[Comprehensive] Sherlock's Secret

He watched the young Hogwarts Transfiguration professor take the little girl to buy books, cauldrons, school uniforms, and finally they went to the wand shop.

"This is very important," Dumbledore reminded Sherlock, "Mr. Ollivander is a very wise man, and his research and insights on wands are probably few people in the world."

In the small shop, the bells rang slightly in the wind, and some mysterious rustling sounds followed. Ollivander slowly stepped down from the ladder and said softly: "Albus, and this lady ,good afternoon."

His voice was too ethereal, as if it reached people's ears through the foggy and silent valley, and Su Fu, who was looking at the wand ornaments in the glass closet with his back turned, was startled.

She turned around unexpectedly, and saw the old man whose eyes were as light as silver moons.

"To buy a wand?" Ollivander said, pulling a tattered measuring tape from the side. "Do you prefer to be left-handed or right-handed?"

"Right hand."

Like a small snake, the tape measure squirmed and measured the size for Su Fu. Ollivander immediately took out a wand box from the shelf next to it and handed it to Su Fu: "Boxwood, ten inches, dragon's nerve rod core ..."

Su Fu waved it in his hand, but Ollivander snatched it away, shook his head and changed another one.

Then replaced a few more.

Dumbledore said to Sherlock: "Mr. Ollivander likes to let every little wizard who buys a wand try a few more wands. The more he tries, the happier he is... He even remembers every wand he has ever sold. .”

quirky hobby.

And Su Fu in the memory, after trying No.12 wands, finally found her true love - the silver fir wand with thestral feather core.

She shook it slightly in her hand, and the magic wand in the window immediately exploded into pieces.

"Ah, that's it!" Ollivander almost danced with excitement, "It's good at spells, and it's very destructive!"

Su Fu didn't dare to move anymore, she looked at her new wand carefully, and asked, "Sir, why do you think it must be it?"

"The wand chooses the wizard, dear," Ollivander said softly, "The wand is a tool for the wizard to perform magic. It chooses you, and it will be your lifelong partner."

"Then, can I use someone else's wand?" Su Fu was puzzled, "I mean, if my own wand is temporarily lost or broken, after all, there will always be emergencies..."

Ollivander laughed: "What a thoughtful little witch."

The young Dumbledore also laughed. He stroked Su Fu's head and said, "I think Mr. Ollivander is willing to answer this question for you."

"Of course," Ollivander nodded, "of course... the best performance of magic must come from the most intimate combination between the wizard and the wand, that is to say, the magic power cast by your own wand must be the most powerful. Yes, of course, you can also use other people's wands, but the effect of the spells you read will definitely not be ideal, as it must be in the general situation... Albus, could you please cooperate with me and demonstrate it to this studious child? "

"Of course." The young Dumbledore happily agreed, and he waved his wand to conjure a glass, "Next, I will experiment with a basic spell, but it is also a very destructive magic - Reductor Curse (Bones in pieces)! "

Suddenly, there was an explosion, and the glass cup turned into a cloud of silvery white powder and flowed down from the edge of the table.

Su Fu's eyes widened.

"Now, let's try another wand..."

Dumbledore conjured another glass, and Ollivander casually gave him a new magic war. He cast the same spell, and after a red light flashed, the glass also exploded, but only shattered into pieces. Several shards of glass.

Ollivander took the wand from him, and said: "It will find a wizard suitable for it... So you see, the effect is obviously different. The simplest spell can also achieve the same effect in the hands of a skilled wizard. Unintended effect—provided he uses the wand with which he is closest."

Dumbledore swept the powder and glass shards away with magic.

Su Fu nodded, hesitated for a moment, and finally couldn't help asking: "Then, the only way to get a wand is to go to a wand shop to buy it?"

"Aha, there are skilled wand makers in every country in the world," Ollivander said. "When children reach an age, their parents take them to buy their own wands... Of course, there are more than one way to get a wand." This one, and there is another less peaceful method called... seizing."

"If you duel a wizard and you beat him, then you win his wand, and the wand's allegiance changes, it recognizes you, and you really own it."

"How can the wand have its own thoughts?" Su Fu looked at the wand in his hand and asked in disbelief.

"For those of us who study the knowledge of wands, there is a principle that must be kept in mind." Ollivander arranged the wand boxes in the cabinet, turned to look at Su Fu with a mysterious and gentle expression, "it is very important for the wand to choose a wizard." important."

Dumbledore's memory came to an abrupt end.

They withdrew from the Pensieve.

