[Comprehensive] Sherlock's Secret

It was not time for Aberforth to open for business, and when Su Fu and Sherlock went downstairs, he was sitting on the sofa drinking tea.

The curtains were not drawn, and the light in the small living room was still dim.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, the girl in the oil painting above the fireplace smiled softly at the two of them. Su Fu went to stand in front of the fireplace and said softly, "Hello, Arianna."

Goldilocks nodded and stepped back into the shadow of the tree.

"She's still very shy," Aberforth said in a low voice, "I want to pour tea by myself, and go to the kitchen to clean up breakfast by myself."

"I want to go learn to eat in the kitchen!"

"My brother gave all the elves a holiday, leaving only a few shifts to clean the castle," Aberforth laughed, very gloating, "You must not be able to find food when you go there at this time."

"Will the elf agree to take a vacation?" Su Fu was surprised.

"Who knows what ecstasy soup Albus poured into them," Aberforth leaned back on the sofa back, "he is the great headmaster of Hogwarts..."

Su Fu shook his head, went to the kitchen to pack a simple breakfast, and went to Hogwarts with Sherlock in the morning light before Aberforth's bar opened.

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They hiked through the village paths and hillsides, and the early morning mist filled Hogsmeade, casting a veil of mystery over the valley.

"Over there is the street, the Three Broomsticks bar in the middle. Ms. Rosmerta is very beautiful. She knows a lot of people, but no one knows her age; walking past is the Joko Joke Shop, which sells some funny things. at the end is the Duke of Bees, which is the candy shop, and there's a lot of sweets I like—well, I mean, that's where Dumbledore used to go."

"I can hear your love for candy shops from your tone. The first two shops are not very popular with you."

"It's okay, it's okay..." Su Fu said, "Going further there is the Shrieking Shack. It is said that there will be haunted every night of the full moon."

"I thought haunted was just an ordinary person's saying." Sherlock stopped in his tracks.

"Wizards also live a very ordinary life." Su Fu took out his wand and swiped lightly, clearing the morning fog in front of him, looking at the big black iron gate of Hogwarts.

The castle stands in the mist and twilight, the mountains are like clusters, and the dark green layers of midsummer are painted on them. The water on the cliffs is turbulent, and after falling into the lake, there is no movement. At the top of the tower, the situation and the scene seem to have entered a fairy tale dream.

Su Fu put his hands over his eyebrows to block the sun, and waited for a long time without seeing the slightest change in expression on Sherlock's face.

Su Fu said, "Don't you think Hogwarts is beautiful?"

Then I got Sherlock's concise answer: "Beautiful."

Su Fu asked again: "Then why aren't you amazed at all?"

Sherlock: "I've read it in your book a long time ago. By the way, the illustrations in "Hogwarts, A School History" are very beautiful, and there are scenes of alternating morning and evening throughout the year."

Su Fu: "..."

Seeing Su Fu looking at him with a blank face, he raised his eyebrows, then immediately stretched the muscles of his cheeks to make a standard exclamation expression, and then automatically added a sound effect of praise: "Wow——"

Su Fu: "..."

Without hesitation, she turned her head and knocked on the lock with her wand.

The heavy black chain snaked around slowly, the door creaked and she backed away, and she strode in.

Sherlock followed up consciously, and after walking a certain distance, Su Fu turned around and couldn't help laughing and said, "You..."

They walked into the yard, and the water from the fountain scattered the light into a hazy rainbow. The morning breeze was slightly cool, but the whirling sound of the trees and leaves by the lake could be heard in the distance.

Sherlock put his hands in the windbreaker pockets, stood straight and looked at the angel statue in the fountain in the center of the yard, and said, "Is there a high-pressure water pump here? The principle of conservation of momentum?"

"Magic." Su Fu smiled, and at the same time waved his magic wand, the water in the fountain circled in the air, spelling Sherlock's name, and then shattered, scattering countless transparent crystals in the wind.

They walked into the castle, and just as they walked a certain flight of stairs, the ladder suddenly moved towards the left. Sherlock, who had just raised one foot, frowned: "What's going on?"

"This section of stairs will move towards the west once every Wednesday, and then move back on weekends," Su Fu said, "It may feel that it is too idle as a section of stairs."

"You knew that a long time ago," Sherlock strode up after the stairs stopped, "but you didn't remind me?"

"Don't," Su Fu blinked, "I'm surprised if I don't know."

