[Comprehensive] Sherlock's Secret

"It's three o'clock in the morning."

"I know it's late enough for an old man," Dumbledore said gently, but his voice was rarely trembling and tired, "But I'm waiting for Sue, she must have something to say to me. "

Severus' facial muscles faintly twitched a few times, but he still resisted the urge to get angry. He frowned and said, "I asked you to tell her earlier——"

He propped up the table and leaned over to Dumbledore who was sitting upright on the other side of the table: "It's good now, I've never seen her so sad before!"

"There's not enough time..." Dumbledore sighed, "There are too many things that happened tonight, and they all come together, which is unexpected."

Severus sat angrily on the chair opposite him, sat for a while and said: "I never thought that Sue would fall in love with a—well, an ordinary person."

"Most people have the emotion of love in their hearts, don't you too?"

A somewhat unnatural expression appeared on Severus's face, and after a while, he said, "Her experience is different from others..."

"That's right," Dumbledore said, "Severus, you are one of the few people in the world who knows all about Su's experience, and you can also be said to be one of the people who understand her best. You should know her well. She is such a resolute, brave and unshakable person, even if she is even a little bit worse than her, I am afraid she would have collapsed long ago."

He paused, looked at Fox gently, and seemed to be staring into the distance: "But she has always been very good, whether it is our work or her own life. The most important thing is that after breaking trust and encountering betrayal After that, she can still trust others, love others and accept the love of others, which is really rare."

"So you think this time is no exception?"

"I trust her," Dumbledore said slowly, "just as I trust you."

Half an hour later, Su Fu Hogwarts, as expected by Dumbledore, went straight to his office.

By this time Severus had gone back, and only the headmaster was waiting quietly in the office.

Autumn was approaching, and the night was very dewy. When Su Fu entered the room, there were still some cold dewdrops on the cloak.

She was tired and tired, but she still put her cloak on the hanger, put down her wand, and sat where Severus had just been.

"I knew you'd be waiting for me," she said.

"Is the journey going well?" Dumbledore asked casually.

"It's okay," Su Fu leaned on the back of the chair, "It's just that it's not easy to take a taxi at this time. I cast a stun spell on Sherlock, and I think he will blame me when he wakes up..."

"So you know—"

"That's right," Su Fu shrugged, "You've always been more thoughtful than I am, and I was by the side when the two of them made the memory potion—three times the dose can counteract the normal forgetting spell, but I was suddenly stunned , I don't remember."

"It's just human nature." Dumbledore comforted her kindly.

"I shouldn't get him involved in these messy things," Su Fu said wearily, "It's good for him to investigate the case for fun, why should you worry about Horcrux wands and the Dark Lord for me..."

"So..." Dumbledore drew out his wand, tapped the tip of her wand on the table, and said softly, "Prior Incantato (flash back to the previous curse)."

A wisp of red smoke slowly emerged from the place where the two wands were connected. Dumbledore stared at the smoke for a while, and sighed, "Why do this, erase all traces of your existence, and then—"

"Maybe there will be no future." Su Fu straightened his shoulders and murmured, "Only Sherlock remembers me. If we kill the Dark Lord, I will return to the world of ordinary people and start living again. If... if I am dead--"

She opened her eyes wide, but there was no expression in her dark pupils. She was dazed and empty, and she looked at Dumbledore very firmly: "If I die, you can really cast a Forgetting Curse on him."

"Just pretend I never showed up."

After a long time, Dumbledore smiled lightly and said, "Your suggestion is not very good. Old people usually die before young people."

"Let's not talk about this for now," she sniffed, and said seriously, "I have something more important to tell you—the two Death Eaters I caught at the prophecy ball storage in the Department of Mysteries tonight. ——August Rookwood and Amycus Carrow, they were looking for a prophecy, a prophecy about Voldemort and Harry, but Voldemort did not listen to the whole prophecy, he is now eager to Learn all about it."

"He just came back, and he has already started to get impatient..."

Su Fu frowned: "What's going on with that prophecy?"

Dumbledore shook his head and chuckled: "I mentioned it to you, but—"

"That was the time." Su Fu's brows furrowed deeper, "I asked you why Severus suddenly defected, and you said it was because of a prophecy related to Lili Hali?"

