[Comprehensive] Sherlock's Secret

"You may read in the book that Voldemort is a cold-blooded thug. He slaughtered ordinary people and half-bloods. He advocated the theory of pure blood. He pursued the ultimate power and confused right and wrong. This man—"

Sherlock interrupted her: "How many times have you read "A History of Magic" Chapter 96? You didn't even make a mistake in the sentence above."

"Bathilda Bagshot last revised this book eight years ago, and I was beside her," Su Fu said in a low voice, "I watched her quill write these words with my own eyes."

She cleared her throat subconsciously, and continued: "But they don't know this person—or, in this world, no one knows the Dark Lord better than me..."

Sherlock raised his eyebrows, leaned forward slightly, and put his fingertips together on his knees—this is his usual gesture when he is interested in something. Su Fu smiled slightly, and no longer kept it secret. : "He pursues pure blood, but few people know that he is actually a mixed blood..." She paused, "He is an orphan."

He was an orphan... just like her.

"Dumbledore is still investigating his specific life experience. In fact, his name was not Voldemort. That was the name he gave himself. He should have been called... Tom Riddle."

"Dumbledore went to the orphanage to find him and showed him the power that a wizard should have. He was very excited about it, because he always knew that he was different from ordinary people."

"When he was studying at Hogwarts, he was a very good student. Almost all the professors liked him because he was hard-working, studious, and polite. He was simply a role model, and he was the object of worship for all Slytherin students... ..."

"And you?" Sherlock asked suddenly.

"Me?" Su Fu lowered his head and smiled, "What do you think?"

"Orphans, half-bloods, Slytherins," Sherlock waved the book in his hand at her, and he seemed to fold a few pages inside, "—at exactly the same time, how much you know about Voldemort, you Do you think I need any more information?"

"He and I are close friends who trust each other..." She clenched her teeth mockingly, and added a crucial qualifier, "—ever."

Sue Leicht was born in Four Maple Street, an old street in London. When she was born, this street was just a small alley, and there were no neat rows of street trees here, so there were no trees in full swing in autumn. maple cloud.

Only a few old maple trees at the entrance of the alley were cut down in the subsequent urban reconstruction.

Old London has been shrouded in blue rain all year round. After the wave of industrialization swept across the banks of the Thames, the smoke and dust from large factories began to float in the air of London all the year round, and the city became more humid and gloomy.But when Su Fu was young, she clearly remembered that she had seen the good weather in London, as blue as the sky above the plateau.

But then, she probably forgot.

After her father went to sea and never came back; after her mother became moody and sullen; after a fire destroyed her home and took away her mother; after she was sent to an orphanage in the suburbs of London, she met After a dark-haired boy named Tom Riddle who looked very much like her.

Of course, there will be a few scenes of good memories, but they can't compare with those dark and unforgettable ones, which I want to forget, but I can't forget them anyway.

Just like her previous life, it was like an empty dream to her now, but she still couldn't forget the horrifying and unbearable pain when she was crushed by a heavy wheel at the last moment of her life.

It was as if she would never forget that on a drowsy afternoon with dark clouds over the city, the merciful priest of the chapel hired a dilapidated carriage and drove her to the gate of the orphanage.

Mrs. Cole was reluctant to take in a new child, especially one who had just lost her family, was sullen and depressed, and was just over four years old—can't do anything, and was very difficult to discipline.

Especially at this time, the government is not willing to allocate too much relief money, and everyone in the orphanage is living in extreme poverty.

Su Fu met Tom here.

In that gloomy era, everything in memory was stained with stale and dull colors, including that delicate-looking little boy.He was thin and tall because of it, with black hair and eyes, and a protruding jaw.When Mrs. Cole led Su Fu into the auditorium where the morning prayers were held, all the children craned their necks to look at the new hapless guy, and some of them deliberately held a reserved posture, intending to show it to the nuns in charge. Make a good impression on them.

Only Tom Riddle stood alone at the stairs and did not come up.

He was also four years old that year.

Su Fu will always remember the calm and terrifying expression on his face that day.It wasn't until many years later, when they got to know each other deeply and they turned against each other, that she could understand how violent and violent madness was hidden under that calmness.

……

Mrs. Cole suppressed her impatience and introduced Su Fu's name to everyone, and then handed her over to a young girl, so she was led through a narrow and extremely dark staircase and a damp corridor, to the In a small living room, there were six small beds facing each other. There were two old wooden cabinets in the corner. The young girl changed her into a gray dress that looked like a robe, and Su Fu was ordered by her to turn around and tie up. When I was belting, I noticed that there were rusty iron railings outside the window.

For a moment, she thought of the prisons she had been to when interrogating suspects in her previous life.

The young girl pointed to the little bed in the corner and said, "You'll sleep there, Lemott."

Su Fu didn't bother to correct her name, she nodded, and the young girl went out satisfied.

Not long after, all the children in the prayer hall came back, and Su Fu discovered that there were only four people living in the room, and all of them were boys except her, and the oldest one seemed to be five years old.

And Tom slept in the bed next to her.

The life in the orphanage was boring, boring and depressing. In the first month, Su Fu hardly spoke except for praying every day, or asking the nurse in charge routinely. So it didn't take long to be ostracized by the small group of orphans, who even began to spread rumors that the new half-breed was a weirdo.

For this reason, Mrs. Cole asked her a few times specifically, trying to persuade her to go out with other people—obviously, no matter how strict Mrs. Cole is, she always does her duty when taking care of the children—the result is of course predictable. Knowing that, she had no choice but to give up, and finally blamed the crux of the problem on the fire that took away everything from her, hoping that time would heal her and make her cheerful.

