The Trinity of Harry Potter

Kano and Fleur packed their bags and embarked on the journey to Stirlingshire.

For "role-playing" reasons, the two should take the train. But now they can't tell the "client's" situation, so they still put efficiency first.

They came to Stirlingshire through the Floo Network, where they searched and asked questions and headed to the location marked in the letter as quickly as possible.

After a day of looking for people, asking for directions, and even turning into white eagles and flying up to look down, the two finally arrived at the door of the small manor hidden by the forest.

"Phew, trying to find this place is as difficult as solving a puzzle." Fleur sighed, her beautiful silver hair seemed to have lost its luster.

"This is the first step, Sherlock Holmes, which is equivalent to the warm-up stage of guessing the identity of the visitor before the story officially begins." Kano reminded with a smile.

"Thanks for the reminder, Mr. Watson."

Furong snorted, immediately cheered up, stepped forward and rang the doorbell.

Soon, a middle-aged man dressed as a butler came out. He had some gray hair on his temples and slight dark circles on his face, but his hair was meticulously combed and his clothes were pressed very straight.

"Excuse me, why are you two here?" The steward asked respectfully, standing behind the iron gate.

"We are Mr. Cromwell's pen pals. In our communication, we call ourselves Holmes and Watson. Mr. Cromwell sent us a letter a few days ago, and the letter said some incredible things."

Carnot stepped forward and showed the steward the letter from Cromwell.

This is a lie that Kano came up with, and he can intervene without using a confusion spell.

Unexpectedly, the housekeeper was stunned for a moment, and then showed a look of realization. He quickly opened the iron door and welcomed Kano and Furong in.

"It turns out that the young master's letter that day was sent to you two." The butler patted his head, "That day he got up from his illness, wrote a letter quickly, ran out of the manor in the rain and threw it in the mailbox.

Totally sick."

Carnot and Fleur looked at each other, and Fleur asked: "Is Mr. Cromwell ill?"

"Yes, there was an inexplicable howling on the full moon last month, and then the young master fell ill. Originally, he could still be awake for a few hours every day, but after sending the letter in the rain the day before yesterday, he fell completely into a semi-coma, and his mouth

It’s still talking about Sherlock Holmes.”

The housekeeper shook his head helplessly and invited the two of them into the living room.

"How are they doing now?" Cano asked.

"I don't know how long he can last. He's only twenty years old." The housekeeper said sadly, "The doctor said he was frightened into this condition, and there is currently no treatment."

"I can only look at the young master a little bit...I feel ashamed of the entrustment of his parents."

Fleur asked the housekeeper about Cromwell's basic situation, while Carnot scanned the decorations in the living room.

The living room is in a typical British aristocratic style, with two shotguns hanging horizontally above the fireplace, which look like they are often used.

The most eye-catching position is a black and white family portrait. A couple is sitting on a chair with a smile, a little black-haired boy wearing overalls is sitting on his mother's lap, and a young butler is standing diagonally behind the male owner with a smile.

"Are these Mr. Cromwell's parents?" Fleur noticed Carnot's gaze and asked the housekeeper.

The housekeeper also looked at the family photo and nodded: "That's the master and his wife. Their family was involved in a car accident not long after this photo was taken."

"They were out for fun at the time, and I stayed in the manor to prepare dinner. Later, I received a notice that the master and his wife had passed away, and only the frightened young master survived."

The housekeeper seemed to have thought of something and stood up quickly: "It's getting dark, haven't you guys eaten yet? I'll go get ready now."

"Excuse me, just be casual. Can we go see Cromwell after the meal?" Fleur said politely.

"The doctor said he needs to rest, but it should be fine if we take a look from a distance." The housekeeper thought for a moment and nodded in agreement.

Soon, the butler brought a simple dinner, and after the two of them had eaten, they quietly came to the door of Cromwell's bedroom.

The housekeeper opened the door gently, and the carpet absorbed the footsteps of the three people who deliberately restrained themselves. They approached the bed and saw the pale young man sweating and twisting uncomfortably.

"I have been taking care of the young master these past few days, and his condition is getting worse and worse."

The butler pulled away Cromwell's collar and wiped his face and neck with the towel in his hand, calming him down temporarily.

Kano noticed a small red scar on his collarbone, which should have been left from the car accident that year.

"It doesn't matter. After all, he called me Sherlock Holmes, so I will definitely help him." Fleur responded in a low voice.

Unexpectedly, when the young man heard the name of Holmes, he immediately jumped out of bed.

"Mr. Holmes, help me, help me!" He half-closed his eyes and waved his arms wildly.

"Wolves! So big wolves, so many wolves! Just like that day!"

After shouting, he immediately fell on the bed and fell asleep. But this time, he felt much more peaceful.

The housekeeper checked his blood pressure distressedly and led the two of them out of the room.

"What does 'just like that day' mean?" Kano looked at the butler in confusion.

The housekeeper paused and brought the two of them back to the living room.

He took out a "Sherlock Holmes" packaged in a display box from the chest of drawers and handed it to them.

"Back then, when he was only ten years old, my wife started telling him Sherlock Holmes stories when he was interested in these crime-solving stories."

"Halfway through the story, they died in a car accident. From then on, the young master had complicated feelings for the fictional character Sherlock Holmes."

"He did not dare to continue reading this book, but he firmly believed in his heart that Holmes would protect him in times of danger."

"Then what's going on with the wolf?" Fleur thought of another sentence he just said.

"At that time, Madam was talking about the article "The Hound of Baskervilles". After the car accident, the young master kept saying that he saw a giant wolf during the car accident." The housekeeper shook his head.

"He was still a child at the time, and perhaps subconsciously regarded the car accident as the most terrifying thing. What he was most afraid of at that time was of course the devilish wolf-dog in the novel."

"And he has never finished reading that story, and his fear of wolves and dogs has never been relieved." Kano said, and the housekeeper nodded in agreement.

On the surface, this is just a scar torn open by a traumatized young man.

But the howling wolves in the forest and the corpseless scientific expedition team are real.

"We also want to check out the strange things that happened in the forest recently. It may take a few days." Kano said.

The housekeeper agreed happily: "When I heard that Holmes was coming, the young master's condition seems to have improved. Even if you want to leave, I also want to keep you for two days."

"Ahem, Mr. Butler, I am Sherlock Holmes, and this is my assistant." Fleur emphasized with some dissatisfaction. The butler was stunned for a moment and laughed.

"Well, Miss Holmes, I leave everything to you and Mr. Watson."