[Comprehensive] Sherlock's Secret

The destination of Su Fu's apparition is Hogsmeade.

She hadn't returned to England for a long time, and she wasn't sure whether the Ministry of Magic had sent dementors and Aurors here to monitor, so she immediately cast the Disillusionment Curse on herself and Sherlock.

After walking for a distance on the secluded country road without finding anything unusual, she stopped and lifted the illusion spell.

The flame of the wand was slowly burning between the two of them, and any face under the faint blue light would not be very pretty, but she felt that Sherlock's face was especially ugly at this time.

"Because of Apparating?" she asked.

Sherlock shook the collar of his windbreaker and muttered, "When will you be able to invent a few spells to experience good senses?"

"We are not that great," Su Fu said with a smile, "These are all treasures left by the predecessors, and we just use them. As for the spells invented today... they are not commonly used."

She remembered the "fuchsia" invented by Severus and the "sticking charm" she invented in sixth grade. Once the spell was said, anything close to it would stick together until the magic effect passed. Bounce away, otherwise it will be useless to take any action. This spell once swept the entire Slytherin house. At that time, Professor Slughorn was still the head, and there was nothing he could do about her.

"I invented a very interesting spell," she said, "it's called the Paste Charm..."

She told Sherlock the effect of the spell, and he was silent for a moment, then said: "In terms of function, this spell is useless except for pranks..."

"It can be used when fighting," Su Fu said seriously, "The effect is beyond your expectation, and—"

She held Sherlock's hand in front of the two of them: "I can glue your hand to mine, so you can no longer hide and scare me."

Sherlock looked at her for a while, then whispered, "It won't happen in the future."

Su Fu smiled, took his arm, and continued: "That spell was created when I fought with a Gryffindor in sixth grade, and I glued him to a movable staircase in Hogwarts. At last, he was hanging on the handrail of the building and could not get up and down. In the end, the deans of the two colleges came, and Professor McGonagall could not lift the spell. Finally, our dean, Professor Slughorn, used a bottle specially designed to lift the spell. The cursed potion saved that Gryffindor..."

"I think," Sherlock's tone was a little depressed, "you really have enough time..."

Su Fu laughed and said: "Then Professor McGonagall deducted points from both colleges, and only she would deduct points from her own college mercilessly. If only our dean came over, he would definitely not get any points." He would deduct points, because he didn't want to deduct points from his own college, but he didn't want to be told by the students that he was biased, so he simply didn't deduct points from both colleges.

But the student may be called to his office for confinement - there is no doubt that I was called to his office that night, but not to accept punishment. For two hours, he discussed with me that I was He's more interested in a random spell, even if it's a jinx..."

"Professor Slughorn is...a very vain person," Su Fu slowed down his speech, "He likes to deal with celebrities and successful people, he likes that feeling, so he will give special preferential treatment to those from wealthy families, Or students with special talents, Tom and I were his favorite students at that time, he had a 'slug club', which was used to gather those students he liked, and he sometimes held small meetings in his office He even took me to his little party the other day after we had discussed sticking spells—”

Sherlock stopped suddenly, staring at her with heavy eyes: "Your dean appreciates your talent in spells, so he is willing to discuss a not-so-glamorous spell with you?"

"Yes," Su Fu nodded, "I was a top student at the time, and I could get 'O's in all subjects except divination, and the dean...has a flexible mind and brain, and he has a bright face for evil curses." It’s not very glorious, but if it’s just an academic discussion, it’s harmless. I’m interested in this, so he will discuss it with me because he knows that my future achievements will not be low. This is like a kind of wooing. A sort of--"

"Investment." Sherlock said sharply.

"Ah, so to speak..."

"And where's Tom Riddle?" he asked suddenly.

Su Fu was a little confused, so: "He was also very good as a student. Of course, Professor Slughorn favored him. It can even be said that he is the most favored student of the dean."

"Slughorn, I've seen this surname—" He put his hands on both sides of his temples, pacing back and forth in place, half a minute later, he suddenly raised his head, and in the distance, above the vast sky, came from tens of thousands of light-years away. The clear moonlight and the light of the stars were all reflected in his eyes, so in those eyes, it was as if a spark had been ignited, which was astonishingly bright in an instant.

