[Comprehensive] Sherlock's Secret

"What the hell?" Severus asked almost calmly.

"There is something about Sue." Dumbledore walked up the steps and stood beside him, "but I don't know if I should tell her the truth."

"It's rare," Severus sneered, "You also hesitate sometimes?"

"I have no reason to hesitate..." Dumbledore turned and walked into the castle.

Severus realized that things were not as simple as he thought, and asked with a frown, "Seriously?"

"Quite serious," Dumbledore's lips moved, before finally saying, "I don't think I can tell you yet, it's best for Su to tell you this matter himself."

"So you decided to tell her anyway?" The mocking look returned to Severus' face.

"This matter..." Dumbledore suddenly laughed twice, "It's not up to me to decide."

Severus waved his hand: "You'd better think about how to deal with Potter's court session this weekend."

As he said that, he turned and went back to the cellar, deciding to discuss the matter with the principal after pressing down.

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"You left in such a hurry, I thought you were going to live in the Ministry of Magic tonight!" When Su Fu entered the door, Aberforth was standing on the stairs holding a kerosene lamp, his face could not be seen clearly in the dim light, but The mocking voice was full of air.

"Those idiots from the Ministry of Magic," Su Fu said angrily, "Fudge actually wanted to parachute a woman who looks like a tortoise to be a teacher at Hogwarts, and the school is his home? The whole world is fucking , tolerate him, love him and tolerate him?"

"Dolores Umbridge?" Aberforth said the name precisely.

Su Fu walked upstairs and said in surprise, "You actually know her?"

It is enough to see how popular Umbridge looks.

"She is not a good person," Aberforth warned. "Recently, people have been panicked because of the mysterious man. The senior deputy minister has personally shut down several newspapers and radio stations."

"Fudge's right-hand man?" Su Fu asked.

"I'm afraid it's more than that, she has a lot of power, tsk tsk."

Su Fu thought of a certain possibility, and shook his head again. He also felt that the probability of two wizards being attacked by dementors at the same time in one night was almost comparable to her going to persuade Voldemort to put down his butcher knife and become a Buddha immediately. This person has a heart.

She took the kerosene lamp from Aberforth and carried it upstairs, saying, "Good night, Aberforth."

Aberforth ignored her and went back with his slippers.

When Su Fu pushed the door and entered, Sherlock was sitting in front of the fireplace, the jumping fire light tore his shadow into all kinds of strange ghosts and ghosts, his back was facing the door, his right elbow rested on the armrest of the chair, fingertips Placing it on the temple, he was thinking about something, so he didn't even notice Su Fu pushed the door in.

"What are you thinking?" Su Fu walked up to him.

He raised his head to look at her belatedly, his face was expressionless, but his handsome eyebrows were slightly furrowed, as if he had always been like this before Su Fu came in, but when he saw her, he furrowed even deeper, his glass-like eyes The child moved slightly, made a nasal sound, and said, "I miss you..."

Su Fu was taken aback for a moment, then immediately asked, "What's wrong with me?"

Sherlock stood up suddenly, grabbed her shoulders and pressed her on the chair, while he squatted beside her, putting his hands on the arm of the chair.

"Before you came back, Dumbledore and I talked," he said carefully, "Voldemort is not dead, he is back, he has encountered several life-and-death crises before this, but he still or came back-- "

"What exactly are you going to say?" Su Fu interrupted him with a puzzled look on his face.

Sherlock seemed to sigh lightly, and then immediately resumed his normal speaking speed: "Dumbledore thought that he had been looking for a way to live forever, and he had achieved his goal, so death came back again, and after his The conjecture and my investigation prove that he made something called a horcrux, split his soul and attached it to the object as a horcrux, as long as the horcrux is not destroyed, his soul will not die."

The expression on Su Fu's face was blank for a moment.

After a while, she suddenly sighed: "No wonder..."

"and also--"

"What else?"

"you."

"What happened to me?"

Sherlock stood up again, his body froze like a statue, and paused for a moment. Su Fu knew that he was thinking, and five seconds later, he leaned over and put his hands on the armrests of the chair, almost covering the light in front of Su Fu. .

The firelight overflowed from behind him, the light was behind him, and because he was in the shadow, even the contours of his cheeks were dimly traced, as if he had been covered with a layer of cold steel.

