sherlock holmes brother

"It's rude to forget your family." The male voice sounded unhurried. Wilton quickly scanned around, and Moriarty poked his back slightly behind him to show that he didn't see the enemy. Wilton's Eyes turned to the house-elf who had appeared out of nowhere. "Tom knows. That's Mr. D's voice." The house-elf's voice was shrill, but not worried, and it was clear that whoever that Mr. D was, the house-elf judged him harmless.

After realizing that the other party was not a threat, Wilton and Moriarty almost simultaneously remembered the only thing they were not familiar with in this house - the portrait brought from Doug's house, but they quickly recalled After they entered the house, there was always a blank portrait, and they kept a lot of vigilance against men in their hearts.

"Family?" Since only Moriarty and the house elves were present, Wilton did not smile habitually at outsiders at all, "I don't remember that I have a family named Mr. D, let alone my surname is 'Bo K'." He added the emphasis.

"Pork?" The man's voice was audibly pleasant, "P is also a good beginning, if I could make my own decisions, I would never have chosen 'D'."

Although the man's words are simple, the amount of information is large enough.At least Wilton and Moriarty understood, and the man appeared after Wilton went to find Mr. Doug to give up his surname, which had to remind them that maybe the man's situation was very similar to Wilton's. Like—they both used to be named "Doug", the difference is that Wilton gave up voluntarily, while the situation of the man is unknown.

"No matter what your original surname is, my family will not be you." Wilton quickly figured out the joints, but he didn't intend to follow the man's words.Wilton had been unconsciously paranoid in two lifetimes, especially when he thought everything he had to the Doug family had been paid off in that dangerous black arts experiment.The only ones he can recognize as family members are Holmes who don't know where they are in that dimension.Oh, and maybe Lestrade, Watson, and Augustine.

"Stubborn boy." The man sneered, without any displeasure, "Don't you wonder why I gave up Doug's surname, or do you want to know why Doug's family has a card that can be used permanently? A dark pact to switch his bloodline's name."

It had to be said that although he was still full of vigilance towards men, the two questions he raised really interested Wilton and Moriarty.Among other things, Wilton and Moriarty would not ignore the man's familiarity with the dark contract.

"Tom, where is Mr. D's portrait?" Moriarty asked.

"Tom asked the opinion of Master Wilton and Mr. D himself, and Tom put him behind the curtain in the living room," the house elf pointed with his slender fingers as if asking for credit, and a certain velvet curtain in the living room was pulled open. , revealing the well-crafted picture frame behind, "Mr. D likes dark green, and Tom specially prepared one with silver lace." Its big ugly eyes shone with pride, as if it was definitely its greatness by this portrait. honor.

"Do you know Mr. D?" Moriarty noticed this keenly. You must know that although house elves respect wizards, they also treat family members in different classes. Of course, it does not violate the house elves' principles. under the premise of principle.Even he, when he first came into contact with this house elf, was once looked down upon by it for a while. As a house elf who has served the Slytherin pure-blood family for a long time, Tom's contempt for hemp blood is deeply rooted .However, with Wilton's permission, Moriarty made him understand his position in Wilton's heart with several ruthless blows. Faced with enough threats, the still-sane elf reluctantly changed his attitude. Even the name had been changed by Moriarty.It has to be said that, as a former professor in London, Moriarty is definitely an expert in how to slowly destroy something from the human heart, even though house-elves are not strictly human beings.

"Of course Tom knows Mr. D, Mr. D... No, Tom doesn't know Mr. D, Mr. D is a good master... No, Mr. D is not Tom's master..." The "Mr. D" that is specially mentioned is like Turning on a certain switch of Tom, the house elf's eyes first showed confusion, then pain, and finally it even wanted to violate Wilton's prohibition by hitting its head on the floor.

"Stop, you can leave." Wilton ordered. As the master, his control over the house-elves is absolute. "It's none of your business here." The portrait of the young wizard watching all this without saying a word, in which the young wizard is as nonchalant as he has seen it for the first time, "It looks like the aftereffect of the Oblivion Charm, it knows you, your name was Doug once. "A declarative sentence, a conclusion that can be drawn without Sherlock's deductive method.

"That's right," the wizard in the portrait snapped his fingers, and looked at Wilton with more satisfaction, "Boy, you only have one chance, and I will only answer one question for you."

"How did you die?" Wilton asked without hesitation.

Wilton's decisiveness made the wizard change his posture. He likes smart people, so he didn't hesitate to reveal a little more information, "The black magic damage caused by the contract, 20 years old." His voice was steady.

