[Comprehensive] Sherlock's Secret

Looking at the studious student, Su Fu really couldn't bear to dampen her enthusiasm, so he said, "I'll ask him to come with me next time, okay?"

Hermione made a "yeah" gesture with her hands behind her back, then ran to Harry and Ron and whispered to them about Su Fu's promise to her.

Ron didn't know Sherlock, so he looked confused, but he expressed his sincere admiration for Hermione's plan to go to Muggle University after graduation, and gave her a thumbs up.

Harry's smile was very short, almost fleeting, and he whispered: "But Cambridge University has very high requirements, and your grades must be very, very good... Well, I believe you, Hermione, you will definitely be able to do it." arrive."

He said, took a piece of bread, and left the noisy restaurant.

Hermione looked at his back worriedly. Ron got up and wanted to chase him out, but Hermione held him down. She shook her head: "It's useless to comfort him at this time, and we can't go to trial instead of him..."

Su Fu went over and patted the shoulders of the two of them, pointed to the door, and walked out.

She found Harry on the second-floor landing, sitting on the stairs eating bread.

Su Fu sat next to him, and asked bluntly, "Are you worried about the trial tomorrow?"

Harry swallowed the last bite of bread, his green eyes looked disturbed, he hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

"When you met the dementor that night, were there any signs?"

Harry didn't seem to expect her to ask that question, and with a puzzled look in his eyes, he replied anyway, "No, I was talking to Dudley—I mean, my cousin, I was talking to him, they just came .”

"I'm investigating this matter," Su Fu explained, "Maybe we can find out who did it after a while."

Harry nodded, but said nothing.

"Actually, if you want me to say, you don't need to be so worried about the trial." Su Fu put his hands on his knees, looking at the twilight that appeared between the thick velvet curtains, and said, "Even the most severe criminal court, There are quite a few wizards who were acquitted in court, let alone you who are innocent."

These words did not comfort Harry, he looked at Su Fu dejectedly, and muttered something like "Thank you".

Su Fu continued: "Dumbledore told me this many years ago."

Harry raised his head in surprise: "But, you didn't—"

"I was tried, and it was in the criminal court," Su Fu turned his head, and said, "At that time, Fudge was not a minister. I was accused of being a Death Eater, and then I had to go to the Ministry of Magic for trial."

Harry was stunned: "I heard Sirius and Tonks tell your story, how could they do that?!"

"Of course there is a reason," Su Fu smiled lightly, "You will gradually understand in the future, but no matter what, the final result is obvious, I was acquitted and released."

"Of course, you are not guilty..."

"You didn't do anything wrong at all," Su Fu said, and took out a small thing from his pocket and handed it to him, "Actually, I was wrong when I said that I, Zi Anmei, didn't bring anything back, here is one - lucky coin, Maybe it will bring you luck."

Harry took the coin, pressed his fingertips on the head of the character on the back of the coin, and said, "Is this Lincoln?"

"Yes, this is the head of President Lincoln. His coins are rare now."

"That must be very precious..."

Su Fu stood up, lowered his head and smiled, "I don't know if Muggle traditions are useful to wizards. Maybe I should give you a Golden Galleon?"

"No," Harry looked up at her, her emerald eyes reflected her figure and the blurred candlelight around him, "I think this one is better than King Galleon."

Su Fu nodded: "Can we go back to eat now?"

……

It was completely dark after dinner, and members of the Order of the Phoenix left Grimmauld Square one after another. Su Fu stopped Alastor Moody in the porch.

"What's wrong?" Moody asked slowly.

"The dementor I met that day," Su Fu said succinctly, "Dolores Umbridge, she sent someone to watch me on Four Maple Street, she should have sent the dementor, but I'm not sure if Harry's encounter with a dementor was related to her."

"I think it's more or less the same," Moody said hoarsely, sounding very gloomy in the dimly lit porch, "this woman and Fudge have been suffering from paranoia recently, always thinking that Dumbledore is going to overthrow the Ministry of Magic, and that the Order of the Phoenix is His secret supporter... anyway, has Fudge given up on sending her to Hogwarts?"

"I threatened him that if I don't let me teach, I'll sue him at the Wizengamot," Su Fu said, "I'm more worried that if dementors can be sent at will like this, then Azkaban's Can the prisoners still be kept?"

