Sherlock pushed the door open and walked in, not thinking that the house belonged to anyone else. Tony and Jasmine stood at the door and looked at each other. They glanced in and saw the little boy with a watermelon head falling to the ground being held by a woman with a broom.
He was beaten, and he unconsciously raised his feet to follow Sherlock.
"Aunt Petunia, I was wrong, I was really wrong." Harry's white and tender arms were bruised and bruised, and he spoke with a broken voice, holding his head and curling up on the cold floor.
"Hey!" Tony stepped in front of Harry and hit him hard twice. Sherlock gently lifted Harry up and put him behind Jasmine.
Petunia Dursley stared at the two men and one woman in front of her with wide eyes, and asked loudly: "Why do you care if I beat my own nephew? This is my house, how did you get in!"
"Of course he walked in." After Sherlock finished speaking, he thought of the information he had seen, "Petunia Dursley, your behavior violated at least three British laws. First, beating..."
"Shut up!" Petunia screamed and interrupted Sherlock. Her reaction also made Sherlock choke and he couldn't continue. "You must be here to find him, a little bastard, as long as you are not afraid of being used by him."
Even if you are killed by witchcraft, I won’t stop you, Dali, let’s go!”
The fat boy who had been standing nearby watching Penny's actions was chubby and lovable. Unfortunately, the cold light coming from the slits in his narrowed eyes made people deeply disgusted.
Petunia took Dally upstairs, stepping on the stairs loudly and making Harry's body tremble.
After Sherlock helped Harry up, he didn't touch him again, for fear of touching his wounds. After Harry broke away from Sherlock's hands, he took two steps back, timidly and even looked at Sherlock and others with fear.
, his lips were pursed and he dared not speak.
"Don't be afraid." Jasmine looked a little distressed. As the elder of two naughty children, she had never seen such a well-behaved child. She gently placed her hand on the back of Harry's head. Unexpectedly, Harry looked at Jasmine and shrank.
She gritted her teeth and didn't move away. Instead, Jasmine felt her hands were wet. She took her hands back and found that her palms were full of blood.
Tony made a quick decision: "Let's go, take him to the hospital."
Jasmine's eyes were also red and swollen. Like Sherlock, she was now afraid to touch Harry for fear of touching another wound somewhere.
Harry pursed his lips and pushed up his broken round glasses. After looking at Jasmine's expression, he spoke: "It's okay. You'll be fine in a while. You don't need to go to the hospital."
"Silly boy." Jasmine reached out and took Harry's hand, trying to convey her feelings to Harry.
Tony pressed the accelerator to the bottom, and Sherlock took command and quickly arrived at the nearest hospital. The three adults watched Harry enter the examination room. Before the three of them could taste what he was feeling, a doctor on the side urged him: "Excuse me, who are you?"
Are you the child’s parent? Do you need to be reimbursed for the child’s medical expenses?”
"No, thank you." Sherlock quickly picked up the conversation and curled his lips, "If you have any items that require payment, please see this man."
Tony watched in stunned silence as Sherlock put all the blame on him, and reluctantly followed the doctor, leaving Jasmine and Sherlock waiting at the door.
"Harry is seven years old. He has no medical insurance and has not even applied for identification." After Sherlock explained, he thought of a more revealing question, "What do you want to do?"
"How do you..." Jasmine said halfway, thinking of Sherlock's abilities, she swallowed her desire to know why he knew her, "I was thinking about what Mycroft and Tony mentioned a few days ago about setting up a business in the UK.
Regarding the Avengers branch, can Harry be recruited as a part-time student? After all, as a wizard, he also belongs to a group of people with special abilities."
Sherlock followed Jasmine's train of thought and continued: "Harry has not received a notice of admission to a magic school, otherwise he would not be the character he is now. Your idea is very good, and Mycroft's idea is also correct, but
There are many kids like Harry in the UK, do you plan to recruit them all?"
Jasmine suddenly turned to Sherlock and stared at him: "Aren't these the responsibilities of the British government?"
"I'll do it." Sherlock nodded, "I'll be the organizer of the British Avengers."
"No." Jasmine subconsciously wanted to refuse.
Sherlock chuckled. He understood what Jasmine was thinking: "Don't worry, I can do it well." (83 Chinese.83.)