[Comprehensive] Sherlock's Secret

Hogwarts is empty tonight.

The castle lacks the decoration of lights, and its silhouette is faint in the night, like a crawling giant beast. I don't know if it swallows the night or the night swallows it.

But even without turning on the lamp, Su Fu could still find her route perfectly. She was so familiar with this place, so familiar that she almost melted into her flesh and blood...

She was going to find someone, or rather a ghost, in the Ravenclaw common room, because in the past she had underestimated the prophecy itself, and she hadn't listened to the prophecy about the truth at all.

And it wasn't just her and Sybill Trelawney who were there, but also Ravenclaw's resident ghost, Lady Gray.

Although Su Fu was not a student of Ravenclaw, she was quite familiar with this road. She walked up a spiral staircase and finally reached an old wooden door. The only decoration on the door was a bronze eagle shape door knocker.

She raised her hand and knocked on the door.

The eagle beak on the door knocker opened, and it said softly: "What do you think is the meaning of learning?"

"In order to better understand the world," Su Fu said, "or to put it another way, to better understand ourselves."

"That makes sense, so what should we do after knowing ourselves well?" the voice asked with great interest, "what should we do next?"

Su Fu opened his mouth and said half aloud, "I don't know...maybe it's waiting for death?"

"Of course it's not just sitting around and waiting. You have already recognized your desires and bottom line, and then you need to better satisfy and restrain yourself."

After it finished speaking, the door opened itself with a "squeak".

Su Fu frowned: "The answer is what you said—"

"I only ask one question," said the eagle's voice gently, "and your first answer is correct."

Su Fu slowly walked into Ravenclaw's common room.

There is no one here, and there are no lights, only the faint and mysterious light of the stars and universe on the dome.

Opposite the door is the white marble statue of Rowena Ravenclaw. Her expression must be proud and pitiful, and on her crown are engraved with the words of the ancient wise men——

"Extraordinary ingenuity is the greatest wealth of human beings."

Su Fu's head was buzzing, like a swarm of bees living in it, she suddenly thought... Sherlock would definitely agree with this sentence, if he came to Hogwarts to study, then he must be a Ravenclaw.

Before she could finish one thought, Trelawney's ethereal voice broke in. In her mind, she recounted that damned prophecy countless times.

Men...women...children.

Live... die... mourn.

Like the cold tide flooding the top of the head, the heart and consciousness have been falling, falling, sinking into the bottomless abyss-suffocating, depressed, not daring to think but have to think.

When she was confused and confused, she even asked herself, if she hadn't woken up, death might be a good option.

"Ms. Gray!"

She heard herself yelling, her voice steady and calm, the same as before.

"Where are you - I need you!"

But she almost forgot what she came to find her for—prophecy, yes—damn prophecy!

"Ms. Gray!"

Her voice echoed in the empty common room, over and over, and faded away, but no one responded.

"Helena—" she called coldly, "come out, I know you're here."

The dim common room suddenly brightened like daylight, and Su Fu heard a slight sigh in the bright lights.

"I know you'll come to me someday," said Lady Gray, appearing to her through the wall, her long, snowy skirts hanging in the air, "but I can't help you—I I warned you not to underestimate the power of prophecy."

"So I'm here to look for you," Su Fu said with her head raised. She coughed twice because she felt as if something was stuck deep in her throat. "You have to tell me the whole content of the prophecy."

"I can't," Ms. Gray shook her head, pointing her transparent finger out the window, in the direction of the Forbidden Forest, "If you've ever met the centaur, they will tell you that the Mars is particularly bright tonight, but they won't say that The reason why the stars are bright."

"So if I go to Professor Trelawney, can she prophesy again?"

Ms. Gray shook her head: "I'm sorry."

Su Fu turned around and was about to leave. Ms. Gray floated over lightly, floating near the dome, and whispered: "I have said enough about the prophecy last time..."

Su Fu stopped in his tracks, twisted his fingers on the door knocker, and murmured, "Department of Mysteries..."

She left Hogwarts.

It was not too late, the streets of London were brightly lit and crowded with people, no one had anything to do with anyone.

The face of the wind was a little cold, she subconsciously raised her hand to wipe it, but she didn't touch the tears.

Maybe it was blown dry by the wind.

she thinks.

How could a stupid woman who killed her best friend without knowing it for decades have no tears of remorse and guilt?

She walked slowly behind a low house, and in the next second, she appeared at the dark gate on the lowest floor of the Ministry of Magic.

==

Sherlock came down from the second floor and didn't go back to the kitchen. The first floor of this old house was dark and deep, and there was almost nowhere to go. He found a carved vine chair and sat down, and the cup on the coffee table next to him screamed. With a cry, he jumped out of the distance.

"Hey!" Sirius' voice came from behind, "Why are you here—where is Su?"

"She said she wanted to be alone."

Sirius stared: "Did you quarrel?"

"No."

"I don't think so either," Sirius moved a chair and sat next to him, "I've never seen her get angry, she's a very easy person to get along with."

"Yeah..." Sherlock replied absent-mindedly.

