[Comprehensive] Sherlock's Secret

Mrs. Pince went home on vacation, and there was only silence and dust in the huge library, and the house elves would come to clean it every once in a while.

Through the huge long windows, sunlight cuts in a thin strip, and the dust floats in it, and when it lands, it is startled by sudden footsteps.

Severus and Su Fu went all the way inward, directly passing through the isolation zone in the first district.

They exchanged a few words, and then separated between two different bookshelves.

……

It wasn't until noon that Su Fu remembered that it was time for lunch, so he belatedly called Severus, and when they reached the kitchen, the elf told her that Dumbledore and a man he had never seen before Mr. has finished eating and left.

In the afternoon they went to Dumbledore's office first, Severus was going to move the book back to the cellar to continue reading, Su Fu was going to follow his example and move the book back to his office, Sherlock went to the library with her, because Deng Bullido gave him some "homework".

Severus walked away first, and when Su Fu saw him walk by the window, the sun quietly fell on his right cheek, pure white as snow.

Then he waved his hands as if chasing flies away, glanced out of the window in disgust, made a special detour to the place where the sun was, and hurried away.

Su Fu: "..."

Poor Sev, I have a dark heart about basking in the sun.

She smiled and shook her head to look for Sherlock. As soon as she passed through the aisle, she heard a howl of "Aww", and then she saw Sherlock was closing a very thick book, and the book was thrashing and struggling to His hand was pinched off.

Su Fu went over and poked the spine of the book with his magic wand, the heavy book fluttered a few more times before finally calming down like a bird in a cage.

""A History of Magic Wands in the Past 300 Years"?" Su Fu looked at the title of the book, "Since when did you become interested in magic wands?"

"You don't even have a book about wands," Sherlock said.

"I really haven't," Su Fu recalled, and said, "Because I think the knowledge of wands is very profound, and only wand craftsmen can deeply understand this knowledge."

"It's just because you're not interested." Sherlock pointed out the reason straight to the point.

Su Fu didn't want to talk to him, and gathered together the books she hadn't finished reading in the morning, and then said to him, "Let's go to the tower."

……

They spent the next few days quietly immersing themselves in research. Su Fu understood the main principles and operation process of Horcruxes, and even accompanied Sherlock to visit the whole school, that's right, the whole school. They even After walking through all the secret passages in the school, I went to watch (molest) the Whomping Willow, and went around the Forbidden Forest, but of course I didn’t go deep.

Severus would come to her sometimes, so it was inevitable that Sherlock and Sherlock would exchange cynicism. Regarding this, Su Fu said that she couldn't get in the way at all in front of the two bosses with MAX skill. Happy.

Dumbledore went to see Professor Slughorn once, but the result did not seem to be very satisfactory. The part of the memory given to him by Horace Slughorn has been tampered with, and of course it cannot escape the experience of some highly skilled magicians present. The wizard's eyes.

"He did it himself." Su Fu retrieved the memory back into the bottle with a magic wand and put it in a cabinet by himself. "He doesn't want to tell the truth."

"According to Horace's character," Dumbledore said, "he did have a reason to do so. He definitely didn't want to have any connection with Voldemort. This matter is enough to keep everyone in the know secret."

"How about I go look for him again?" Su Fu asked.

"I don't think the effect of your visit will be any different from mine," Dumbledore thought thoughtfully, "I have other things to do. Harry will go to the Ministry of Magic tomorrow morning for trial. defend."

"Speaking of which, I haven't seen the children since I came back—"

"That group of brats are very nice," said Severus, his tone of distaste was as usual, "They're all at Black's place, and they can't wait to tear down the house all day long."

"Too many things have happened in the past few days," Dumbledore pressed his forehead, "I, the old man, obviously can't keep up..."

"I'll go to London with you?" Su Fu said.

"I suggest you don't go back." Sherlock turned his back to them, observing Fox on the shelf, "in order not to encounter dementors or anything."

Phoenix seemed to agree with what he said, let out a soft cry, and raised its paw to poke Sherlock's fingertips.

"Fawkes likes you, Sherlock." Dumbledore laughed.

"Which biological family should the phoenix belong to?" He withdrew his finger and pressed his forehead to think for a while, then muttered to himself, "Craniformes? Anseriformes? Or Falconiformes... Goose family? Duck family?"

Su Fu: "..."