"I think, before this, you must have never known about wands." Dumbledore said firmly.

Sherlock looked at him motionlessly: "Su is not interested in these things, she doesn't have any books on this subject."

"Of course," Dumbledore sighed, "so how do you feel now?"

"There's nothing wrong with Sue's wand," Sherlock said. "She's holding the one you took her to buy from Ollivander."

He paused, then continued: "Do you have anything else to show me?"

Dumbledore did not speak.

Sherlock walked around the table and walked up to him: "No great detective can get close to the truth without enough clues—"

"I hope you can find some relevant information to read temporarily."

Sherlock smiled briefly: "I'm not your student."

"But I'm a teacher," Dumbledore smiled softly, "No matter how smart people are, they will make mistakes, and the smarter people will make more serious mistakes. Caution is not a bad habit, Sherlock."

Sherlock sneered noncommittally.

"Su's personality was a bit similar to yours when he was studying." Dumbledore lowered his head and cleaned up the memory and Pensieve on the table, and said casually, "He is talented, despises the rules, and treats many things with care... It has nothing to do with the incident just now , but I thought you might be willing to take a look?"

He stopped his movements while speaking, raised his wand to his temple, slowly pulled out a strand of silver-blue silk thread, and placed it in the Pensieve.

"Just like before, you have my permission."

……

This time Sherlock landed in a bright circular classroom.

It was still the young Albus Dumbledore, this time wearing a crimson wizard robe, with a wand in his hand bit by bit, apparently demonstrating spells to the students.

Under the podium, there were twenty or thirty boys and girls wearing exactly the same black robes. They were about fourteen or fifteen years old. On the table in front of them were a tome of books, ink bottles and quills.

Sherlock walked through the classroom aisle, and finally found Su Fu in the third row to the left.

She has obviously grown a lot taller, but she is still thin, her hair has grown to the middle of her back, and she just wears it as she likes, but her appearance has hardly changed, but she will lie on the table as if she has no bones. Watching the teacher give a lecture, and scribbled on the textbook with the quill in her hand, Sherlock clearly saw that she drew the illustration of a head portrait of a transfiguration master in the textbook into the appearance of an octopus.

The boy next to her touched her elbow, as if trying to persuade her to sit up and listen to the class. She quickly grabbed the boy's hand, drew an old man Ding on the back of his hand, and admired her painting very happily.

The boy waited until she finished painting, then reluctantly withdrew his hand, and quietly recited a cleansing spell to himself under the table.

"Mr. Riddle, please come and show everyone the transformation spell I just described."

The boy sitting next to Su Fu stood up and walked onto the podium.

"That's Tom Riddle, the boy Voldemort."

Dumbledore didn't know when he appeared next to him, and suddenly said.

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"What happened?" Severus asked, "You didn't look like that just now."

Su Fu went up to the tower together with him, and the warm sun shone down warmly in the morning, and the whole castle was covered with a layer of pale gold.

"There is a very difficult thing..." Su Fu sighed, "Have you heard of Horcruxes?"

Severus frowned, "What?"

"A very evil black magic artifact," Su Fu said, "split one's soul through killing, and attach the soul to something. If the Horcrux exists forever, then the owner of the Horcrux will not die. "

The morning wind blew Severus' curtain-like hair into a mess, and half of it covered his face, but he didn't push it away, and he didn't speak.

After a while, Su Fu said, "Yes, what you thought was right... Voldemort and me."

"Didn't you— Dumbledore say that the reason why you were killed without the Avada Kedavra is still unknown?" Severus raised his voice, "How dare you conclude that—"

"That's what Dumbledore investigated," Su Fu interrupted him, "otherwise how would I know? My memory is incomplete..."

Severus cursed something, greeted her hurriedly, turned and left.

"What are you going to do?"

"Go to the library to get some books," he said sarcastically, "I have to go back to my old business of studying black magic, I hope Dumbledore won't misunderstand me because of this."

"I'm going with you, I also need to understand—" Su Fusong shrugged, and finally changed the phrase, "Need to understand again."

Severus stopped in his tracks and turned to ask her, "Then why did you drag me up the tower just now, wouldn't it be better to go directly to the library?"

Su Fu replied as a matter of course: "Because Sherlock said that you need to bask in the sun, and there is no sun in the library."

Severus: "…"

The author has something to say: I made an appointment with Shentu Juanjuan to eat hot pot at night, maybe I will come back too late to write, so I will update it now.

If I get home early, I'll write another chapter.

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