In Su Fu's view, rather than saying that the fire destroyed everything about her, it was better to say that it washed away her dislike for Wen Gewei...and even left her regret that never faded.

She was born with extraordinary talents, and even showed a very powerful magical talent when she was less than three years old. It was also at that time that her father had not returned from the sea for half a year, and there was no news at all.So Wengewei Leichter, her mother who has lived under the shadow and shackles of magic for half her life, finally vented her years of resentment and fear to the fullest.

She cursed her daughter in the most vicious language, beat her with the belt of her skirt, frantically flicked through those unknown books in an attempt to find a way to curb her talent, fearing that others would know that she was a witch and kill her. Imprisoned in the bedroom—but all of this did not achieve any effect. The more Wen Gewei hated and feared magic, the more Su Fu wanted to control it. The result of the two-phase game was that when Su Fu was four years old, he could already Using simple magic to fight back, Wen Gewei sometimes couldn't even get close to her.

In the past two years, Su Fu had heard her screaming hysterically, seen her beating the wall by her hair, shredding those unreliable books, her bloody nails poked into her wrist, her eyes were shattered. Pinching his own neck to question and curse, and crying in a mental breakdown, no one would think that he was a normal person.

And Su Fu's father didn't come back two years later, Wen Gewei aged rapidly during those days, and she no longer had the strength to pinch Su Fu's neck and scold her.She was haggard, pale, lifeless, like a piece of rotten wood.

She finished the daily housework mechanically every day, and kept her eyes open all night until dawn, guarding a dusty window, staring at the end of the path under the window... After the next year, the young maple tree grew several times taller. Inches, the red leaves are shaken off in autumn, and the days pass day by day, calm and untroubled, sinking like stagnant water.

Until the fire came suddenly, destroying their lonely and barely maintained life like a catastrophe.

The beams and beams on fire fell down, and Wen Gewei threw Su Fu out. Although the surrounding houses were ravaged by fire and collapsed, all kinds of chaotic sounds could be heard, but she could still hear clearly... the crisp sound of the cross beam breaking Wen Gewei's shoulder blades and spine ——She was already thin and out of shape, and that crossbar almost smashed her into pieces.The fire instantly devoured her hair and licked her cheeks. She seemed to say something, it must be a hoarse roar, because Su Fu saw her open mouth, and it seemed that she was exhaling hot smoke. The look of cleaved eyes was then submerged in the flames.

She might be saying, fuck off.

Su Fu thought.

She had said this word to herself countless times in her life, but the last time was to get herself out of the fire, out of danger, out of her life.

She died like this in the flames.

Su Fu survived, but he lost everything, even a mentally abnormal mother.

After the fire was extinguished, Su Fu thought regretfully that he might have been able to save her with magic at that time—even though he hated her, she also hated himself.If she is saved, their boring life will continue, and she will have to face herself for a long time, which is simply a kind of torture for her...

But that's just a fantasy.

Now... nothing.

When people cleaned up the ruins after the fire, they dug out a harmonica that was still in good condition. Su Fu recognized it as her father's property, but its owner had disappeared, so it probably wouldn't be useful to keep it.

It was the priest who persuaded her to keep the harmonica. He said that even if you think it is meaningless, it at least proves that something existed.

That's right... Wen Gewei is also her mother.

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She has only mentioned the story about her mother to two people in her life, one is Sherlock who is sitting in front of her at this time, and the other is her former friend, Tom Riddle.

She used Wen Gewei's story to exchange a secret from him, a secret about his ability to speak Parseltongue - when they could exchange secrets and talk about each other's past, it was the third time Su Fu came to the orphanage. year.

The first year passed with Mrs. Cole's increasingly harsh and sad face, Su Fu still seldom spoke, even her roommates, some didn't even know her name, of course she didn't bother to pay attention to them, she remembered Everyone's face, but no one knows.

The real acquaintance between Tom and Su came from an accident...a quite dangerous magic riot.

It was a cold winter night, the blue sky outside the window was covered with heavy snow, even the narrow window sill was covered with a thick layer, there was no fireplace in the room, and the window panes were not very tight, and the howling north wind blew fiercely. The sound was clearly audible, and the four children curled up in their cold blankets, rubbing their hands and feet and waiting for the snow to stop.

In the middle of the night, when everyone else fell asleep, Su Fu quietly took out a glass jar from under the bed—it was what she picked up by sneaking out. She transformed a cluster of magic flames into the bottle and closed the lid. Hugged in her arms to keep warm, when she was wrapped in a quilt and lying down, she turned her head and saw a pair of eyes wide open - its owner was so hard that it seemed that the pure black eyeballs were surrounded by moisture of fog.

His eyes were frightened and ecstatic, eager and suppressed, it was hard to imagine a young child would have such complicated emotions.

Tom Riddle.

He looked at Su Fu on the opposite side of him, his voice was low and trembling: "You are also... different from them, right?"

The voice did not fall, and the window that was blown by the wind suddenly "bang" and burst open. The shattered glass mixed with snow flakes danced wildly in the dark night. The air seemed to start to boil, and the other three children were awakened. When they were in a daze, Su Fu immediately jumped onto the bed next to him and covered Tom's mouth, and with his other hand, he copied the tin candlestick on the bedside table and knocked on his head.

He passed out without saying a word.

The air gradually became still, and the glass scum fell to the ground. The ignorant snow light was reflected into the cold room, and the cold wind swept in. Only then did the children who had just woken up realize that the window glass was broken for no reason.

Su Fu reached into the quilt to hold down the faint blue light, and the magic flame gradually extinguished. As the north wind howled, she said to the oldest child: "Benjamin, go to Mrs. Cole and tell me that the wind has broken the window panes." gone."

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