She forced her thoughts back, knowing that what Sherlock had just said was just a sarcasm, but it also reminded her that their encounter with a dementor in London not long ago was indeed still unclear.

Dumbledore was also right. There have been so many unexpected events recently that she has no time to worry about it.

"I'll go to Grimmauld Place in the afternoon," Su Fu said, "and then investigate the dementor incident by the way."

"Try not to go to the Ministry of Magic," Dumbledore reminded. "You should wait until after tomorrow morning at the earliest."

"Don't worry, I won't startle the snake." Su Fu looked at Sherlock, "Will you go to London with me?"

Sherlock turned his head, and Dumbledore said at the right time: "There is one last thing."

As soon as Su Fu heard that they had something to do, he nodded and prepared to go to London by himself.

……

She went to Hogsmeade first, because she retained a bit of oriental deep-rooted thinking, and felt that it seemed unkind to go to someone's house without bringing some gifts, so she decided to go to Honeydukes to buy some candies—maybe more The big reason is that she wants to eat it herself.

There weren't many people coming and going to Hogsmeade after the students were on vacation. She bought candy at Honeydukes, and when she passed the Three Broomsticks, Ms. Rosmerta just opened the door to ventilate. "

It was hard for Su Fu to refuse, so he nodded and agreed. There were quite a lot of people in the bar, presumably because the weather was too hot in summer, and everyone would rather choose to drink a glass of iced butter beer than wander around the street.

She sat at the bar, and Ms. Rosmerta poured her a glass of mead as usual, and complained coquettishly: "Old friend, when did you come back from the United States? I think you haven't come to my place for a drink for a century. "

"I've only been back for a few days," Su Fu said with a smile, "There's been a lot going on lately."

She lowered her voice, "You also know..."

Ms. Rosmerta showed a worried expression, nodded and whispered: "I believed in Dumbledore and that child, but now——ah!"

She shook her head, seemingly disappointed.

Su Fu took a sip of the mead, slowly put the glass back, and comforted her: "Don't worry too much—let's talk about something else, it really seems like a long time since I was here last time?"

"It's been more than a year dear," Ms. Rosmerta said kindly, "The last time the curfew was lifted in the village, you and Professor Flitwick came here once after driving away the dementors, and I only saw it in the newspapers You defended Black."

"That's really far away." Su Fu sighed.

And Professor Flitwick expelled the dementors back to Azkaban, that's what age.

But having said that, why are they dementors again? These things really linger—she remembered Professor Flitwick explaining to her that dementors should be called spirits, and they do not belong to the world.

In her opinion, these things that suck human flesh for food are indeed the devils of hell.

Hell's... devil?

==

"I'll show you two memories I had." Dumbledore sat behind the table, and Sherlock sat opposite him. There was a pensive between them, and the memories inside were spinning, flowing, and often recurring.

"There is a scene when Sue buys a wand, another scene where we meet Voldemort as a teenager, and now, we need to review the last memory-walking here, you will find it clear, rigorous, and rich, because this Even in my life experience, this memory is very important, and it is a period of time that left a deep impression on me."

"You must be curious about the use of these things when I show you," Dumbledore stood up and looked down at the contents of the Pensieve, "Don't worry, after you finish this journey, you will get the answer you want. "

They fell into a memory many years ago again.

The strange thing is that unlike the previous times, the landing was a vivid and real scene. This time, the place where they landed was like a misty swamp, with chaos in all directions, and it was impossible to see where they were.

"It's a memory of a memory," explained Dumbledore. "I was in the Pensieve."

In the next second, the white mist dissipated suddenly, and Dumbledore, who had gray beard and hair, was walking on the country road in Hogsmeade. It seemed to be a winter morning, the weather was gray, the wind was howling, and it was snowing heavily .

And Dumbledore strode towards the middle of the village, with an obviously anxious expression on his face, so much so that he didn't care about the several puffs of ice and snow falling into his boots.

He walked all the way to the Hog's Head.

His younger brother Aberforth ignored the bad weather and stood at the door with folded arms, obviously waiting for him.

Aberforth patted the snowflakes on his body, stepped on the deep snow and walked quickly to him, with an indescribably irritated and worried tone: "...that person is awake!"

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In fact, when I came back at night, I found the manuscript of the novel that I secretly wrote in class in high school from the cabinet, flipped through it casually, and succeeded in laughing myself to death.

They are all the souls of the second class who have been burned.