"As soon as I said the word prophecy, you interrupted me just like before," Dumbledore said, "and repeatedly emphasized that I am not interested in anything related to divination, so I stopped talking .”

Su Fu was stunned for a while, then smiled wryly, "I believe it now..."

Dumbledore patted the back of her hand lightly, and said: "I will consider this matter, and when the time is right... Tell Harry, the prophecy room Sybil told me, in fact—"

"Tell me in a few days," Su Fu waved his hand, "I feel very tired, I want to rest."

"Well then, if you don't mind, I want to ask one last question." Dumbledore said apologetically.

Su Fu raised his head.

He whispered: "Why did you happen to appear in the Department of Mysteries tonight?"

Su Fu slowly reached into his pocket, and took out a small glass ball to show him.

I don't know why, but the prophecy ball has always been a warm touch, but Su Fu held it in her hand, and when she thought of Trelawney's strange voice saying the word "kill", she felt her eyes sour and swollen, It was as if something was clamoring to explode.

She clearly remembered the first time she saw Amaranta, her long soft brown hair, the diamond crown in the hair, her soft and delicate cheeks, and the beautiful and passionate gray eyes... …

Her best friend died at her hands.

And the most terrible thing is that she has been ignorant for so many years, she has always been in the fog, and she has never come out.

Her prayers and condolences have all become hypocritical and pretentious. If there is a god in the sky who pays attention to the joys and sorrows of the world, he must look at her with a sneer and sarcasm, and leave a word of "foolish" when he turns around.

She closed her eyes, but she curled her fingers and put away the prophecy ball.

"I'll tell you when I figure it out."

==

half year later.

The four maple trees on the street in spring have just given birth to blue maple leaves. Of course, they are not as spectacular as the maple clouds in full swing in autumn. However, there are very few pedestrians on this street, and the few people are holding boxes. In and out, the moving company's cars shuttled back and forth, taking the stuff out of the street.

It's going to be dismantled here.

In other words, it is about to be refurbished and rebuilt.

Including those low-slung shops, narrow alleys and paths, and old apartments.

The first bucket of the heavy excavator dug down, soot and dust filled the air, covering a little bit of fresh green that had just grown in spring.

Even half of the sky seemed to have turned gray-yellow.

People are hiding away.

Except for the dark-haired young man standing by the side of the road.

He took a quick glance, then turned and left the house that fell apart.

A snow-white owl landed on his shoulder.

The young man muttered as he walked, "We have to move away, back to Baker Street."

The owl didn't want to pay attention to him, and tilted its head to peck its own feathers. It seemed that it thought he was walking too fast, and then spread its wings and slapped his ears.

However, his pace did not slow down at all.

The owl stared angrily at its shiny black eyes, hooted a few times indistinctly, flew up to a height of several meters, and then fell back again.

He stopped and said indifferently: "Fly by yourself, but Mrs. Hudson definitely doesn't remember you. The ghost knows what spell she used. No one except me remembers anything related to her, but Obviously you haven't forgotten."

The owl really wanted to lie down in front of him with its wings paralyzed, indicating that it hadn't escaped the Forgetting Curse, but fortunately it was an owl that only knew how to judge the situation. Now it was lying on the sidewalk, and it was more likely that someone would pick it up and cook it.

So it judged the situation and flew away.

Sherlock went to Butts Hospital.

The laboratory once belonged to Dr. Edmond Lance is now managed by his student Molly Hope. They have a good personal relationship, so Molly will help him with a little favor from time to time, such as...

Find a fresh corpse for him to study for bruises after whipping.

The author has something to say: You may not believe me if I say it, but I ate enough yesterday... It’s just that I only had half a bowl of stomach, but I insisted on eating two bowls.

Then I didn’t stand or sit or lie down. I turned around the house like a salted fish with nowhere to put it. Digestive medicine and yogurt were useless. My mother almost took me to the hospital.

Then I didn't eat today.

This story tells us that as the Chinese New Year approaches, we must, must, pay attention to our diet...

Uh... it's past zero again, remember this is the 1.28 update.

On the 29th, I wrote during the day.