"Horace Slughorn - "Intermediate Potion Making Ideas", "32 Processes of Awakening Potion", it must be him!"

Su Fu patted him on the shoulder and said, "I don't even remember what monographs and papers the dean wrote, you can do it!"

Sherlock didn't know what to think of, he punched the fence beside him angrily, and the white fence, which was not very stable, shook slightly, and he muttered quickly: "I'm so stupid——student If you are full of hope and curiosity about something, of course you will ask the teacher first, especially this teacher doesn't mind the nature of the 'knowledge' he asked, why didn't I think it must be his teacher!"

The more he talked, the more blurred the following words and sentences, Su Fu could only hear the first sentence clearly, she couldn't laugh or cry and said: "If you are stupid, how can others live?"

Sherlock turned to her: "Are you here to find Dumbledore?"

"Yes, the dementors appeared in London for no reason. I have to confirm with him whether they were sent by someone or something went wrong with Azkaban."

"Then let's go quickly." He pointed to the small slope ahead.

Su Fu looked at him suspiciously: "Why are you looking for Dumbledore in such a hurry?"

"I want to see him," Sherlock showed his usual meaningless perfunctory smirk, but under Su Fu's gaze, he deepened the smile and gave it a little real meaning, "Say something about the last time There is no clear question.”

"Okay," Su Fu turned and walked down the slope, "Just say what you like, I won't ask."

Su Fu walked in front, holding up his magic wand to illuminate the darkness ahead, they walked for a long time, no one spoke.

"Sue?" Sherlock called.

Su Fu ignored it.

"Sue!" he called again, with more emphasis.

"Why?" Su Fu stopped walking and turned around, expressionless.

"You have something to tell me," he said.

Su Fu flatly retorted: "No."

"Have."

"no!"

"Your voice has raised, and the fingers of your right hand are grabbing the middle seam of your clothes, which is your usual action of emotional stress—"

"Shut up!" Su Fu's voice was higher, "Don't use me as reasoning!"

"You're angry."

This time Su Fu didn't refute, she took a few deep breaths, and said after a while: "Sorry, sometimes I'm very emotional, I'll pay attention in the future—"

"Don't apologize," Sherlock interrupted, "you've done nothing wrong."

"Then do you think you did something wrong?" Su Fu asked sharply.

"I..." He hesitated for a while before calmly saying, "I don't think I have."

"I don't want to jump to conclusions before I know the truth of the matter," Su Fu said calmer than him, "but no one will get angry for no reason, right?"

"Do you think I'm self-righteous like everyone else?" Sherlock looked at her with calm and quiet eyes, "Think I'm pretentious? I'm a hopeless person who pays attention to bloody crimes every day and doesn't have any normal thoughts in his mind." Drug freak?"

"You don't need to think highly of yourself," Su Fu said, "because you are not a mediocre person in the first place."

"But in relation to your kind, I'm just a Muggle - I know you don't like that word, what about a normal person? No difference, I'm just a normal person," he said, shrugging.

"you are smart……"

"But you can control my consciousness in a blink of an eye," Sherlock pointed his slender finger at his temple, "No matter how sophisticated the brain is, it can't resist a Dementia Curse."

silence.

"But even so, I want to do something for you," he continued, his tone calm. "It doesn't feel good to be useless. It's like when I met a dementor, I saw you lying on the hospital bed Rescue, but I can't do anything."

"Scared," he added an adverb of degree, "very scared."

"I've never been so panic-stricken—I always felt that there was nothing unsolvable in this world. I didn't realize my ignorance until I saw the unknown, wizards, vampires and Ancient One."

"How ignorant are you..." Su Fu retorted subconsciously, "Obviously you know more than me."

"It's just that I'm good at learning, and a lot of people lack that ability."

Su Fu lowered his wand weakly, lowered his head and said, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't be angry..."

Sherlock repeated what he had just said: "Don't apologize, you are not wrong."

"Oh, then..." She took two steps on the spot, swiped her wand to extinguish the fire, and put the wand back into her coat pocket.

Then he jumped in front of Sherlock, put his arms around his neck, tiptoed—

And before she finally got close to him, he lowered his head and kissed her lips.

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