[Comprehensive] The correct posture of fooling the savior

12 Grimmauld Place, London, United Kingdom.

The flame in the fireplace was dancing its own dance, and Harry on the other side of the fireplace stared blankly at the flame.The red sparks reflected in his blue eyes, jumped once, and jumped again.

In countless hallucinations, the bright red flame suddenly rolled up and changed color, and then a figure walked out of it... However, if you look closely, it is nothing more than an illusion.Who is he expecting?Who is he thinking about?

In the imagination, the flame in the fireplace rolled up again and turned green, and a figure walked out of it...

It's not a hallucination this time!

Harry stood up abruptly, vigilance and anticipation welling up in his heart.He gripped the phoenix-feathered wand tightly, staring fixedly at the swirling flames. , the green flame receded gradually, revealing the figure inside, it was Lupine, and then Sherlock.

A sense of loss rose from his heart, but even Harry himself couldn't tell what he was missing.Looking at this strange combination, he asked feebly, "Why are you?"

"Little princess in the tower, it's really not easy to see you." Sherlock patted the soot on his body, stood up, "PS: I always want to say, wizards use the method of space transfer, why must Through the fireplace? It's so dirty!"

Harry rolled his eyes at him, and turned his gaze to Lupine: "Remus, why did you come to me all of a sudden?"

"You can't even see such a simple thing. Of course I'm looking for you because of your 'old lover'." Sherlock continued to interject, pulling hatred.

Harry frowned uncomfortablely.

"Don't listen to his nonsense, Harry," said Lupine hastily, "but we did come to you on You-Know-Who's business."

Harry glanced at them suspiciously, and led them to sit on the sofa.

"Don't you even have drinks?" Sherlock asked angrily.

Harry rolled his eyes back and asked, "Where's your brother?"

"Busy suppressing the ghouls in that small town, busy blocking news, busy researching antidote to ghoul infections," Sherlock leaned back on the sofa, "This matter is almost unstoppable, if not for now The infectivity of the ghost corpse is limited, he has already knelt down."

"so?"

"So, I'm here to help him find a rescuer." Sherlock raised an eyebrow at Harry, "Harry, you must have something that can help him."

"How could I have..." As he was speaking, Harry paused.

He seemed, as if, maybe actually knew something.

Fragments of memories flowed through his mind, and during those nights haunted by dream fragments, he had secretly peered into the Dark Lord's past.

High cliffs, steep rock faces, deserted coasts, and dark crevices in the cliffs.Walking through the dark tunnel, you can see the silent cave.After breaking through the uncanny design of nature, it is the magic barrier set by the Dark Lord himself.

The doorway of blood sacrifice, the great lake in the calm and wide cave, the dense and thick darkness, and the rocky island in the darkness.

In the dream, he put the exquisite locket in the stone basin of the rocky island, and set up many barriers around it.Endless dead bodies sleep in the formation of black magic, guarding the small island in the lake.Through the lake, you can see the corpses floating in the water, their hair and robes swirling and floating in the water like smoke...

"I..." Harry's eyes were a little empty, and at this moment he suddenly understood what was stored in that place.That is the guarding place of one of the Horcruxes, and the base for raising Yin corpses.He murmured, "I know... where he got these things..."

Sherlock clapped his hands violently, startling Harry who was lost in his own thoughts.He said happily: "Great, I guessed that you would have something useful."

His body leaned forward, his eyes were bright, and he said with a sense of oppression: "Come on, come on, come on, let's talk!"

Harry shrank back uncomfortably, pursed his mouth, and said nothing.

Body language can often convey mysterious meanings, especially for great detectives who recognize micro-expressions.Sherlock realized something from Harry's movement.He tilted his head slightly and emphasized again: "Harry, you promised my brother that you would help."

At that time, the tragic photos of the small town spread out on the desktop, Professor Dumbledore's kindly smiling face, the Dark Lord's bottomless red eyes, Grindelwald's ironic smile... Harry was in a state of confusion, he Standing up suddenly: "Sorry, I'm sorry."

"Hey, Harry!" Sherlock shouted in surprise from behind. Harry lowered his head, not daring to look at Sherlock's expression, and turned and left the room directly.

He lowered his head and kept walking, passed the long gloomy corridor and the old creaking stairs, and walked back to his bedroom, then he seemed to find a sense of security and stopped.

