[Comprehensive] Sherlock's Secret

"where?"

"The Hog's Head, where I woke up."

"Are you sure it's the name?"

Even though it was dark and the light was dim, Su Fu still felt that she could clearly see the deep disgust on Sherlock's face. She said, "This place has been open for decades, and no one has ever criticized its name."

"That's delightful," he said dryly.

Su Fu shook his head with a smile, and knocked on Aberforth's door.

"I'm closed!" She knocked on the door three times, and Aberforth replied in a muffled voice from inside.

"It's me," Su Fu yelled loudly, "I have something to do."

The dark wooden door opened in response, and only a single candle was burning in the bar. They went up to the small living room on the second floor. Burning, especially audible in the relatively silent air.

"Can't you knock on my door at a normal time!" Aberforth slammed the rag on the table.

"Something happened," Su Fu said coldly, "You closed the door so early?"

Aberforth twitched his gray beard and said, "What's the matter with you—who's that behind you?"

"I met a dementor on the streets of London, what do you think?" Su Fu closed the door with his hands back, looked back at Sherlock, and said, "He is—"

"You said 'again,'" Sherlock interrupted, addressing Aberforth. "Who else happened tonight?"

Aberforth opened a stool and sat on it, and said in a rough voice, "Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived, encountered a dementor on Privet Drive in Little Whinging, Surrey! And She does!"

Su Fu took a deep breath and asked sharply, "What's going on?"

"Still investigating," Aberforth snorted, "Albus went to the Ministry of Magic before you came here, and I don't know what the result will be. The kid who was attacked by the dementor must have used the Patronus curse, they're going to break his wand..."

Su Fu cursed something, pushed Sherlock to the table and said, "I have to go to the Ministry of Magic, you wait for me here, just tell Aberforth if you need anything."

After speaking, with a wave of his magic wand, he turned the windbreaker on himself into a wizard robe, and disapparated when he went out.

Sherlock: "..."

"How did you know her?" Aberforth suddenly asked after a while.

"I met you at work."

"Fix the chair for me," said Aberforth, prodding the fire with his wand to make it burn hotter. "Work...why use your hands, what are you saving your magic for?"

Sherlock arranged the chair, looked up and said, "I'm not a wizard, I don't know magic."

Aberforth was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously looked back at the oil painting on the wall - Sherlock followed his gaze, it was a portrait of a young girl, the child's blond hair hung docilely on his shoulders, and the sky Usually clear blue eyes, looks quiet and well-behaved.

Seeing someone looking over, she smiled shyly, took a few steps back and hid in the shade behind her.

Aberforth let out a strange "cough cough" sound from his throat. After a while, he looked away and said, "I'd rather you be a squib, because Muggles who know the existence of the wizarding world will be oblivious to it... Damn the International Statute of Secrecy!"

His tone became fierce enough to show his disgust and hatred for that law.

"But I'm just an ordinary... Muggle." Compared with Aberforth, Sherlock's tone was much calmer.

Aberforth waved his hands impatiently, and muttered something to himself, Sherlock only heard words such as "weird", "make friends with Muggles", "more and more courageous".

After tidying up the fireplace, he suddenly turned his head and said loudly as if swearing: "I, an old man, don't have any affection for Muggles, you'd better be careful!"

The blonde girl in the oil painting came out from behind the tree shadow, looked at Aberforth with disapproval in her tender eyes.

After a long time, Aberforth snorted coldly, took out a bunch of keys from the brass handle drawer under the oil painting, held them in his hands, and walked out of the small living room with a loud "crash".

"Follow up!" His irritable voice echoed in the corridor.

He rummaged through the bunch of keys for a long time, finally found one and opened the door of the room at the end of the corridor.

It was dark inside.

Aberforth lit the fireplace with his wand.

The room was not big, but it was very clean. There was a bed against the wall, a round table by the fireplace, three armchairs with purple velvet cushions, a small sofa in the corner, and a pear wood bookcase next to it.

"She was here last time, and I cleaned it up so she can live in it." Aberforth said, lighting the candles one by one.

"Mr. Dumbledore was in the school?" Sherlock asked suddenly.

Aberforth didn't answer.

"Would he know that Harry Potter was attacked by a dementor, but he didn't know that Su also encountered a dementor," Sherlock said, "He's watching Harry Potter?"

"Know Albus?" Aberforth turned his head and looked at him coldly, "Young man, how great do you think the headmaster of Hogwarts is?"

Sherlock was noncommittal. He stared at Aberforth's wire-like gray beard and hair, his eyes flicked over his dirty glasses, and then said: "Are you Aberforth Dumbledore? The principal's -"

"Brother!" gasped Aberforth, he suddenly calmed down after shouting, and asked, "Did she tell you?"

