” A series of words came out of his mouth, outlining the image of Harry, and Harry secretly clenched his wand .

"...There is a very clingy elder, and I just finished getting along with him; what weapon do you trust in your hand, which doesn't look like a gun? And——the most important thing," Sherlock paused, There seems to be a flash of light in the gray-blue eyes:

"Amazing, it was raining and you weren't wet at all."

Harry couldn't help following Sherlock's gaze, looking at the hem of his own robe, and because of the waterproof charm, there was indeed no water splash on it.

"There have been many cases in London recently, and the methods are miraculous. Moriarty sent me a demonstration letter, making it clear that this matter is related to him. How obvious, Moriarty must have something magical in his hands, whether it is Black technology, or mysterious power—although I firmly believe in science, but," Sherlock's gaze was fixed on Harry's expression, and Harry couldn't help but lean back slightly with his oppressive tone.

"When you have eliminated all which is impossible, then whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth." Sherlock withdrew his gaze and leaned back in a relaxed manner, "It turns out that the wizard It really exists, I thought it was Mycroft ass."

"What?" Harry didn't know that this was his first "what" of the day. Sure enough, the goddess of luck was standing behind him today, and he faced the shocked eyes of Inspector Lestrade and Watson in front of him. , bit the bullet and continued to play dumb, "What wizard?"

"As far as I know, the "International Statute of Secrecy" in the wizarding world did not come into effect until [-]. Although their actions were hidden before, there were a lot of traces left. After [-] years, wizards were completely separated from the society of ordinary people. Turned into concealment, cleared the previous classics and traces in a planned way, and now there are almost no paper materials left, only word of mouth among high-level government officials." Sherlock's speech was as fast as a machine gun, shocking Harry A little dizzy, "The above is the information I got from Mycroft. I have been refusing to believe in the existence of wizards, thinking that this is an April Fool's Day joke he made with me-of course, April Fool's Day has not yet come, but he is very good at cheating. I never get tired of it. Oh, it seems he does tell the truth now and then."

"Wait, what wizard?" Watson in the front row couldn't hold back his curiosity and asked.

"The images in fairy tales are generally female witches, who fly through the air on a broomstick, adjust all kinds of drugs and medicines, and give them to Snow White and the Mermaid...Fairy tales are distortions of ancient reality, implying that There is a certain truth in it," Sherlock's eyes began to glance at Harry again, "It seems that things like riding brooms and making potions are real."

Harry gripped his wand tightly, almost throwing it out of nowhere.His mind was racing: Mycroft, Mycroft...he knew the name...

——In the Death Eater Manor, Moriarty pointed to the open pamphlet, and said in an enchanting voice: "This guy who looks pretty good is Mycroft Holmes, only one step away from the cabinet secretary." Far away, my elder brother of Juanfu, a good companion who loves to monitor Juanfu with me."

Holmes' surname, Curly's nickname, the brotherhood that Moriarty pointed out, Moriarty's monitoring... Harry glanced at Sherlock's curly hair, and it seemed that the "curly" that Moriarty said "It refers to the detective in front of him, and his brother is the high-level Muggle government and the target of the Dark Lord's key monitoring...I really didn't expect the real person to be like this, it really...shocked him.Harry already regretted the trip a bit.

"What is that in your right hand? The fabled wand?" Sherlock leaned over and began to stare at his right hand. "What do you want to do? Erase my memory like those witnesses? I have to say , that's no use, Mycroft knows more than I do, I can know the first time from him, and I can know the second time."

Harry, who was caught by the talk, forced a smile: "How could it be..."

Sherlock's eyes clearly said: Why not!You just want to do it!

Satisfaction overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and Sherlock's tone began to rise: "I am the truth." He said this second sentence very solemnly, and Harry didn't know what expression to put on in response, so he could only say haha .

"So, what magical spells do wizards have?" Sherlock gave Harry a smile that he thought was kind, but it made Harry get goosebumps. There is a charm for traces, there is a charm for erasing people's memories, and there may be a spell for killing people. What else?"