A photo of his parents cut out from a newspaper and placed in a frame next to the bed, the young parents in the photo looked at him with concern.Harry sat on the edge of the bed, picked up the photo frame, and slowly stroked the picture in the photo frame.

The door creaked and was pushed open.Harry didn't look up, he said sullenly and slightly angrily, "Sherlock, I want to be alone for a while, please let me be quiet."

"It's not Sherlock, he's honestly staying downstairs in the living room," Lupine's voice came from the direction of the door, "it's me."

Harry raised his head in a daze, and sure enough, he saw Lupine standing at the door: "Um, Remus?"

"I thought it was Sherlock," Harry said, "I...I don't want to see him for a while, so..."

"Understood," Lupine said, closing the door with his backhand, and threw a silent shielding spell. "You know, I'm a wizard too."

He walked to Harry's side and sat down on the edge of the bed: "There is an old Eastern saying that people who are not of the same race will never be of one heart."

He said meaningfully: "Mr. Holmes is not a wizard after all."

Harry fell silent.His fingers kept rubbing against the picture frame.

Lupine smiled and said: "Mr. Mycroft Holmes found the Order of the Phoenix before, and expressed the expectation of cooperation on behalf of the British Muggle government. Since Professor Dumbledore is still recovering from his injuries, Mr. Grindelwald's residence The point is kept strictly confidential, and Professor McGonagall is now here to connect with them."

Harry's hand rubbing the photo frame stopped, and he raised his eyes blankly: "Has the Order of the Phoenix cooperated with the Muggle government?"

"If it is cooperation, it is limited cooperation," Lupine said, "The Muggle threat theory that has been propagated in the newspapers for so long is still very influential, and most members of the Order of the Phoenix are more or less In general, although Mr. Holmes has shown sincerity, everyone is suspicious."

"Ah..." Harry sighed unconsciously, "Then...then Sherlock is looking for me now?"

"Little Mr. Holmes insisted on seeing you. He made some offers that we could not refuse, so I brought him to you," Lupine shrugged. "But, obviously, you seem to have doubts."

Harry smiled wryly: "I... Remus, for me, it's one thing to protect Professor Dumbledore, but it's another thing to formally confront the Dark Lord..."

He put the photo frame on his knees and slowly covered his face: "I told Professor Dumbledore that I don't want to give up my bottom line, but I want to be with him..."

Lupine patted Harry on the back reassuringly.Harry lowered his head, covered his face, and said intermittently: "I do know... something about Inferi, but do I really want to say it? If I do this, does it mean that I am thoroughly betraying him, am I cutting off all possibility of reconciliation? But if I don't... I..."

Lupine hugged Harry from the side, patted him on the back, and said comfortingly: "This is normal, you should be confused, Mr. Holmes is not a wizard after all."

He added with a wry smile: "Harry, you know, I am a werewolf, and I am a wizard. I studied wizard knowledge at Hogwarts. I call myself a wizard, but I can never get rid of the identity of a werewolf. I consider The angle of things and the way I consider my interests are all closely related to this identity..."

After a pause, Lupine sighed, and continued: "I don't like the Muggle threat theory, but it sounds really reasonable. The development of the two races always inevitably conflict..."

They were relatively silent for a while, and Harry hesitated to ask: "Remus, what do you think of the Muggle threat theory?"

Lupine pondered for a while, and replied honestly: "I feel, quite... quite dangerous."

He added: "It always sounds reasonable and convincing, but I always feel that something is wrong. And..."

He met Harry's gaze, and continued: "And, if a war does happen, there will never be any beneficiaries."

His eyes fell on the picture frame on Harry's lap, and Harry followed his gaze.Young Potter's parents smiled brightly on the yellowed old newspapers, but they were forever frozen in the past and lost the future.

The war has broken countless families and sacrificed countless lives, but it is only a tool for ambitious people to achieve their goals, leaving only two losers and scars all over the world.

After a moment of silence, the door of the room was knocked, interrupting Harry's thoughts.

After the rhythmic knock on the door stopped, Sherlock's voice came from outside the door: "Can I come in?"

Lupine waved his wand and lifted the magic from locking the door: "Please come in."

Sherlock with a calm face opened the door and came in, spreading his hands to the two people in the room: "I'm sorry to interrupt your conversation, but you chatted for a long time, and I was a little bored waiting alone, so I came up to find you."

He unceremoniously walked to the chair in the room, dragged the chair around, facing the two people beside the bed, and sat down.