Sherlock: "..."

Su Fu at the bottom waved his hand at him: "Come down now, the direction of the stairs has changed, we have to take a detour."

Sherlock: "..."

They walked all the way through the corridor. The armor on the wall would "bang" and drop its head when seeing people to say hello. Su Fu waved his wand and put it back. In the portrait on the wall, there was a The red-haired woman in the purple scarf saw Su Fu and suddenly cried out in horror. While crying with grief, she sang in a drawn-out voice: "Ah——Professor Frank, I finally waited for you to return. During his absence, Mad-Eye occupied my husband's classroom - he demonstrated the Curse to the students! His voice sounded like it came from hell! He was a devil..."

Sherlock: "..."

Su Fu listened patiently to her singing, and comforted her obviously very skillfully: "Don't worry, Mrs. Sawyer Strass, I will be back to give lectures this semester."

"Ahhhh——" Mrs. Sawyer Strass uttered a high-pitched voice that was difficult for ordinary people to reach, thanked Su Fu with lyrics, and walked away singing.

Sherlock took off his hands covering his ears, and finally there was a crack in the expression on his face: "She—"

"She was an opera singer during her lifetime," Su Fu explained, "Her husband used to be a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts. They were very affectionate, so the professor hung a portrait of his beloved wife in the classroom , and both of them passed away later, but the portrait of Mrs. Sawyer Strass remained forever."

Sherlock nodded, and heard Su Fu continue: "She is actually a Muggle, but now, she must have gotten used to life at Hogwarts."

Her tone was a little sighing, and two people came out side by side from the corner, one was wearing a silver robe, the color of the clothes in the morning light matched his hair and beard very well; Unchanging gloomy expression.

Dumbledores came first before they arrived: "We are all used to life at Hogwarts," he said, walking over, and nodded kindly to Sherlock, "I hope you are happy, Sherlock."

Sherlock seemed noncommittal, Su Fu stepped forward to hug Dumbledore, and said with a smile, "Long time no see, Professor."

Dumbledore patted her on the back lightly, and said lively: "I didn't expect you to give me such an intimate meeting gift, I'm really flattered."

"After all, it's been a long time." Su Fu let go of him, and said to Severus, "Long time no see, Sev."

Severus' tone was also gloomy: "I just saw you last night."

He looked behind Su Fu.

Su Fu took a step back and said to him, "This is Sherlock Holmes, my boyfriend."

Turning around again: "This is Severus Snape, Professor of Potions, old friend."

Severus stepped forward first, and slowly stretched out a hand from the sleeve of the wide wizard robe. Under his indifferent expression, he gradually became more interested, or mocking, and said softly, "It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Holmes."

Sherlock held his hand. He was taller, so his posture was slightly leaning forward. He smiled, his eyes narrowed, and the corners of his lips raised. He seemed very happy, but Su Fu knew that it was the most perfunctory expression he usually had. A fake smile is no different at all.

His voice was not low: "I have known you for a long time, Professor Snape."

They probably didn't shake hands for more than a second.

Severus put his hands into his sleeves, and his expression became indifferent again: "It's still early today, and Frank will take Mr. Holmes to have a good tour of Hogwarts at one o'clock. Of course, don't travel alone, let's not talk about getting lost. , The castle’s age is beyond our comprehension, so it’s not good if you don’t encounter something difficult to deal with.”

"Oh," Sherlock nodded in agreement, "Thank you for your concern, I will ask more about unfamiliar places, and Professor Snape must be willing to answer me at all—for example, why didn't you go to the greenhouse this morning? Wear a pair of protective gloves, saliva is corrosive when the mandrake is not mature..."

He shook his head regretfully, and muttered in a low voice: "Maybe it's strong acid?" He raised his voice again, "By the way, a friendly reminder, you need to bask in the sun, and if you stay in the cellar, you will definitely suffer from calcium deficiency." Osteoporosis, rickets, rickets. Possibly dull skin—obviously you've got that, and depression."

Severus' face darkened: "Don't worry, I'm a pharmacist myself...and, the mandrakes in the greenhouse matured three days ago, and the wound on my finger was treated yesterday left by the Tra snake."

"I'm not actually talking about your fingers," Sherlock pointed at him, "it's your sleeves."

Severus subconsciously looked at his sleeve, but there was no trace on it.

Bystander Su Fu: "..."

Dumbledore smiled happily.

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