[Comprehensive] Sherlock's Secret

The night is getting darker.

His eyes were also as deep as the night, like an abyss, or a universe tens of thousands of light years away, distant, dark, cold and quiet. He looked at Su Fu for a while, then lowered his head and kissed her softly. forehead.

"I'm right here with you," he said.

The past she described was really like a bizarre story, and her attitude was too indifferent, really like a story.

"It's not a big deal," Su Fu finally said, she turned her head and took her mobile phone to check the time, "It's getting dark, but it seems we haven't had dinner yet?"

Sherlock leaned over to check the time and said, "I thought you wouldn't want to eat at this time."

"I really don't think much about it, but I think Dr. Palmer will be angry," Su Fu joked, "I want to eat something like candy..."

Sherlock actually nodded, then took out a handful of candy from his coat pocket and handed it to her.

Su Fu: "..."

"This is amazing..." She inadvertently said what was in her heart.

"I bought it last time," Sherlock explained indifferently, "Actually, there are many more, all of which are in your box."

After a while he added: "No stealing."

Su Fu nodded cooperatively, thinking in his heart, that's impossible.

"I'll put it somewhere else." Sherlock obviously saw through her thoughts at a glance.

"I know magic." Su Fu looked at him like a foolish son, "I can find it."

"I won't buy it after that."

"I have money! Buy it myself—"

Before she could finish her words, a sharp burning pain suddenly rose from her left arm and quickly spread to her whole body. Her movements of getting up and getting out of bed stopped suddenly.

And the quietly burning neon outside the window slowly turned into a mysterious phosphorescent blue. Su Fu stared at the window, and a vivid silver-blue phoenix gently landed beside her.

The sharp beak of the phoenix opened and closed, and what came out was Dumbledore's vigilant voice: "There was a parade of Death Eaters at the Quidditch World Cup, and someone released the Dark Mark. I suggest you not come back for now, but stay in the U.S."

After speaking, the phoenix turned into a puff of smoke and slowly dissipated. Su Fu was stunned for a moment, then heard Sherlock ask, "Did Voldemort appear in England?"

"No, it shouldn't be him," Su Fu quickly realized, "It's so courageous to choose the time of the Quidditch World Cup... I even forgot that today is the World Cup final."

"What was that bird—phoenix?"

"The patron saint," Su Fu explained, "the wizard will use the patron saint to convey messages in critical moments, and its greatest use is to repel the dementors."

Sherlock nodded knowingly, he remembered that Su Fu had explained things like dementors to him on the phone not long ago.

"Dumbledore doesn't want me to go back..."

Sherlock reminded her in a timely manner: "Your injury has not healed yet, you are a patient."

"That's right, going back at this time really won't be of much help," Su Fu sat back on the bed and said thoughtfully, "But the Dark Mark—this is a signal that Voldemort is still alive, he will come back, it should be Before long, I will be called..."

"call?"

"Don't forget," Su Fu said calmly, "I used to be a Death Eater."

Sherlock bent over and pulled her left arm, and after rolling up the sleeve of the hospital gown, on her pale arm, there was a ferocious totem, with skeletons and snakes intertwined, and it was surprisingly hot at this time.

After a while, he said, "It's really ugly..."

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One year later.

Su Fu untied a newspaper from the owl's claws, browsed through it and found no useful information, and then threw it aside. She looked up at the clock on the wall. It was eleven o'clock in the morning. She wondered if it was It was time to make lunch, and then I heard a weak voice from behind the sofa: "Boring..."

If he was sitting on the sofa, then with Mr. Detective's impressive height, others would definitely be able to see his back, but now it seems that there is no one on the sofa from behind, one can imagine that he must be like a salted fish Lying down.

"Will you not be bored just lying down like this!" Su Fu replied.

The lying person seemed to have turned over, reached out and waved towards her, and asked unexpectedly, "Where are we?"

Su Fu patted his forehead and said helplessly, "Los Angeles."

After nearly a minute, the other party whispered: "Why are we in Los Angeles?"

Su Fu: "..."

"We've been here for two months, my dear," she walked over and looked down at Sherlock who was lying on the sofa facing inward, poked his curly hair, and said thoughtfully, "I'm Didn’t I have to take you to the hospital for amnesia, you’ve already asked me several times..."

"Why did I leave London, I miss Inspector Leicester..."

"I'm sure that your miss is definitely not sincere," Su Fu tried to pull him up from the sofa, "and we haven't been back to London since we left New York Central Hospital, okay? You still miss the Inspector...you miss Scotland field case?"

"Americans are so boring," Sherlock asked her, indifferent to her tugging on his arm, with big blue-green eyes. "Why isn't the White House exploding?"

Su Fu pointed at him and said, "I think you are reminding me all the time that you are a high-functioning sociopath, be careful that I send you to a mental hospital."

Sherlock said disgustedly: "You are speaking as if you are some ignorant ordinary person... What news is there in the newspaper?"

Su Fu pulled a piece of paper at random, and said in a flat voice: "'The Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, held a press conference a few days ago to clarify that the mysterious man has not returned, and all news about the mysterious man is malicious rumors—'"

"I'm not talking about the wizarding world," Sherlock interrupted impatiently, "I don't want to hear the name of the poor fool Cornelius Fudge ever again - don't ordinary people have any news? "

"I also don't want to see the fat face of this poor fool," Su Fu said, throwing away the copy of the Daily Prophet, which was across the sea, and grabbed another newspaper and looked at it, "London is nothing serious either. , securities, finance, political parties, nothing that interests you..."

"We're in America now, what's the use of reading British newspapers?"

"Appear in London in an instant, and I can help you do that."

Sherlock muttered, "Apparition is not pleasant at all..."