He stared at Su Fu, his eyes were sharp and cold, but not so sharp, as if he was hiding some complex emotions.

Su Fu also stared at him, and saw his puzzled expression in his glass-like eyes.

If she had just met Sherlock two years ago, she would have felt that there was nowhere to hide under this kind of gaze, and it would have made people feel uncomfortable that their lives were hanging by a thread.

Even now, she is still not used to such a heavy, depressing and serious gaze and atmosphere.

She leaned forward, knocked her forehead heavily on his forehead, and said jokingly, "You're so close to me, I thought you were going to kiss me?"

"It's not a joke." He said, the hot air between his lips and teeth was on the tip of her nose.

Su Fu thought in his heart... I can see it.

He moved on, pressed his lips to hers lightly, moved away a little, and said, "Voldemort split his soul so he can't die, and you—you can't die like him, so—"

"What if it's caused by other reasons?" Su Fu interrupted him with a cold voice.

"That night in the haunted house," she was so close, she could almost feel the slight vibration in Sherlock's throat under the deep and clear voice, "the ancient pair Nora Montgomery used the soul spell, and the pure spirit body and The souls of living people have effects. Normal living people are affected very slightly, but you fainted at that time and didn't wake up naturally until a few hours later. Your soul is incomplete. Like Voldemort, you once split your own soul. Soul, you have a Horcrux, so you cannot die."

There was almost no gap between his sentences, but every time he said a sentence, Su Fu's face became paler, even under the dim light, it was so obvious.

"How do you split a soul to make a Horcrux?" Su Fu asked.

"Killing."

About a century has passed.

She raised her hand and hugged him: "I forgot, I don't know what a Horcrux is, you have to show me your materials and books, Voldemort erased that part of my memory, it must be related to the Horcrux, he He didn’t want anyone to know his secret, so I also forgot it, and according to his greedy and cautious personality, he definitely wouldn’t make just one Horcrux, I think he…”

"do not talk."

He patted her on the back, pulled her hand from his shoulder and held it in his hand, and then slowly knelt down in front of her again: "Let's talk about it tomorrow..."

Su Fu let out a "huh".

Her face was still pale, like a piece of paper, but expressionless, even her dark eyes were as calm as a pool of water, but not stagnant water, she looked the same as usual, as if the split soul mattered to her There was no surprise, and no mood swings at all.

Sherlock was still looking at her.

"Okay," Su Fu waved his hands wildly in the air, "Actually, I'm not as calm as I appear on the surface. I feel clueless, and it seems that I was shocked as expected. I don't know how to describe it. Checking the score of the college entrance examination is [-] times more uncomfortable..."

"Then go to bed?" Sherlock suggested sincerely, it was hard to believe that he still had this expression and tone switching mode, "Or listen to me to continue... some investigation and analysis process and details."

"The latter." Su Fu said without hesitation. She waved her hand behind her, and another chair rolled over and stopped beside Sherlock, muttering, "If I can still fall asleep I'm afraid I'm a fairy—you sit and speak slowly, slowly..."

Starlight was replaced by dawn light.

The magic flame in the fireplace of the house was burning tirelessly, and the high temperature caused the air to twist indistinctly.

"Just eat breakfast..." Su Fu muttered, got up and opened the window.

The cold wind in the morning made her already sober even more sober.

"I miss Mrs. Hudson and Molly, and Inspector Lestrade." She said, looking out the window, the darkness stirring with the light at dawn.

"I'm sure you miss the Inspector not because of the Scotland Yard case," Sherlock said behind her, a slight weariness in his voice.

She turned and said, "When you get back to London, you must visit Mrs. Hudson with me, and you must invite Jasmine and the Inspector for Christmas this year. If Freya and Edmund can come back then, we will It could not be better."

"I don't really want to waste time sitting on Mrs. Hudson's sofa listening to her gossip about her drug-dealing husband being raped and her old girlfriends," Sherlock said.

"It's not negotiable." Su Fu smiled with a half-hearted smile.

"Then forget it, don't discuss it, I'll go."

In the slightly cold dawn wind, the two looked at each other and laughed at the same time.

The author has something to say: ah ah ah ah I have a toothache, it hurts like hell.

Tired.