[Comprehensive] Sherlock's Secret

"Sirius said earlier—"

"What did Sirius tell you?"

"He said you are a mysterious figure to them," Sherlock shrugged, "I thought only ordinary people would have this perception."

"Please, you are not an ordinary person to me," Su Fu said with a smile, "You are much better than many wizards."

"Should I say now...thank you for your love?"

"But that's not what you really think, is it? Tell me dear, I think I should—well, I guess, they're just stupid people with some special powers in your eyes, don't they? "

Sherlock curled his lips, his face full of "I didn't say anything".

Su Fu laughed cheerfully, "Perhaps Sirius is right," she joked, "My life is destined to be extraordinary, otherwise how would I know the Dark Lord? Hum? I also witnessed his awakening of magical power, and he He hit..."

Sherlock seemed thoughtful: "Then, can I think that Mr. Riddle insisted on killing you later... part of the reason is that you hit him when you first met?"

Su Fu was stunned for a moment, then laughed loudly: "My God, you can actually joke..."

"There's such a thing as a sense of humor, if I wanted to," Sherlock retorted dryly, "I'd have a hundred times more humor than anyone else."

"Of course, I completely agree. There are many careers in this world that are quite suitable for you, such as an actor." Su Fu thought to himself that if you act, the whole world will definitely owe you an Oscar, "—but you must choose to be a detective. .”

"Then why did you promise Dumbledore to be a teacher?"

"Maybe it's because..." She hesitated.

Because of what?

Perhaps it was the initial nostalgia and desire for that castle deep in my heart?

And in that crumbling age, apart from Hogwarts, the only thing that made her feel at ease was magic, or... power.

==

After Su Fu finished speaking, the child named Benjamin Bunter ran downstairs with a sad and terrified expression without even changing his coat.

Mrs. Cole came quickly, and she was shivering from the cold wind blowing in when she entered the door. She quickly ordered the steward who followed her to take a piece of wood to block the window. Turning on a dim kerosene lamp, the steward was cleaning the glass shards on the floor, Mrs. Cole was staring at the four children sitting in rows—there was one who was lying on the bed and didn’t wake up—she subconsciously lowered her voice : "Who of you know what's going on?"

"The window was not closed properly, the wind blown it open, and the sash hit the window frame, and it shattered."

Mrs. Cole was stunned when she heard the voice, because the mixed-race girl who had been in the orphanage for a year hardly spoke, which made people wonder if she had a voice disorder... But she spoke for the first time this time, Still so fluent, with clear enunciation...

"How do you know?" she asked.

"I didn't fall asleep and saw the windows blown open."

Mrs. Cole frowned and nodded. She subconsciously felt that something was wrong, but she couldn't think of a better explanation. The sub-zero temperature seemed to freeze people's thoughts. I feel that the eyes of the little girl in front of me are clear and calm, like the glass reflecting the snow on the ground, with slight edges and corners, showing a sharp edge.

"Go to sleep tonight, I will change the house for you tomorrow, and move back after the windows are repaired."

The door of the small living room was closed with a "squeak", and the thick wooden board was blown by powder and hit the window frame and buzzed. The room became even colder. The other three children were shivering on the bed wrapped in quilts. Fu didn't dare to turn into a magic flame to keep warm, so he had to suffer from the cold too.

Su Fu waited until the three children fell asleep one after another, then she quietly lay down in front of Tom's window wrapped in a quilt, patted his cold face, and called him a few words in a low voice.

There was no movement.

Su Fu regretted knocking him out just now, but in that case, there seemed to be no other way... She knew about the magic riot, because it had happened to her more than once.

She got words such as "magic" and "wizard" from Wen Gewei's ramblings. Although it was hard to believe and understand, she had to accept that she was born to belong to a group of special powers.She floated herself up during the first magic riot, then she was so scared that she fell down from a height of seven or eight meters and fell unconscious, and then the uncontrollable force drowned the silence, so the only way Su Fu could think of was, Just knock Tom out.

Still, it's unbelievable, or worrisome.

She didn't expect that there would be a child in the orphanage exactly like her. Under this kind of embarrassing situation, they were young, had nothing to rely on, had no information, and even knew nothing, which was simply terrible.

Su Fu squatted in front of Tom's bed with her chin in her hands until midnight. The snow outside seemed to have stopped and the wind had subsided in the early morning. big eyes.