Harry gave him a blank stare back with a "snap" and began to seize the topic. This is a trick he learned from the Dark Lord. For topics that are not suitable for answering or do not want to answer, it is better to jump off the topic by asking rhetorical questions or asking questions. The way, and the question, often brings the questioner a more active position: "Does knowing this help you take me to the police station? So, why did you take me to the police station?"

They stared at each other for a while, and Sherlock withdrew his gaze resentfully, and began to answer: "I'm tracing the traces of magic. This year, magic appeared on a large scale in London. The earliest traces came from a few dead people. The traces are basically unsolved cases, especially there are a few wanted criminals, no matter how you look at it, they will not commit suicide or die suddenly from a heart attack... Wait, what do you know?"

Harry suppressed his guilty conscience and pretended to be inexplicable: "What?" (By the way, this is the first time he has played stupid today? Goddess of bad luck, I beg you to leave quickly!)

Regarding the death of some wanted criminals who committed all kinds of crimes, it really has something to do with him. When the Dark Lord forcibly lured him to use the Avada Kedavra Curse at first, he used those wanted criminals to lure him. After Harry refused to do it, Avada Kedavra, also used by the Dark Lord, killed them right in front of Harry.

Sherlock turned suspicious eyes around Harry's face, and then retracted: "I thought you had a cooperative relationship with Moriarty, after all, you are a wizard, and you will take the initiative to come to me again. Probably had contact with Moriarty, otherwise I can't imagine anyone in a small, almost isolated circle knowing of my existence."

All in all, if it weren't for Moriarty, Harry would never have known such a consulting detective existed.Although he regretted his trip very much now. (Once again begging the goddess of bad luck to leave quickly!)

"Since you've only met Moriarty a few times..." Sherlock squinted at him thoughtfully, "Come on, why did you come to see me?"

"Nothing." Harry had completely given up on his original plan.In his expectation, his scar must contain a very secret and very important story, otherwise it would not have attracted the attention of the two top figures in the English magic world.Being secretive and important means that if it is told to irrelevant people, it is easy to become a handle.

Therefore, he can't find anyone in the magic world to explore, whether it is Barty Crouch Jr. or Lucius Malfoy, no matter how knowledgeable they are and how suitable they are to explore this secret, once they really know the facts , This is likely to become their hole card, threatening Harry.Seeking help from Death Eaters, especially ambitious Death Eaters, was blocked by Harry from the very beginning.

At this time, Harry misses Hermione very much. She has a high IQ, values ​​friendship, keeps her mouth shut, and comes from a Muggle family, so she doesn’t have much entanglement with the forces of the wizarding world. If Hermione is by his side, Harry will definitely feel at ease with her. Quest.However, when his teammates were replaced by Death Eaters, Harry would wonder which side the balance of ambition and friendship would lean towards, no matter how good the relationship seemed.After all, a Slytherin from a pure-blood family will have far more entanglements than a Gryffindor from a Muggle family.

Now that the way to the wizarding world is blocked, and Harry can't find the truth himself, and the few people who know the truth are better at keeping secrets, then the only way is to borrow power from the Muggle world.Moriarty was Harry's first choice at the time. After all, he has a strong ability to explore mysteries, he can almost be said to monitor the world, and his IQ is very high; more importantly, he is a person who puts "fun" above "profit". As long as he thinks it's interesting to keep a thing secret, he'll keep it secret, regardless of the interest in making it public.Harry had a slight certainty that Moriarty thought it would be fun to keep the scar a secret, thereby preventing it from being revealed.

However, Harry also noticed Moriarty's changes. Who knows if he would suddenly find it interesting to reveal the secret of his scars?Moreover, it is quite dangerous to send the handle to a crazy guy who doesn't distinguish between good and evil...

It was at this time that the option of a private eye entered Harry's eyes.Private detectives mean secrecy. Generally speaking, professional ethics does not allow them to disclose the secrets of their employers.Harry is absolutely sure that the secret will not be leaked during the private detective investigation. At worst, he will use a secrecy spell, and then after the final mission is over, read the memory to see if there is a backup of the secret, and then perform a forget-it-all to erase the memory— -Perfect!

What a perfect plan!

But what is it like now!

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Harry: The plan doesn't work. Sad.