"The Dark Lord has returned." Moody stared at her with both eyes, the devil's eyes seemed to be stuck, and all the whites of the eyes were exposed, looking very frightening, "I don't think I need to remind you, you have to be careful -"

He opened his mouth like a slit, and squeezed out a smile that was half gloating, half warning and threatening: "He will kill you again, you'd better not think about it!"

Moody pulled the magic eye out of its socket, tapped it on the palm of his hand, and then put it back.

He walked to the door and said the last sentence: "I will pay attention to the matter of the dementor."

Su Fu stood in the porch for a while, Mrs. Weasley sent Tonks and Kingsley out, saw her and asked in surprise, "You are leaving?"

"Well, there's still something to do at school..." She said and went out with Tonks, and then Apparated back to Hogsmeade.

==

The next day, Dumbledore rushed to the Ministry of Magic to attend Harry's trial early in the morning. Before lunch, he sent back good news. The jury finally voted not guilty of the charges, and Harry was released in court.

After lunch, Su Fu took Sherlock for a walk by the lake. The giant squid was spitting bubbles leisurely, which was rendered into a clear rainbow color under the sun.

Su Fu suddenly asked Sherlock: "If it were you, what would you use as your Horcrux?"

"I wouldn't be so foolish as to split my soul in pursuit of immortality—"

Su Fu: "..."

Sherlock said "oh" slowly: "I'm talking about Voldemort - in my opinion, eternal life has no meaning, why do I have to force myself to stay in this world? One life is enough for me to do everything. "

"It's boring to live for too long, and the personal test is effective-hey, don't change the concept, we are talking about Horcruxes, not eternal life."

Sherlock stopped in his tracks, and he said thoughtfully but absent-mindedly: "Okay, let me think about... a skeleton? A test tube? Maybe a high-power magnifying glass, it is a good helper for me to investigate the scene—"

Before he finished speaking, Su Fu laughed, and she tried to make her tone sound sincere: "I think the microscope in the laboratory is pretty good, but I don't know if Jasmine will bear the pain to give up."

"That's too difficult to hide," Sherlock retorted. "Horcruxes are dangerous and precious things that should be easy to hide and carry, so small items are the best choice."

"That makes sense..." Su Fu pondered, "Then what do you think my Horcrux will be?"

"Who knows," Sherlock shrugged, "but you better hope that Horcrux is never found..."

"No, I want to find it—"

"Good afternoon, children?" she was interrupted by Dumbledore's cheerful greeting.

Su Fu turned his head and saw the principal walking up the small slope, his silver beard fluttering in the wind.

"Hi," Su Fu said, "Has Harry gone back?"

"He asked me to thank him for the lucky coin," Dumbledore blinked, "Also, I also heard something about Umbridge from Moody, so I told Kingsley to stay Be careful, so you don't have to worry too much."

"I'm more worried about Fudge, will he be detrimental to the Order of the Phoenix?"

"We're all acting in secret at the moment," said Dumbledore. "He has no chance—speaking of which, I remembered something else. Are you going back to the castle?"

So the three of them walked back to the castle together. Dumbledore said he was going to find Severus. Su Fu remembered that Sherlock had mentioned his interest in potions in the morning, so he followed them together.

They met Severus at the cellar door.

Su Fu caught sight of his pale cheeks and blurted out: "You haven't been in the sun recently!"

Severus: "…"

Judging from his face, he should really want to give Su Fu an Avada on the spot.

Dumbledore smiled briefly.

Severus pretended not to hear, he looked at Sherlock behind Su Fu, and asked coldly, "Holmes, what are you doing in the cellar?"

"Just take a look—heh," Sherlock looked at him with an innocent expression on his face, "the blue powder in the nails, the narcissus root powder?"

He moved his nose lightly: "Light green weak alkaline mist, wormwood infusion - water of life and death? Oh, I thought the master of potions would not bother to prepare such a simple potion... No, Sne You went to the lake not long ago, Pooh, and the zig-zag purple leaves on the hem of your robes were—"

"Kiki fruit," Su Fu continued his words, "The ingredients of the water of life and death can be made into a kind of - er, a strong hallucinogen with the addition of kiwi fruit and Bianz tuber."

"I'm glad you haven't completely forgotten your fifth-year potions knowledge." Severus said angrily, and then strode back into the cellar.