It was still not yet dawn, but a ray of dawn came in through the gap in the window that blocked the wooden boards, and a bright white strip of light was spread right between Tom and Su Fu.

"I..." Su Fu felt a little unreasonable, "I'm sorry, I didn't hit you on purpose."

"I...you?" Tom slowly got up from the bed, clutching the back of his head, staring blankly for a while, and suddenly stared, "Hey, I know you, your name is Sue Leicht, right, you and me—my Meaning, you will--?"

He seemed to be completely immersed in last night's emotions, talking incoherently, but he didn't blame Su Fu for knocking him unconscious, or rather, that wasn't what he focused on at all.

Su Fu nodded in astonishment, not knowing what to say for a moment.

"Can you start a fire? I mean, you can conjure flames out of thin air... I have some powers too, but I don't know how I do it, I—"

"OK, OK..."

Su Fu remembered that she patted the back of his hand. The four-year-old Tom was pale and thin, and his short fingers were almost skinny and extremely slender. At that time, he was so - so excited, his pure black eyes seemed to be full of starlight, He wanted to stare at Su Fu intently, but from time to time he peeked at Benjamin Bunter on the next bed, afraid that his voice would wake him up too much.

The precocious child, who held himself back so carefully, embraced this exciting new secret, was like a little squirrel hiding a pine nut.

But only in memory.

==

"Sounds like a pretty good beginning." Sherlock defined her above words, with a mechanical and flat tone, "So you have become friends with him since then? Two helpless children support each other and protect each other. The secret of two people, they tacitly understand each other, and gradually grow up, until they receive a letter from Hogwarts?"

Su Fu glanced at him and said, "I just let you know about the past materials. What strange things did you read? What's even more amazing is that you actually stored them in your mind..."

Sherlock pulled out an old "Wizard Weekly" from nowhere, flicked through it for a while, then stopped on a certain page, and spread it out in front of Su Fu: "Your language style, my It's just an imitation."

Su Fu: "..."

I don't know that it was a commentary on a housework spell that she wrote for "Weekly" hundreds of years ago. He was able to find out all of this, which is really amazing.

"You have maintained the habit of writing since then?"

"No," Su Fu said, "I have forgotten why I wrote this magazine manuscript at the time, but I started writing after I moved to Godric's Hollow... because it is really boring, the magic world No internet connection."

Sherlock snorted: "Hum? I thought you were yearning for a life of seclusion."

"I'm not so yearning, I still like to be lively."

"You always have different opinions," Sherlock said. "Speaking of writing, I still remember that someone said they wanted to record all my cases. What happened? Well, where?"

Su Fu laughed, and said kindly: "Although you say so, this is not my job. Believe me, there will be someone who will record your case—but not me."

He seemed to be interested: "Isn't it you? Who would it be?"

Of course it is Dr. Watson, Su Fu said in his heart, no matter when you meet him, he will be a great friend.

She continued the topic just now: "The reason why I lived in Godric's Hollow for so long is because Bathilda was revising "History of Magic" at that time and asked me to come over to help, and Mrs. Green next door was very good at cooking. Delicious, her two little granddaughters and sisters—Adney and Goldie like me very much, oh yes, it’s still Dumbledore’s hometown, and his younger brother Aberforth often goes back to visit Ariana’s grave. Bring me his own mead and prosciutto..."

Sherlock: "..."

"But then, Edney and Goldie both went to Hogwarts, and Mrs. Green was old and died, and Bathilda was old, and she lived in seclusion and hardly ever saw anyone. A lot of people in the valley moved out. , and of course new wizards moved in, but they didn't know me, and I didn't know them... So I only stayed in the valley for half a year in the next few years, until I moved back to London."

"Did you live in London before you went to Godric's Hollow?"

"I was born in London. In a sense, this is my hometown, but I have only settled in London for nearly two years."

Sherlock frowned for a moment, and suddenly asked: "So, you didn't spend a few years in London before you were 11? Not in an orphanage? Where did you go?"

The best thing about talking to a smart person is that you don't have to bother at all, he will find the gap between your small words and pick out everything he wants to know.

"Tom and I lived very carefully in the orphanage, because we were afraid of being discovered by others. Even so, we don't know whether it's because of our personality or something else. We have no other friends except each other. It’s been like this for three years,” she said, taking a deep breath, with a remorseful expression on her face, “——I obviously have a mature mind and have seen more sophistication, but I still can’t help but take it for granted. One of the worst decisions I've ever made in my life."

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