Sirius noticed that he seemed to be out of shape. Although he and Sherlock hadn't known each other for a long time, Sirius had always been deeply impressed by his careful and wise mind and precise and concise style of doing things.

This is not the last time he relied on reasoning to find evidence to prove his innocence. Over the past year or so, Sirius has been in correspondence with him and Su Fu, so he can be called familiar with him.

"If you have any doubts in your mind, talk to someone else," Sirius suggested, "If you don't want to tell me, then go to Sue, she will definitely be willing to listen—"

"She has nothing to do with herself..." Sherlock muttered, "Maybe I should go find her?"

His voice was too low for Sirius to hear clearly. He walked to the window and tore open the heavy velvet curtains: "If it weren't for the fact that the mysterious man has been in the limelight recently, I really want to follow you to the Muggle world to see Look... I used to have a motorcycle that James and I modified to fly—”

Sherlock suddenly raised his head and shouted into the corner: "Who's there?"

Sirius strode over, pulled out a short and chubby figure from the darkness, and said mockingly: "Dung, Ginny said, there are no vixen in this house for you to catch and sell for money, so don't bother. "

Mundungus struggled out of his hands, ripped off his dirty robe, looked around the living room with mouse-like eyes, paused for a moment when he saw Sherlock, then muttered something, and walked away up.

At this time, Hermione came over with a few books in her arms. She put the books on the table, and Sirius took out one: "No...what, have you never seen this word before?"

Sherlock read for him with no expression: ""Inorganic Chemistry", the following are basically "Organic Chemistry", "Physical Chemistry" and "Biochemistry."

Sirius shook his head: "I don't understand, you guys discuss it, I'll go first."

Hermione clasped her hands together and said expectantly, "Mr. Holmes, can I ask you a few questions?"

Sherlock looked up: "I remember that Hogwarts doesn't offer chemistry courses."

"Of course, but I want to know..." Hermione brushed her somewhat messy hair, and smiled a little embarrassedly, "I am Muggle-born, and my parents are both dentists. The world is out of touch, so after Hogwarts, I might apply to Muggle universities—”

Sherlock was noncommittal, he turned his head to look at the staircase corridor, and said, "I hope your question is not too childish, Miss Granger."

……

Sirius went to the small drawing room, where several children were all crowded together, Fred, George and Ginny were watching Harry and Ron play chess.

Ron ordered his knight to take a step forward, looked up and asked, "Sirius, have you seen Hermione?"

"What more did she ask Sherlock for—what—"

"Chemistry," Ginny added.

Ron looked confused: "What is that?"

"A discipline studied by Muggles," Harry explained, carefully stepping his general back two spaces.

"It's the study of the composition of matter at the molecular and atomic levels," Ginny shrugged as she sat next to Harry, "Don't look at me, I've heard Hermione say it all, and I don't know if I remember it right."

The others looked horrified.

After a while, Hermione came in, and Ron asked in surprise, "You have taken so many books, is this the end of the question?"

Hermione's face was full of shock and emotion: "Yes - after the question, he is so powerful that he doesn't need to think at all - all the answers, just said that, the most important thing is that he also knows a lot of magic Knowledge, is he really a Muggle and not a senior wizard?"

"Yes, he's an ordinary person who doesn't know magic." Sirius patted Hermione on the shoulder sympathetically, emphatically emphasizing the word "ordinary person".

"Merlin—for God's sake, how could there be such a person in the world?"

Fred asked funnyly: "Will he still tell you the precautions for brewing Veritaserum?"

Hermione put a pile of chemistry books on the coffee table, ran over and sat on the sofa, crossed her legs, rested her elbows on her knees, and crossed her fingers on her chin. Her expression was cold and indifferent, and she lowered her voice and spoke at a fast pace. He said: "The last question about protein tertiary structure and quaternary structure, I suggest you continue to read the book, because this obviously belongs to the category of 'too naive' questions. The mitochondrial shuttle system is a very basic question, and it needs to be asked It's amazing—the acidity and alkalinity of the elixir root can be understood by doing a simple experiment. As for whether the African thistle and the calcium oxide compound can be replaced, I need to discuss it with Snape—"

"It can't be more powerful!" Hermione slapped the edge of the table vigorously with a chemistry book. "No wonder I'm a pair with Professor Frank. Did you know that Professor Frank is even proficient in ancient magic from 1000 years ago!"

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Ron said awkwardly, "Hermione, actually, I didn't understand a single word of what you just said."

Hermione was about to refute him, because she finally said the names of the two potion ingredients, but before she could speak, a silver-blue light passed in front of them, and quickly drifted towards the kitchen.

"That is--"

"A Patronus!" Harry was the first to recognize it. He jumped up from the sofa and followed the Patronus into the kitchen.

The others followed immediately.

The shape of the patron saint is a lynx. This big guy gracefully landed in the center of the long table in the restaurant, facing Dumbledore, and said in the deep and deep voice unique to Kingsley Shacklebolt:

"The dementors have rioted, and almost all the Death Eaters have escaped from Azkaban!"

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