Sherlock glanced at Su Fu, and muttered in a low voice, "He's not likable at all..."

Su Fu: "..."

To be reasonable, won't your conscience hurt when you say this... Don't you have any idea of ​​what kind of person you are?

Dumbledore suggested with a smile: "I remember that the white kite flower that Professor Sprout asked me to take care of was left at [-]:[-] this afternoon. Would you like to go to the greenhouse?"

"Okay," Su Fu agreed, and then asked Sherlock, "Shall I take you to the greenhouse?"

Sherlock nodded and left with Su Fu.

Dumbledore went into the cellar, walked to the door of Severus' office, and knocked three times.

After a while, Severus' cold and deep voice came from inside: "Come in."

There was a light green smoke in the office, but it didn't smell bad. Dumbledore glanced at the cauldron on the work table and said, "Su guessed right, you are really brewing hallucinogens."

Severus, who was cutting a kind of beans, put down the short silver knife with a "snap", raised his head, and asked expressionlessly, "Is there something wrong, Headmaster?"

"Yes, of course." Dumbledore withdrew his gaze and looked at his cheek. "I just came back from the Ministry of Magic. The attitudes of Connelly and Dolores...are not so friendly, so I think we may I have to prepare a memory potion..."

==

After coming out of the greenhouse, Su Fu and Sherlock returned to the tower.

Su Fu's office is a circular room, half of which is covered with convoluted bookshelves, and the window frame and the edge of the desk are covered with green vines, some of which have even grown outside the window, flowing down the window sill like a waterfall.

When Sherlock walked over, the vines on the edge of the desk quickly shrank back into the large flower pot on the windowsill, and coiled themselves into the shape of some kind of cute little flower.

He stared at the vine for a long time, the more he looked, the smaller the vine shrank.

"This is... the devil's net?" He seemed to ask incredulously, "What's wrong with it?"

"This is the devil's net modified by Professor Sprout for viewing," Su Fu pulled out the chair and sat down. "It's a bit shy, you can call it...the angel's net."

Sherlock: "..."

Su Fu picked all the mature herbs in the greenhouse, but now that Professor Sprout is not at school, she has to deal with them before returning them to her. Fortunately, there are not many herbs, and they are all familiar to her, otherwise if After being paid by her, Professor Sprout probably transformed into Voldemort in an instant and gave her ten Avadas.

Some herbs can be processed by magic, but some must be processed by hand. Since Comrade Su Fu is half handicapped, her speed of processing herbs is not as fast as that of Sherlock. After finishing cleaning up with great difficulty, Su Fu said excitedly: "Aren't you Are you interested in potions, I'll cook a pot for you!"

Sherlock looked at her suspiciously: "Are you sure?"

"Hey, you can't make complicated ones, but simple ones are okay," she said, digging out a crucible that hadn't been used in 800 years from the cabinet, "these herbs can just make a white fresh soup, we can Come and try..."

The crucible was put on the shelf and ignited, and Su Fu poured a third of the bottle of solution into it without thinking.

Sherlock reminded her: "Shouldn't you be looking at the recipe list?"

Su Fu waved his hand: "No, no, I remember it as simple as that."

10 minute later.

She stared at the gray-brown paste in the pot and was lost in thought.

"This step should be snow blue, it's a bit far away..."

It's not just that it's a little far away...

Another 10 minutes passed.

The grey-brown paste in the pot turned into a thoroughly charred black.

Su Fu: "..."

At this time, someone knocked on the door suddenly. Su Fu was busy researching his black fresh soup, so he asked Sherlock to let him open the door. When the door opened, it was Severus who came.

When he came in, he saw the boiling cauldron on the table, frowned and asked, "This is..."

"Baixian Decoction," Su Fu said seriously, "It may have a chemical reaction that I didn't expect."

Severus: "…"

Please don't insult the decoction. Thank you.

He stirred the contents of the cauldron a few times with a stirring rod, and said angrily with a black face, "One-third of the purple Piedra tree solution needs to be mixed with water! Add water! The first step is wrong! Slytherin buckle— Merlin, you are even a professor, your level is not as good as a fourth grader!"

"...I haven't survived potions for many years, so I should return everything I learned to the dean." Su Fu said distressedly, "By the way, do you have anything to do with me?"

