Sherlock Holmes at Hogwarts.

Chapter 77: Of course my brother (500+ additional chapters)

Seeing the man and hearing what Harry said, Sherlock wasn't surprised at all.

"I knew it was him."

Under Harry's surprised gaze, Sherlock walked quickly to the man.

Looking at this familiar yet unfamiliar face, Sherlock asked rudely:

"What are you doing here?"

"Just caring about you as always."

"Thank you. I think I have received your care."

Although he was not at an advantage in height, Sherlock was not at all inferior to this man in terms of momentum.

Even if he still needs to look up at the other person when speaking.

"You're still as aggressive as ever—have you never considered that we're on the same side?"

"That's strange," Sherlock tilted his head, as if thinking for a moment, and then gave a negative answer, "No."

"We have more in common than you can imagine; our little grudges are mere trifles in comparison."

Hearing Sherlock's answer, the man frowned and said earnestly:
"But there are going to be people who are going to be upset about it - and you know very well it's going to worry parents."

Sherlock, who was originally rude, turned sharp when he heard the other party's words:
"Who is it that's worrying them? Me?

I think you need to understand, it's never me they're worried about, Mycroft!"

Harry was stunned when Sherlock said this.

"Wait, stop talking, stop for a moment!"

Harry walked quickly forward and came up to the two of them.

He looked at Sherlock, then at the man Sherlock called Mycroft, and asked cautiously:
"You just mentioned parents...whose parents?"

"Our father and mother."

They both turned their heads at the same time, and the mirror-like raised eyebrows made the shocked Harry involuntarily take a half step back.

Sherlock suddenly chuckled:
"Harry, this is my brother, Mycroft Holmes."

After saying this, he looked up again and said, "Heh...you've gained weight again."

Mycroft still frowned. "On the contrary, I'm gaining muscle."

He didn't think his brother couldn't see that.

Obviously, he said that on purpose.

Harry looked incredulous: "Brother! You said brother? Is he really your brother?"

"My brother, of course!"

Sherlock seemed a little impatient and his tone became rude.

"But he is not..."

"Not what?"

"I don't know how to put it," Harry hesitated and said tentatively, "Who's behind this?"

"what!"

Sherlock couldn't help but laugh, pleased to hear Harry say that. "Well said, my friend, not far off."

Mycroft also laughed, but he was angry.

"Oh my God, I'm just an ordinary college student."

"By ordinary, do you mean you're already working for the British government before you even graduate?"

Sherlock said coldly, turning to Harry and explaining:
"If he hadn't always been sneaking in odd jobs during his spare time, he would probably have been a member of the Queen's Government right after graduation."

Harry was completely stunned by their conversation.

He never imagined that the man claiming to be Sherlock's nemesis would actually be his own brother.

He never expected that his brother sounded so strong!
The two brothers started a verbal battle at the doorstep.

Neither side would give in, and Harry, caught between them, felt weak and helpless.

At this moment, the door hinges creaked suddenly, and Mrs. Holmes pushed the door open and looked at the two of them. "Children, are you quarreling?"

"no!"

"impossible!"

They both said in unison and then frowned at the same time.

After taking three steps back to create some distance, Sherlock quickly withdrew his hand, while Mycroft adjusted the angle of his bow tie as if nothing had happened.

"Tea is in the study."

Mycroft pointed his umbrella at the muddy imprint on Harry's heel. "Remember to tell Coach Moran that his anti-slip wax formula needs to be updated, unless he wants to train all his members to be geologists—after all, not everyone can harvest sandstone samples from wrestling."

The hem of his coat brushed Sherlock's trousers as he turned. "Come on, brother, unless you want me to tell Mother you've dismantled her Victorian samovar again."

Sherlock gritted his teeth and sneered, "Harry, remember never to bet with bureaucrats like this—they even keep records of how many raisins you ate for breakfast."

Mr. and Mrs. Holmes looked very happy when their eldest son came home.

Through Mr. Holmes' introduction, Harry and Ron were surprised to learn that Sherlock was not an only child, but had an older brother.

Mycroft Holmes is seven years older than Sherlock, and both of their grandfathers are generations of country squires.

When Sherlock was four years old, the Holmes family traveled to Montpellier, France, and stayed there for two full years.

It was at that time that Mrs. Holmes learned to cook French cuisine.

"What? So we've been eating French food all this time?"

Ron looked very surprised.

"Mr. Ronald, you know that the best restaurants in England are French restaurants."