"Guess," Sherlock shrugged, "the Christian name and appearance are very similar, just ask casually and you'll admit it."

Aberforth made a disdainful noise in his nose. He went out with the key in his hand, walked to the door, and turned his head, "Young man, you are not flattering at all."

After he finished speaking, he walked downstairs, but just halfway there, he heard the sound of "bang bang bang" knocking on the door again.

Aberforth threw the key in the air on the bar on the first floor very angrily, and walked downstairs quickly, muttering: "If you don't have something very important, I have to cast a curse—"

He took out his wand.

The door opened for the second time tonight, and the person standing at the door was indeed the Headmaster of Hogwarts.

There was a tired look on his face, and his long white beard was blowing in the night wind, so that it was difficult to see the expression on his face clearly.

Aberforth put down his wand, but without saying a word, turned and went into the room by himself.

"The matter has been settled for the time being. I asked Alastor and the others to pick up Harry, and we will leave tonight." Dumbledore said proactively.

Aberforth turned around, frowned and asked, "You didn't meet Frank?"

Dumbledore asked in surprise: "Why did I meet Sue, isn't she still in the United States?"

"She's back!" Aberforth almost shouted. "She was also attacked by dementors on the streets of London. She came to find you. Now she's at the Ministry of Magic!"

Dumbledore turned and walked towards the door, stopped halfway, and said slowly, "Severus is still in the Ministry of Magic, and they will take care of each other."

Aberforth spat: "According to me, you should have pulled her away from the Ministry of Magic. Now that the limelight is so tight, the You-Know-Who has returned—"

"Are you willing to believe what I say?" Dumbledore interrupted him.

"That kid said it!" Aberforth retorted, but he didn't seem to intend to linger on this topic, he knocked on the crooked stair railing, "There's a Muggle up there, Frank brought Come, I see he wants to find you."

"Mr. Holmes?" Dumbledore raised his head and smiled slightly, "That would be great."

==

Ministry of Magic.

"Albus told the Ministry of Magic that you were visiting America, but I know you were injured there." Alastor Moody asked, his voice hoarse, sounding as though he'd been knifed.

Su Fu walked out of the elevator with him, and said, "It's not a big deal."

Moody laughed twice, lowering his voice so that only two people could hear him: "Why did you come back? Didn't Albus tell you that You-Know-Who has returned?"

At night, the hall of the Ministry of Magic was supposed to be quiet and safe, but at this moment, green flames burst out from the fireplaces on both sides from time to time, and yawning wizards came out one after another.

"I know." Su Fu said calmly.

"I forgot that you should be summoned," Moody sneered. "You haven't changed in the slightest over the years, Frank, I know you will be afraid...the Death Eaters who are hunted down!"

"That Death Eater is already dead." Su Fu stared at his magic eye until she was a little dizzy. She changed the subject, "Is there something important about you leaving the Ministry of Magic in such a hurry tonight?"

"Order of the Phoenix," said Moody, "you must know about Harry Potter. Albus has a reprieve, but he must stand trial."

"Who is in charge of Azkaban now?"

"If I remember correctly, it should be Dolores Umbridge," Moody stretched out a vulture-like finger to poke his magic eye that was suddenly stuck, and said in a grumpy tone, "What kind of foolish command woman!"

"It seems that I have a tough battle tonight." Su Fu showed a slightly unsmiling smile, "Unfortunately, I also encountered a dementor in London."

Surprise and haze flashed across Moody's normal eye, and the magic eye turned wildly: "For this kind of thing, it's not a good choice for you to come to her--and, look at it, isn't it? For the sake of thinking, I have to remind you that the Ministry of Magic wants to send her to Hogwarts to teach the same subjects as you and me, do you think she will treat you well?"

"Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher...is a position that everyone covets."

"I don't think so, Ms. Frank," a hypocritical, sweet, little girl-like voice came from behind the two of them, "This is not a good job, is it?"

As the man spoke, he laughed to himself, choking his shrill and thin throat, clucking like a hen whose neck was pinched.

The author has something to say: First of all, I would like to apologize to everyone for yesterday's update.

After knowing the ending of the voting system, I was so angry that I didn’t even have the mood to code words. If I didn’t even have the right to finish my own article, what’s the point of writing an article.

I just came to JJ in March last year, and I haven’t finished writing an article yet. I don’t know if the work income is enough to be a little transparent. I like JJ very much, and I love my readers, but JJ is really disappointing. , There is no FUCK at all.

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