"Lend me Mr. Holmes." Severus might not be able to stand it anymore, raised his hand and said "clean up" to clean up the contents of the cauldron, "I want to compare potions between wizards and Muggles." The effect on the body is different."

Su Fu was startled and said, "You won't give him a drink, will you?"

Severus smiled cruelly: "Don't worry, I'm also good at preparing antidotes."

Sherlock sneered: "Your laws do not allow magic to harm ordinary people—"

There was a momentary pause in his words, and then he continued as usual: "Stop talking nonsense, let's go."

"Ah? You just agreed to him?" Su Fu was surprised.

"Because I think," Sherlock turned and walked towards the door, and said as he walked, "With you, I might never see the normal brewing process of potions in my life."

Su Fu: "...Get lost."

==

"There is no difference between the effects of potions on ordinary people and wizards," Sherlock said, "the author of "Advanced Potion Making" Libasio Pollage has an article dedicated to this issue, but ordinary wizards don't pay attention to— —and you, Snape, you must know that you came to me for something else."

At this time, they had already reached the fifth floor, and the afternoon sunlight passed through the colored patterned glass to create colorful silhouettes on the ground. The mermaid on the flower window lazily changed her posture, and seemed to be very interested in their conversation.

"Is it a good habit to be self-righteous, Holmes?"

Sherlock sneered: "You're not the first to say that."

"Then let's assume that countless people have told you that you are an impolite and arrogant bastard, but you obviously haven't listened to a single word," Severus said slowly, with a mean tone, "because you are always trying to be smart, I don't know how to listen to other people's advice..."

"At least I didn't hear any good advice from your words. If you think your words are meaningful, it should be just your illusion."

"Why do you have to argue with me?" Severus said with a sinister smile, "You should know better than me the gap between Muggles and wizards."

Sherlock turned around and looked at him. The sunlight cut his figure long and sharp. He stood straight in the interweaving of light and shadow, light and darkness. He said, "Wizards are superior to ordinary people? Where does your sense of superiority come from?" Here, a grumpy, sensitive, suspicious wretch who lives in the dark all year round, Snape, your magic can't make you forget the misfortunes you experienced as a child, your rough father and perverse mother—"

"Enough!" Severus roared, his lips trembling slightly and his nose flaring, as if trying to hold back his anger, "Then...then no matter where you got it from—"

"I'm not interested in making your sympathetic story public," Sherlock sneered. "Don't worry."

After he finished speaking, he turned and left, and two seconds later, Severus' voice suddenly came from behind him again: "You think you are great? Who do you think will be spared—"

His voice became very soft, with a soft and smooth tone, not at all hysterical just now, but it was extremely uncomfortable to listen to.

"—none of them, she's a wizard and he's a Muggle, so you know the consequences? The marriage of a wizard and a Muggle never—would—have—good results!"

After a moment of silence, Sherlock turned his head: "But I don't think so."

"Then let's wait and see."

"Your way of thinking is shockingly rigid, Snape," Sherlock said, "Using the formed tragedies to assert the unknown future, this kind of prophetic speculation has an outrageously high error rate, and Only cowards—would change the status quo, or hold back because of fear of the future."

Severus resumed his usual sarcastic look: "Of course you're not a coward, you're arrogant, pushy, self-righteous—"

"Me?" Sherlock stepped up to him. "I'm talking about you, Snape."

"If anyone would, as you say, give up on his life and his relationship because of the misfortune of someone in the past, in fear of repeating the same mistakes," he continued, "then he must be a fool."

After a while, Severus smiled: "I hope you remember your words."

"I never forget a word I said."

"Come with me, then," Severus said, walking downstairs. "You know, Holmes—it's just the beginning."

……

In the evening, Su Fu went to look for Sherlock. There were candles burning all year round in the cellar, but the lights were still dim. When she knocked on the door of Severus' office, she found that the door was only partially ajar, and the quarrel inside was very clear.

She simply pushed the door open and walked in.

The room was filled with purple mist, so dense that it was almost impossible to see the interior layout clearly.

She heard Severus grumpy from behind the fog: "It's impossible! The scales of the African rattlesnake must be put back in the third step!"

Immediately afterwards, there was a splash of water, and Sherlock said, "Ding dong, put it in."

"Holmes! You stupid, pompous—eh? Crimson?"

Su Fu: "..."