"Are you the one who drew up that contract?" Combining the information provided by the wizard with the few questions he just asked, Moriarty suddenly came to a conclusion.

"As a hemp blood, I have to say, you're pretty good." The wizard raised his eyebrows in surprise, because of Tom's existence, he already knew that Moriarty was not as harmless as he seemed, but today they Before contacting him, he really didn't expect Moriarty to be so sensitive, "If it weren't for your blood, maybe you would become a great wizard." It's rare that there is no contempt.

Wilton frowned, the information he just learned seemed to light up a torch in his mind, and the things he had guessed countless times were like ice that had a small hole dug out by force—seemingly inconspicuous , but sooner or later a cobweb extending from that hole would destroy the entire ice sheet.He started out as the Squib of Doug's family, being ignored and having to spend his energy on books that didn't require much magic, especially those related to the family.Wilton can still recall the description of the family history of the Doug family in a certain book. It is famous for making dark contracts, and the Slytherin pure-blood family.

If Black pursued purity and Malfoy valued family, then Doug was undoubtedly obsessed with restoring the inheritance of the dark contract. Even the death of the first Wilton was a black magic experiment to draw the dark contract.Going back to his 11-year-old, Wilton didn't expect Doug's family history to be full of doubts, but before he was interested in the dark contract, he met Moriarty, and the company of his lover made him plan to Completely abandoning his past as "Doug", naturally he has no thoughts in this regard.

But the appearance of the wizard is a turning point. Wilton is not stupid. Although he is not as good at deduction as Sherlock, under the long-term influence of the British government and consulting detectives, capturing the logical relationship between scattered things has become his goal. Instinctively, after a few minutes, he has roughly come to a conclusion. "You used to be a member of Doug's family, and you voluntarily gave up your surname out of a certain willingness. Maybe this is a prerequisite that gives you the ability to draw dark contracts," Wilton said slowly, "Given that you Died from the black magic damage caused by the contract, there is a [-]% chance that you don't fully understand what will happen in the process of voluntarily giving up your surname, plus the age of your death..." He looked at the wizard's face, "You The surname that is given up after adulthood, the more advanced the dark contract, the greater the price, no matter what the reason is, you were designed by someone, and you only know it before you die."

For the first time, the wizard's face changed a little, and his tone was a bit exasperated, "How do you know when I found out, maybe I've been playing tricks all the time?" He didn't expect his original things to be so quickly A little boy figured it out, even if the little boy was bright enough, but it was awkward to think that something that a teenage wizard could see could only be vaguely felt to him until he died.

"The timing of your appearance, the dark contract I used, the restrictions Mr. Doug mentioned, at least that contract is okay." Wilton had Sherlock for the first time and looked at the people in Scotland Yard and said, "Idiot ", he spat out a few key words, and almost lost interest in wizards—anyway, whether there is a dark contract or not, they all have ways to improve their abilities. Studying with such an idiot, who knows if it will appear What's the problem.

"The owner gave up his surname on his own initiative, why did you make such a sacrifice?" Moriarty opened his arms like dancing a ballet, "A person who knows more or less the inside story, maybe you The object of love, you made such a decision for the other party, maybe the other party is just to get rid of your entanglement, isn't it? Don't you plan to take revenge, that person's name is engraved on your heart, burning like a raging fire every day, It’s reminding you every second that it’s actually just a tool, isn’t it?” Thanks to his personal interests, Moriarty has seen countless conspiracies, and among these conspiracies, the most common is the use of objects mixed with emotions, For those in high positions, emotion is a double-edged sword. If you use it well, you can forget it. If you don’t use it well, such a person will sooner or later become a torch that burns in the wind—enough to light the way but also enough to burn your hands.

As Moriarty narrated, the wizard's face became even more distorted. In fact, even Moriarty himself didn't expect this extremely clichéd plot. No longer the gentlemanly appearance at the beginning, Moriarty felt a kind of happiness emanating from his heart. There is nothing more pleasant than tearing off someone else's disguise with his own hands. "You might as well tell us from the beginning who you want to take revenge on, so that we can negotiate terms with you, now... tsk tsk..." He was afraid that he might not be stimulating enough, so he added a sentence to let The wizard's face couldn't be more ugly.

Slightly beyond his expectation, although the wizard looked ugly, he still did not leave after all. Compared with his self-esteem, resentment finally prevailed, "Kuld Doug, I want him to die!" His voice It's all about gnashing of teeth.

"Who is that?" Moriarty was simply puzzled.

"It used to be my father." Wilton had no expression on his face.

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