Home, the word sounded so warm to Harry and Suel, it was probably a feeling of belonging, and Hogwarts was just a place to study for a while.

Lestrade and McCroft dragged the two children's suitcases behind the bear children, watching their children talk and laugh, Lestrade didn't know why his heart was so warm. It was snowing in London on the day they returned, and Thor held Loki's hand tightly, as if he wanted to warm Loki with his own body heat.

Glancing at Mycroft's bare/bare hands, Lestrade took off one of his gloves and tossed it to him, motioning for Mycroft to put it on the hand that was pulling the box. Mycroft smiled at the glove, which still had Reestrade's body temperature inside, it was so warm.

Probably that's the good thing about being in a relationship, at least one person who will always be able to think of you and leave a light for you when you're not coming home.

In fact, both McCroft and Lestrade are the kind of busy people, and Lestrade's busy time is determined according to the case, if the case is very difficult, he may not be able to go home early for a long time. As for Mycroft, he is similar, when he is free, McCroft commutes to and from work on time like a little civil servant in his mouth, but after all, in his position, his leisure time is really a minority. Business trips or overtime are commonplace for McCroft, but lately he's been paying more attention to developing his subordinates so that they can help out a little more.

Sometimes, if Mycroft said he would come back late today, Lestrade would leave him a supper, and after the bears and children had fallen asleep, he would sit on the couch with a wall lamp on, read a book or watch TV, and wait for Mycroft to come back.

When the man came back, he urged him to eat something and take a bath and sleep.

When Sherlock was at home, he would laugh at the reason why Mycroft got fat because he was fed by Lestrade like this, and by the way, Lestrade would become more and more like McCroft's "wife", a dutiful "wife".

Such ridicule seemed infuriating and amusing to Lestrade, who would pat Sherlock on the forehead and say, "That's because you don't have mercy yet, little virgin, and you'll know it when you have someone you like." ”

Lestrade is anti-mocking, Sherlock gritted his teeth when he heard the word "small/male", people in love are really annoying, all kinds of pink bubbles are exuding on his body, and Sherlock thinks that Lestrade's IQ has plummeted because of love, and of course his brother's IQ is not much better.

Therefore, there is nothing wrong with saying that people who are in love will become stupid.

Lestrade and McCroft dragged a suitcase to the outside of the station, Ancia was already waiting outside, she was wearing a black plush shawl and holding her phone in her hand, and after watching the little Lestrades come out, she raised her head and put down her phone and smiled.

"Hi Harry, Thor."

Ancia was already familiar with the Lestrades, so calling Harry by their names was more intimate, calling them by their Christian names.

Harry looked at Anthea and sighed in his heart, obviously Anxia and McCroft had been in contact with his own Dad for the same long time, why did his own Dad like Mycroft instead of Anthea?!

But Harry just thought about it, he had completely accepted Mycroft, in fact, McCroft didn't seem to be bad now, he gave them Dad love, and respect. Harry had also thought about what would happen if McCroft treated his Dad as a woman, after all, McCroft had the impression that Harry was a very macho person.

But it turns out that Mycroft has always had a lot of respect for their Dad.

Love is respectful, and although Harry has never been in a relationship, it is important to him.

"Miss Anthea, long time no see."

Ancia looked at the eldest son of the Reestrade family with a smile unchanged, but she was thinking in her heart that McCroft's good days were coming to an end, you must know that Harry Potter is not as easy to talk as other Reistrids, and if Mycroft wants to propose, as long as he can get Harry's consent.

Yes, of course, Anthea knew that Mycroft was proposing, because Ancia still collected the engagement ring and put it on McCroft's desk, she was surprised that her boss would choose to propose after a year of dating, and she thought that Mycroft would wait.

As the first secretary under Mycroft, Anthea has actually grown a lot, and she can now be completely independent, but even if Anthea has grown so much, Mycroft has not considered Anthea when choosing his next term, but there is a problem that Anthea sometimes needs a certain command, she can't think about everything, and ...... Ancia is a person who can be easily accused. The future British government cannot be prosecuted, in that case it is the interests of the whole kingdom that are at stake.