With a wave of her wand, she cleared away the fog in the room, and then saw two people standing by the cauldron, with their sleeves rolled up and their heads bowed, while a pile of potion ingredients were thrown in a mess on the table next to them.

"Memory potion?" she frowned.

Severus said without looking up: "The improved version will be three times as effective as the original."

With his back turned to Su Fu, Sherlock waved at her, and then asked, "Can you replace Ali Yegen with Sleepy Bean?"

"You'll get herpes all over you, and you'll die from the poison."

"That's fine."

"I said..." Su Fu couldn't help but said, "Aren't you going to eat?"

==

It happened to be Sunday two days later. At noon, Dumbledore came back from Grimmauld Place and found Severus in the greenhouse, Sherlock in the easternmost corner of the library, and Sue in the west tower. brush.

Regarding the latter, he asked with some doubts: "Su, I remember that your office is in the east tower, and this is Sybil's classroom..."

"Yeah," Su Fu said with a smile, "I just took a look."

They go downstairs.

Dumbledore said: "Molly specially made meatballs, and she invited us to have dinner together."

"Oh just right," Su Fu agreed, "Hermione has a question for Sherlock."

"Student child." Dumbledore's tone was very gratifying.

"I also have a question to ask you..." Su Fu's tone was hesitant.

Dumbledore stopped in his tracks, and said gently, "I'm honored."

"Dementors...will someone call them 'messenger from hell'?" Su Fu asked.

Dumbledore seemed a little surprised by her question, but he still said: "It's a very appropriate and vivid name, they really don't belong to this world."

"Is that so...?"

……

The four of them went to Dumbledore's office together, and then arrived at No. 12, Grimmauld Place via the Floo network. Many members of the Order of the Phoenix had already gathered here. Harry saw Severus' face stiffen for a moment, but in a blink of an eye Seeing Su Fu immediately became happy again, he ran over and whispered to Su Fu, "Thank you for the coin, I'm really fine!"

"Professor Dumbledore has conveyed his thanks on your behalf." Su Fu smiled.

At this time, Hermione came out of the kitchen. She saw Sherlock at a glance, and then immediately got out of the crowd, her face was slightly red with excitement: "Mr. Holmes! I'm Hermione Granger, I can tell you Do you have a few questions?"

Sherlock raised his eyebrows, and was interrupted by Mrs Weasley's voice before he could answer: "For Merlin's sake, can we eat first? The food is going to be completely cold!"

Hermione said "Sorry" regretfully, and went to sit next to Ron.

Mrs. Weasley waved her wand to float the leftover dishes out of the kitchen. She turned her head and saw Su Fu, and said with a smile, "Su! You should come here often—hey, who is this young man?"

Su Fu unkindly pushed Sherlock out to accept the baptism of everyone's eyes: "This is Sherlock, my boyfriend."

Fred and George whistled in cooperation, while Hermione clapped her hands, clapped her hands twice and put them down embarrassingly. Sirius rushed over and gave Sherlock a hug, eagerly Said: "Hey buddy, you came back almost silently!"

Sherlock gave him a disgusted expression.

Su Fu picked up the fork and waved it wildly a few times, and chanted a silent spell in conjunction with it, Dumbledore laughed out loud, and Mrs Weasley shook her head, saying: "Anyway, young man, I wish you good luck today! Have a nice evening!"

Due to the large number of people, the whole dinner was noisy. Tonks was changing his face to make Ginny happy; After yelling, they all sat back quietly; Dumbledore had been discussing something with Severus, and glanced at Harry unobtrusively from time to time; and because Su Fu was too noisy, he talked to Xia Xing on the way. Locke slipped away first.

They reached the long window on the second-floor landing.

Night had fallen outside the window, and the street outside could be clearly seen from here, with two rows of street lights stretching into a strip of light.

"I hope I didn't make you unhappy just now." Su Fu said.

"No." Sherlock said indifferently.

"I don't think you like the vibe—"

"I prefer the thought of walking around the room alone, or doing something that other people can't understand, you think so?"

Su Fu blinked: "Isn't it?"

"Of course—" he deliberately paused, "yes."

Su Fu laughed.

"Should we go back to London sometime..." she said.

"You are in London now."

"Oh, of course, I mean go back to the world of ordinary people, and you will be worried if McCoff can't find you."

Sherlock snorted. "He should be more worried about his teeth and his weight."