Su Fu changed a copy of "Time Magazine" and flipped through it, without raising his head, he said, "A scientist who has never heard of it won the Fundamental Physics Prize because he researched—what the hell, I can't understand it at all. The new generation of Hollywood Actress—I don’t know, I’ve never seen it. The federal Supreme Court justice resigned—wasn’t this reported last week? To be fair, I think the paper media is really going to be cold..."

She threw away the magazine again, picked up her phone and glanced at it: "It's all gossip, nothing at all—huh?"

"have what?"

"Murder, right here in Los Angeles, the town to the east... a haunted house? Someone entered a house and died."

"Are you sure this is not an advertisement used by the local tourism bureau to attract tourists looking for novelties?"

Su Fu flipped through the phone: "How could there be such a crazy advertisement? There is one that publishes the information of the deceased..."

Sherlock jumped to his feet and snatched the phone from her hand.

Su Fu turned around and went into the kitchen, thinking about what to have for lunch, but before she could come to a conclusion, Sherlock leaned in and said to her, "We're leaving."

Su Fu looked confused: "Where are you going?"

"Go to town and visit the haunted house."

Su Fu: "..."

She was pulled out by Sherlock, and while wiping her hands, she shouted, "Are you going to eat? Lying there early in the morning, aren't you hungry?"

"I'll be full if I have a case." There was undisguised excitement in the voice.

Su Fu caught the coat he threw over, and said dryly, "I'm not interested in haunted houses at all, I want to eat."

"We can eat in the town..." Mr. Detective pulled his girlfriend and kissed him, then pushed her out, heading towards the famous haunted house in Los Angeles.

In the car, Su Fu leaned against the window with his coat in his arms and watched the rapidly receding street scene outside. In the early autumn, the branches and leaves of the street trees that had not yet fallen into a long blurred golden belt.She still has some discomfort with the Mediterranean climate in Los Angeles, which is dry and warm, so she often thinks of the rainy and foggy London.

When she first remembered, she was not used to the British way of life because of the memories of her previous life. Now that she has left the UK, she is not used to the American way of life. British food is a little bit better.

Dumbledore doesn't quite approve of her going back at this juncture, a lot has happened this year - at New York Central Hospital, the one where Dumbledore's Patronus brought her news of the Death Eater parade at the Quidditch World Cup She'd known all night that Voldemort was coming back, and now he was.

Not long after the Triwizard Tournament, 14-year-old Harry Potter witnessed his classmates being killed by the Unforgivable Curse, experienced the whole process of Voldemort's rebirth and gathered his followers, and was even forced to fight against the Dark Lord ...But wizards in the entire magic world, almost no one believes him.

poor child.

Su Fu sighed, and Sherlock, who was obsessed with murders, said after half a minute: "I heard you sigh."

His tone was quite firm and steady.

"I was thinking about Harry..."

Sherlock raised his eyebrows and interrupted her suddenly: "We'll go back to London when this case is over. I miss Inspector Lestrade very much."

"Don't worry about it," Su Fu rolled his eyes and said worriedly, "Of course the principal is doing it for my own good, but I always feel uneasy staying here..."

She stared out the window frowning. She was discharged from the hospital eleven months ago. Severus came to visit her specially and told her that Dumbledore had temporarily asked Alastor Moody to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts, so she didn't have to Returning to the UK in a hurry.Not only because of the sudden frequent activities of the Death Eaters, but also because the Triwizard Tournament will be held soon, and many "acquaintances" will probably show up. He reminded Su Fukakaroff before that he would return to England. Hitt's, Severus was relatively cautious, and this time he fully agreed with Dumbledore's point of view, and he didn't want her to go back very much.

"The people from the Ministry of Magic are indeed unlikely to have the time to notice you, but the Death Eaters are different. What happened at the World Cup has not been investigated until now. They are completely hiding in the dark. This is not a good omen." The Potions professor said Said.

And it happened that Sherlock encountered a theft of precious medicines in the hospital. The case was very pending, otherwise it would not have aroused Sherlock's interest, so he investigated and helped the police station. He will not leave until the case is over. In New York, Su Fu took advantage of the trend to stay.

They've been to a few places since then, and sometimes they've run into some interesting little cases, and Sherlock is still investigating Moriarty's drug network.They arrived in Los Angeles two months ago, temporarily stopped by a murder case.

In fact, they were going back to England at the beginning of this year, but Dumbledore paid a sudden visit on the way, and after chatting with Sherlock for two hours, the detective suddenly changed his mind.

He would read some books related to magic, ask some mysterious questions that sometimes Su Fu couldn't answer, and then continue to write letters to Dumbledore, using a language that Su Fu had never seen before.

Sometimes he would read letters from Sirius, but usually he would read a sentence or two and put them aside, because he thought Sirius Black was good at talking nonsense and wasting pen and ink, and every time he talked about his Godson Harry, he was excited and incoherent as if he was on drugs.

At this moment, Su Fu would pick up the letter paper that he had ignored and finish reading, and then she found that he was doing nothing while she was reading the letter, just staring blankly at the ceiling.

Su Fu once asked what Dumbledore had said to him, and he answered her casually: "Gossip."

Su Fu said speechlessly: "I don't know when you are willing to waste time gossiping with others?"

And he answered ambiguously: "Dumbledore is a very interesting person."

If he didn't tell, Su Fu didn't ask any more, so they stayed in the United States for a year, until today, the haunted house jumped in front of the two of them like a mystery.

"We have arrived."

Sherlock's deep and clear voice interrupted her thoughts.

The author has something to say: Sherlock: Americans are so boring.

Author: Fortunately, I didn't include all the "Criminal Minds", "Crime Scene Investigation", "Bones" and so on, how scary this world is...

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