Mycroft had been observing Harold Lestrade, this boy was indeed very powerful, his ideas and his abilities were many times beyond his age, and with the help of his brothers, Harold's growth was actually immeasurable.

After getting into the little black car, Lestrade and Harry sat together, although in the letter for half a year Harry told them about their daily life, but there were many things that Lestrade would like Harry to sit next to him and talk to him.

Harry leaned against his father, happily talking about what had happened at Hogwarts recently, and many questions of his own.

After that, they inevitably talked about the college and the professors.

"The professor you mentioned earlier? Do you have other ideas now? ”

Harry sighed, scratching his head, "Professor Snape...... Anyway, I guess I really don't like me, Dad, you don't know that I get a little bit of a point from another professor every day, and then go to Professor Snape and get him deducted from him. ”

Speaking of this, Harry was very melancholy, he obviously saw Professor Severus Snape for the first time, why did he attract the professor's dislike, this is completely unreasonable, Harry also once thought about whether the so-called "celebrity effect" made the professor hate, the professor thought that he would only be embarrassed by his reputation was more stupid, but then Harry also showed his cleverness.

So it can only be said that Slytherin's idea is more difficult to guess.

"My dear, we can't ask everyone to like themselves, there are people who like you, there must be people who hate you."

Harry smiled and rubbed his Dad, yes, he knew that, but it was always good to not be deducted.

"Actually, we can go to Diagon Alley to have a look later, I like the magic camera you mentioned, and there are cameras that can take dynamic photos."

Harry had also introduced Lestrade to the wizarding world, and probably the most interesting of them was the camera, if they had this kind of camera, they would probably be able to capture some of Harry and Thor's little movements, instead of a separate photo, and of course the reverse would be the same.

"We can go after Christmas, and I think Sherlock must be very eager to go."

Harry thought of his notebook, and he believed that Sherlock would not only be happy to see it, but would also want to go to Diagon Alley to buy something.

Lestrade laughed for a moment and then suddenly said, "Your academy is still ...... Crowding you out? ”

Harry was stunned for a moment, he didn't seem to say those exclusionary questions after he arrived, and Lestrade didn't seem to have asked for a long time, why did he suddenly get up now, he looked into his Daddy's eyes and didn't know how to make it up for a while.

Harry could have lied as much as he wanted in the letters, but when he saw Lestrade's eyes, the words suddenly couldn't be spoken.

"Actually......"

Lestrade's hand suddenly slapped on Harry's head, "My stupid son, do you still want to make up lies to deceive your Dad?" ”

Harry sighed, he really couldn't fool his own Dad.

"Actually, it's not exclusion, it's just ...... It's just a little unpleasant. ”

Harry still concealed some of it, for example, these small conflicts between them have become more and more intense recently, and this result has a lot to do with him and Thor's indifference, even if they pay a little attention to this issue, in fact, they will not make such a serious fuss.

In general, Harry and Thor have made trouble as they are now, and they have done it to themselves after all.

"That's not what your eyes say, Harry."

Harry turned his head and glared at Mycroft, saying to himself that if McCroft didn't pierce him, he would still be able to suffocate to death!

McCroft laughed and said to Harry, "Harry, you should admit that this situation has a lot to do with you and Thor, and if you put half of your energy into managing the friendships of your classmates in elementary school, you won't be what you are now." ”

In fact, Mycroft had noticed that after Harry got off the train, it was rare for a Gryffindor wearing a red and yellow scarf to greet him, except for Hermione.

If Harry and Thor and the Gryffindor children had a good relationship, it wouldn't have been the scene at that time, but Mycroft was very observant, and it was impossible for Harry to hide something from him.

Harry bared his teeth, "Who told me that when I was in elementary school, those classmates didn't think we were outliers at the beginning, and we got along better than our Gryffindor classmates compared to children who were only a few years old. ”

Harry was actually telling the truth, he was unhappy with their neglect of his brothers when he stepped into the wizarding world, and after arriving at Gryffindor, this neglect was the same as what Thor said when he was in the Sorting House...... It is conceivable that Thor was indeed excluded at that time, and Harry was another kind of sought after by everyone.

