[Comprehensive British and American] The bear child of the detective's family

July 1998, 11, London, England.

Greg Lestrade, 28, has been married for two years and has been a police officer for three years. He is currently working in Scotland Yard's anti-pornography unit.Becoming a policeman has always been Lestrade's dream, and he has indeed worked so hard to do it, step by step into the police academy and then to Scotland Yard, and from a rookie to a smooth policeman.

To be honest, three years really made him smoother, at least recently he didn't do anything to contradict his boss.

He was a little late coming home today, god damn it, it was supposed to be a happy night for him and his beautiful wife, working hard for their baby.

It stands to reason that a man in this struggling period would not like to have a child right away, but as an orphan, Lestrade grew up with his adoptive parents who now live in France. He loves children very much, and he can't wait to Come on a football team.

If he can afford it.

"Damn it, where's the street lamp!"

In order to hurry up, Lestrade crossed a relatively remote road, but the road with street lights was dark today. He frowned and thought, "Is there a power outage?"

At this moment, he heard the sound of crying, which seemed to come from the door of a family, he gritted his teeth and ran forward vigorously.The weather in the UK is erratic, and for some reason it suddenly seemed to be snowing, and the cries became louder.

Lestrade ran two steps and let out a long sigh, stopped and turned around and ran along with the crying.

He found the place where the crying sound came from. A baby wrapped in a thick quilt was crying in the baby basket. He picked up the baby and shook it gently.

Lestrade knocked on the door of the house while coaxing the baby, thinking who the hell put such a cute baby outside.

It's even damn cold today.

Lestrade took off his clothes and wrapped them tightly around the baby.

"Is anyone there? Is there anyone, please?"

No matter how hard he knocked on the door, there was no sound from inside for a long time. He cursed something that started with F, took out a flashlight from his pocket and illuminated the house number. Dursley, the family's surname.

"Hi, Mr. Dursley, are you there?"

He knocked harder, don't ask him why he didn't use the doorbell because it turned out to be broken.

His voice finally woke up the people next to him, and he saw an elderly gentleman coming out of the next house, and he shone a flashlight on Lestrade, "Who are you?"

"Hello, sir. Are Mr. Dursley and the others here?"

Lestrade asked politely with narrowed eyes.

"Dursley? They just went out, half an hour ago."

Lestrade let out an exclamation, go out? !At this time, at 08:30? !

Then the old gentleman briefly explained, yes, half an hour ago, their son Dudley Dursley seemed to have eaten something, so the couple, who loved their precious son very much, drove him to the hospital up.

"Sir, do you have anything to do with them?"

Lestrade looked at the little baby in his arms biting his finger and shook his head silently, "It's okay, it's okay, thank you sir."

He should understand, when a parent is worried about their child's heart, yes, if he has such a little baby, he will go out at 08:30 or even later.

When the two of them were left here, Lestrade looked at the little cutie in his arms and smiled. The baby was trying to reach out to touch Lestrade at this time, revealing its tiny teeth and pink tongue , looks very charming.

"My God, you are such a little angel. How could anyone have the heart to put you here, it's too much!"

Lestrade, who was very fond of children, really couldn't stop such a sweet smile. He slapped a kiss on the baby's head, which caused the baby to giggle.

A piece of paper fell out of the baby's package. Lestrade stooped to pick it up. It had a name written on it.

Harry Potter.

"Harry Potter." He said the name once, then looked at the baby in his arms and said with a smile, "Is this your name?"

The baby didn't understand anything yet, and he clapped his hands and was still smiling.

God, Lestrade was almost smitten with him, so charming the little angel.

"We can find your parents and let me see who abandoned you here. I will teach them a lesson, okay, Harry?"

Little Harry yawned and babbled, looking like he was going to sleep.

"Then are you willing to go home with me? If you don't object to me, you will accept it."

So Lestrade happily returned to his happy home with the little baby named Harry Potter in his arms.

Although Lestrade didn't have an intimate evening with his wife that day, he had a little angel named Harry Potter.

Perhaps it was destined that Greg Lestrade had a relationship with Harry Potter. After checking the identity of his acquaintances, he was sure that Harry's parents had passed away, and the door where he met Harry was Harry Potter. The place where Harry's only relative lives, Mrs. Dursley is Harry's aunt, a close relative, but it is extremely regrettable that there was a huge car accident at the intersection not far from there last night, and she was hit All three members of the family were killed in the vehicle, and their name was Dursley, and now Harry's last relative is no longer alive.

Harry Potter became an orphan.

There are only two ways facing Harry Potter now, one is to be sent to an orphanage, and the other is to find a family that wants to adopt a child.

To be honest, Lestrade does not agree with the first option. He also stayed in the orphanage for a period of time in his early years, knowing that it is really not suitable for children. Who knows if Harry will have one in the future? A family would choose him.

So Harry now has only one option, to find a family and be adopted.

There is still French romance in Lestrade's blood. He believes in fate, as if he and his wife fell in love at first sight, and that is their fate.

And with Harry, that night was destined to bring them together, and perhaps their little family could now be filled with a child.

Before his wife came back, Lestrade hugged Harry who had woken up. He nodded at Harry's nose and said with a smile, "So, Harry, would you like to be my son?"

The answer to Lestrade was Harry's unique laugh.

"My dear little angel, did you agree?"

Lestrade smiled like an idiot.

I don't know how he would feel if he knew that picking up Harry Potter was just the beginning.

Seven years later—

London, England.

After seven years, Lestrade is no longer the little policeman in the anti-pornography team. He has gradually become the inspector of Scotland Yard through his own efforts. He has his own separate office, and there are many helpers under him. Stable, harmonious family, but single.

On an ordinary weekend morning, Lestrade was reimbursed for his vacation because he still had work at hand. Lestrade, who was late in bed, got up from the bed and put on his flat suit indiscriminately. Thank God at least he was not late , he still has 15 minutes to get ready to go out.

The brats in his family have also woken up, making a lot of noise.

Lestrade appeared in the living room with frizzy hair, and he took a deep breath looking at the noisy children.

"My God, what are you doing!"

England, London, Inspector Lestrade's living room, his little princess is now floating in mid-air, turning blue again.

"Good morning, Dad~"