Mycroft fiddled with the black umbrella in his right hand and said to Ron with a smile. Ron: "..."

He has always just been concerned with eating, so how could he know these things?

"After leaving France, we went to Rotterdam in the Netherlands and then settled in Cologne, Germany for a while."

Mycroft took over from Mr. Holmes and continued his statement.

“…When Sherlock was seven years old, he entered a boarding school for the nobility, and his family hired a tutor for him.

Boxing, fencing, and violin were all learned during that period. I have to say, my dear brother is indeed gifted in these areas."

Sherlock snorted, while Harry and Ron looked at each other.

Only then did they realize that their good friend had quite a rich experience.

As a British, he had visited France, the Netherlands and Germany when he was only seven years old.

Think about how they were seven years old, one enduring the bullying of his cousin in a dark cupboard, and the other watching his brothers playing Quidditch enviously on the grass.

We are different!
"Just last year, Sherlock fell seriously ill.

Originally we had planned to send him to Yorkshire as a day student to a prep school when he recovered.

Unexpectedly, he received an admission letter from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

You know the rest.”

After a brief silence, Ron couldn't help but ask:
"So...Mr. Mycroft, are you a wizard too?"

Hearing Ron's question, Mycroft smiled at him and said, "What do you think?"

McCaffrey didn't stay at home long.

He left after just one meal, without even staying overnight.

He is said to be very busy.

But Harry and Ron really didn't understand what a 19-year-old college student had to do.
Shouldn't this be the easiest period in life?

"You don't have to bother with him," Sherlock said calmly when asked by Harry and Ron, "He's always been like this."

"Sherlock, you don't seem to have a good relationship with your brother?"

"That guy has his own code of conduct. He always wants me to live a so-called 'normal' life, but this is what I don't like - you know very well that I have always pursued freedom and excitement."

"So is he a wizard or not?"

"of course not."

"So your uncle and aunt told him about you going to Hogwarts and about Ron and me?"

Hearing this question, Sherlock showed a complicated expression on his face: "No, never."

"Then how did he..."

"You may not believe it, but he is indeed better than me in observation and reasoning."

Sherlock said calmly, "I'm halfway through my first year at Hogwarts, which is plenty of time for him to make inferences.

In fact, he didn't contact you until Christmas, which was later than I expected.

It seems that the magical world is not completely useless - at least it has hindered him in some aspects."

"What did you say?"

Harry and Ron were stunned when they heard Sherlock's praise for Mycroft.

They both knew Sherlock's abilities very well, but now he said that Mycroft was better than him?

What about people?

"Harry, do you remember when we met outside the house before?

As soon as we met, he told us we had boxing practice and that you had fallen."

After Sherlock reminded him, Harry remembered this.

The main reason was that he was so surprised when he heard Mycroft's voice just now that he ignored this point.

"Isn't this your mother..."

Harry felt stupid again as soon as he said that.

Mrs. Holmes could certainly tell Mycroft that they were going for morning exercises, but she had no way of knowing about things like boxing practice and wrestling herself.

"of course not!"

Sherlock shook his head, “First of all, we’re dressed in loose-fitting tracksuits and sneakers, clearly not for a leisurely stroll.

Secondly, there were slight red marks on my wrists, which he could definitely tell were from the boxing glove straps.

I bet he even noticed the direction the wristband buckles were oriented—something I just figured out.

And you, my dear Harry, you must not have noticed that the rough fiber edges of your cuffs turned up at the elbows were clinging to a few grains of quartz sand.

The boxing ring in the back alley of St. Bartholomew's Hospital was the only one in London that had this mixed gravel paved on it, which was why he mentioned Coach Moran at the end.

The heel of your left shoe is abnormally worn, with mud marks on the outside. This kind of spiral pattern is only formed when you drag one foot on the ground after losing your balance. Coupled with your stiff steps when walking, it is enough to prove that you suffered a minor sprain when you fell.

Finally, the beads of sweat on the back of your neck that you haven't had time to wipe clean and your breathing frequency that is 0.3 seconds faster than normal are the signs of regular exercise that lasts for more than half an hour.

From these details he was able to deduce more than enough of the whole matter.”

Sherlock's words left Harry and Ron stunned.

"It's funny, but when I received the admission letter last summer, I thought it was a prank by that guy. I didn't expect that he was wrongly accused."

When he said this, Sherlock also laughed, but then he frowned.

He didn't tell his two friends that he had a vague guess based on McCoff's behavior today.

That is, Mycroft knew about the existence of magic, most likely earlier than him.

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