Harry was also very temperamental, as a big brother, of course he had to take care of his brothers, and none of my brothers were my friends, Harry thought that way.

Later, there were some rumors and Harry's attitude towards Slytherin, and in short, the contradictions began to accumulate little by little.

"Oh Harry, you have to think about what to do in the future, you can't be so stiff with your fellow students in your house forever."

Lestrade looked at his eldest son helplessly, they still had six years to go, and it would be uncomfortable if they continued to be so stiff.

"Gray, you don't need to worry, our little Harry is just deliberately letting it go, as long as he wants to change the status quo at any time."

So the Sherlock Holmes brothers are really annoying sometimes, and they are able to see through a qiē, like now. Harry shrugged, well, he knew what he knew about it.

"Remember that I told you Harry, no matter what kind of academy or kind of people, they are afraid of the strong in their bones, not the kind of bloody person who can't name the person in the wizarding world, but another kind of real strong person who is strong both physically and internally."

Harry tilted his head and glanced at Mycroft, the man was actually telling him how to rule or subdue the others, he looked at Mycroft with a wicked smile, "Mycroft, are you teaching me how...... Become a ruler? ”

"Oh, I didn't say that, dear Harry."

Harry still had some feelings about what Mycroft was talking about, or that Mycroft had a little ambition for the wizarding world, but he didn't express it.

Lestrade glanced at Mycroft, and Mycroft shrugged and clenched Lestrade's hand, and Harry, who was sandwiched between the two, looked at the sky helplessly, could the two of them not show affection in front of his little friend.

Harry's room has been cleaned all the time, it should be said that his room has not changed from beginning to end, let alone Thor, although Loki said that he hated Thor coming back to fight for his place, but the things he left in the house have not been touched at all.

Harry remembered what he had promised Draco, and approached Mycroft to hope he could serve some delicious desserts, as he was the true sweet tooth of the family. When Mycroft heard that Harry's gift was for Draco Malfoy, the little imp with pale blonde hair, he touched his chin and told Harry that he would be satisfied with the matter if he left it to himself.

Although Harry didn't know what the hell Mycroft was up to, he was relieved that this kind of thing was indeed handed over to Mycroft, as can be seen from the gifts that Mycroft had given them over the years.

Mycroft's plan is simple, just like Harry, as parents, they also have to take into account the problems of Loki and Merlin, Loki obviously doesn't like Gryffindor, so he is destined to be a Slytherin, plus those Slytherin traditions...... If someone in the senior class had a simple look at Loki, he would be at ease.

Malfoy was indeed a good choice, and the Malfoys' politeness and their knowledge of the times made Mycroft agree, whether it was ordinary people like them, wizards or more mysterious mutants, it was important to know the times.

Given that the Malfoys seemed to be from a wealthy family, the gifts they gave in the past should not be too shabby, but they should not be too expensive.

In addition to the desserts and sweets that Harry had promised Draco, Mycroft also made a point of having Ancia find a fan made of gold thread and inlaid with green gems, which was given to Lady Malfoy. As for Mr. Malfoy, Mycroft thought that the arrogant-looking gentleman might not look down on the things of their world, but from a letter of greetings and an intention to make friends, he would not refuse.

Before Harry grew up, Mycroft was going to prepare a little bit for infiltrating the wizarding world in the future, of course, Mycroft didn't want to make the wizarding world public, he just wanted him to be in control, they needed to respect each other, didn't they, and kept secrets public.

They can't just be ignorant of the wizarding world, and the wizarding world can't be "closed off" forever.

On Christmas Eve, Harry looked at the large bag of things and asked if Mycroft was really going to give it to Draco, and McCroft smiled and nodded, and said to Harry, "Given his weight and size, maybe the three of you can find a way to make it a little smaller and give it to Hedwig or Goldfish." ”

"Mycroft don't think of magic as simple, we're just first-year students, how could those things be!"