"Then should I look for the Horcrux?" Su Fu asked to himself, "I don't know what arrangements Dumbledore has..."

"Speaking of Horcruxes, have you and Dumbledore made any progress recently?"

"No," Sherlock said, seemingly hesitating, but still said, "but there is another thing..."

"What?" Su Fu looked at his expression and asked suspiciously, "And it has something to do with me?"

"Ah."

In fact, his expression didn't change, the dim light in the room was reflected in his eyes, like a dark star.

"Oh... let's talk about it."

"Dumbledore showed me a memory, the time you were accused of being a Death Eater and tried at the Ministry of Magic—" Sherlock paused to observe her expression.

She said: "I remember, you continue."

"Dumbledore replaced your wand before it was inspected."

"Yes, he told me later, it was Severus who did it before the wand identification list was sent to court."

"The wand you last used to thwart Spentance's death curse, I suppose you know the Law of Wands, it was obviously loyal to you at the time, and that wand was actually—" He suddenly found himself speechless.

Dumbledore felt that he would definitely tell Su Fu the truth, and he also felt that he would definitely tell her, but at this moment, he could understand that he had completely underestimated the difficulty of this matter.

If standing in front of him was just a strange client with a miserable fate among the many cases he had handled, he would tell all the truth without hesitation.

But... But, she is not someone who doesn't want to do it.

"What is it?" Su Fu asked, calmly.

"It is the wand of Amaranta Frings."

He was suddenly grateful for a moment that his voice was as calm and clear as ever, even indifferent and annoying.The light at the corner of the corridor suddenly turned on, and a few messy beams of light hit Su Fu's face. Sherlock noticed that her expression was unprecedentedly shocked and confused.

It was like waking up from a big dream and suddenly found that it was dark.

……

"Dumbledore found the matter difficult to decide, so he told me—"

"And you will definitely tell me the truth." Su Fu interrupted him, "Where is that magic wand?"

"With Dumbledore," Sherlock frowned, "I think that although you can completely own the little Frings

Sister’s magic battle, but it doesn’t mean that you must have hurt her, maybe you once had a duel and she lost—”

"No." Su Fu resolutely denied, her voice was deep and terrifying, "I have never compared wands with her, because she is better at magic circles and alchemy..."

"Voldemort took control of you with the Imperius Curse, and it's possible that during that time—"

"Stop it!" she suddenly shouted.

After a while, the tone dropped again: "I want to be alone for a while."

She was leaning against the window sill, her face was pale and almost transparent under the wall lamp, but her voice was inexplicably cold, cold to the bone, "Please, leave, Sherlock."

"OK, OK..." Sherlock took a few steps back, then walked down the stairs.

As soon as his back disappeared between the lattices of the stairs, Su Fu immediately ran down the stairs. She ran across the porch and pushed the door out. The moment the door leaf hit the eaves, she had already disappeared.

……

On the streets far away from Hogsmeade, there were a few warm lights floating on the streets. On nights in late summer and early autumn, insects and gnats sang long, shaking off the dew on the tip of the grass.

She strode down the deserted path, her feet heavy, and the wand in her hand was about to be crushed by her.

It seemed that only such exhaustion could curb the roaring waves in her mind—but she couldn't, she told herself over and over again, this was the truth.

……

It seems that a long time ago, on a sunny afternoon, she walked through a corridor in Hogwarts, and the divination professor said a bunch of inexplicable words to her.

Later, Ms. Gray, the ghost of Ravenclaw, told her that it was a prophecy and should not be underestimated.

But she never cared.

It wasn't until she was attacked by dementors once and twice that she didn't expect that she suddenly realized the significance of the warnings given to her by fortune tellers and ghosts.

The meaning of a prophecy she had forgotten.

The law of the wand is to obtain his wand by conquering a wizard. Sherlock is right that taking the wand does not necessarily require murder...but in the prophecy, the words are so precise and heartbreaking.

Those two words read—kill, and sacrifice.

It turned out that it had been dark for a long time.

The author has something to say: Update~~~~ The plot of the prophecy is in Chapter 38, I know you all forgot after such a long time, but I forgot it too, I went back to find it.

And because I have been staying up late every day recently, and I have come to my aunt again, and my spirit is not very good, so I should not update it at night, so you can take this chapter as a combination of yesterday and today.