Harry looked up at Mycroft and said a long list of words, while Loki, who was sitting on the side, glanced at Harry, it stands to reason that this kind of magic is not difficult for them, it seems that Harry's refusal is boring and wants to embarrass Mycroft.

"Yes, it's hard for the average first-year, but Harry is easy for you, isn't it? So...... "McCroft spread his hands," and you don't want to tire Hedwig or the Goldfish too much. ”

Mycroft knew that Harry had said this on purpose, so he continued to follow Harry's words, and Harry watched Hedwig, who was happily eating Hannibal's things over there, defeated, well, he would have done what he had promised.

He tossed his wand aside, then reached out to the huge box over there, grumbling and casting his magic.

"You know that Draco Malfoy is very curious about me, and he is going to make such a decision, Mr. Mycroft, you must have done it on purpose."

"Harry gives a little sweetness, and you'll get a big catch."

Harry didn't quite understand what Mycroft meant and what kind of gains he could have, but Hannibal understood a little, and when it came to Mycroft's plans, this person often focused on the interests of the future.

"Socializing with the Malfoys can really be a help."

Harry glanced at Hannibal, and since Hannibal had said so, there should be more good than bad.

As Hedwig spread his wings and left Lestrade's house, Harry let out a sigh of relief, hoping that Draco wouldn't be chasing after him.

On Christmas Eve, the bears and children were having a good time, and Sherlock didn't quarrel with McCroft on Christmas Eve, Harry gave her Christmas present to Mycroft in advance, so the two Sherlock Holmes sat on the couch and fought with their violent wizard pawns.

As Harry sat on the sidelines and watched the game, he always felt that McCroft's pocket was a little unnaturally bulging, as if a box was in it, and Harry didn't think much of it at the time, after all, he couldn't have guessed that it was McCroft's engagement ring.

After Christmas Eve dinner, Mycroft and Lestrade were fingers interlocked, and he seemed to have something on his mind today, and Lestrade thought something was going on at work.

"Do you have something on your mind?"

Mycroft shook his head, "I'm just a little nervous......"

Lestrade frowned, nervous?! What is there to be nervous about Christmas Eve, since when has Mycroft become so sentimental.

"My, what are you nervous about, my dearest My."

Mycroft could tell that Lestrade was teasing himself, of course the man didn't understand what he was nervous about, Mycroft pursed his lips and met Sherlock's eyes that seemed to be smiling, his brother was ready to watch the play to see the end, in order to avenge the loss of wizarding chess today.

Hearing Lestrade's words, Harry glanced back at Mycroft, and said that it was not easy for Mycroft to know that starting was called nervousness.

And Hannibal seems to have seen something, Mycroft proposed?! To Greg! It's a little too sudden, but it's a no-brainer.

Hannibal was about to sue Harry, but who knew but Will held his hand down, and Will hooked the corners of his mouth, "What, you want ...... Block? ”

Hannibal's smiling face at Will sat back in his place, and it looked like Will was ready to be on Mycroft's side now, on this matter.

Harold raised his eyebrows, he was still very supportive of the marriage of Lestrade and McCroft, after a few matches, the two of them were indeed the best match, no one could make up for their shortcomings like the two of them, even the number jù calculated by the machine was like this.

Mycroft thought that time had stopped, and he looked at Lestrade's smile and kept watching, what was he nervous about? In fact, Mycroft can't say it, probably because of the first marriage proposal, probably because he loves this man too much, so he is afraid of rejection, probably because he ...... He was more like a flesh-and-blood human than the iceman he had been.

Actually, there's nothing to be nervous about, is there? Because even if it is unsuccessful once, he still has many, many years to propose.

So Mycroft suddenly let go of Lestrade's hand, took the box out of his pocket, and then got down on one knee in front of Lestrade, held the box up, and let the simple men's ring inside say to Lestrade:

"My dear, Greg Lestrade, will you marry me?"