[Comprehensive] Sherlock's Secret

The crime scene was at Ms Burns' apartment.

According to the data, she has lived alone for many years and has little contact with her neighbors. Residents on the same floor as her said that they often don’t see her home and don’t know where she works. She will not be found murdered in her home.

The entire floor has been put under martial law.

Maybe all the residents were lying on the cat's eye and looking out quietly, but no one came out.

Murder is no joke.

Thanks to Sherlock, John has been to many murder scenes these days. This time, the scene was nothing more than ordinary. There was not even a trace of blood on the ground, only some furniture and utensils were overturned.

Ms. Burns was lying flat in the center of the living room, with one hand resting on her stomach, and the other curled up weakly.

She stared wide-eyed at the ceiling.

Sherlock who rushed to the scene slowly knelt down beside her.

"There are no wounds on your body," Anderson said, leaning against the door. "It wasn't poisoning either. Before death, the heart rate was normal and there was no sudden arrest. Now it's time to use your ingenuity."

Sherlock ignored his sarcasm.

Of course he remembered Amelia Bones, the head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, who had died in her dead body with her wand pulled out of her hand, and the death was obviously... Avada Kedavra.

Sherlock didn't even need to step forward to check. He knew that the coffee table in front of him, which looked as if it had been hacked by an ax, had been hit by a shattering spell, the glass scum all over the floor was hit on the window by an explosion spell, and the downed clothes hanger flew out from the corner. It's because someone intended to use it but was blocked by the hindrance spell.

He also knew who the murderer would be.

But this case is unsolved.

He stood up and walked to the broken window, where a pot of hanging baskets with broad leaves was smashed, buried together with dark flower mud and green leaves, looking flustered and disturbing.

After a while, he bent down without a trace, and picked up a small and broken object in the flower mud.

Then he turned around and strode away from the crime scene.

Inspector Lestrade called after him, "Don't you see anything?"

Sherlock refused to give him even half a second, and the short answer was easily suppressed by the slightly biting wind.

"No."

Anderson sneered: "Freaks have finally returned to the range of normal people?"

No one paid any attention to him.

John followed and walked downstairs. The two of them bypassed the isolation zone before he asked, "What's going on?"

Sherlock said nothing.

This is not right, John thought.Every time he came out of the scene of the crime, he had a lot of words, talking non-stop like showing off, but today's situation is not at all reasonable, he didn't make any movements when he was at the scene, and walked with his hands in his pockets after he came out. So fast, it was as if a dog was chasing after him.

"Did you really find nothing?" John asked suspiciously, "It's impossible!"

Of course it's impossible, Sherlock looked at his loyal friend, but it couldn't be explained at all, so it was equivalent to - he whispered: "Yes."

John opened his mouth wide in astonishment, which seemed a bit silly, but it just pleased Sherlock. He pursed his lips and laughed, and said casually: "There are many unexplainable things in this world, and some cases are destined to be shelved." It has become an unsolved case, but this does not mean that the truth is not known to people..."

As he spoke, he suddenly stopped in his tracks, and his voice gradually lowered until it was barely audible.

John glanced at him, and then followed his gaze, only to find that there was a person standing at an empty intersection in the old block at some point.

To be precise, she was a tall and graceful woman.

The next second the woman turned around.

Her fierce and even aggressive beauty pierces her eyes undisguisedly like the brightest color in the world, whether it is her long silver hair, mysterious golden pupils like jewels, or her exquisite and flawless deep outline, There are few in the world who can compare with it.

"Why did she come back suddenly..." Sherlock muttered, and then said, "John, you go back first, and I'll be there soon."

He turned and walked in the opposite direction.

John continued to walk back alone without knowing why, and passed the street intersection. When he turned his head again, neither Sherlock nor the beautiful silver-haired woman disappeared.

In the middle of a lonely street, a dead leaf drifts in the whimpering wind.

In the small square 1000 meters to the north, two people who should not be here sat on the wooden seats by the lawn.

"A murder happened over there?" Freya asked, her voice barely fluctuating.

Sherlock looked at the fountain in front of him motionlessly, and explained impatiently: "A wizard, an official from the Ministry of Magic—when did you come back?"

"This morning," Freya frowned, "are you sure you are an official from the Ministry of Magic?"

"Why are you so interested in the dead?"

"Did you find anything else at the scene?"

Sherlock paused, reached into his coat pocket, and spread his palms.

In the palm of his hand was a small earring, with a light emerald gemstone wrapped in delicate silver flowers and leaves.

"There are spells on the earrings," Freya explained, "connected to the caster. The one who casts the spell on the earrings is a priest I know at White Castle Church. If the wearer is in danger, he It will sense it and let me know."

Sherlock didn't speak, just curled up his palms and put the earrings back into his pocket.

"You told me before," Freya said in a deep voice, "the magic world is currently at war."

"I haven't heard from Sue for half a year," Sherlock said, "Their world is isolated from our world."

"It's best to make sure she's okay as soon as possible," Freya stood up and asked again, "How is the Horcrux thing going?"

Sherlock shook his head, his tone mocking: "She probably doesn't want me to take care of these things anymore."

"Shall I stay in England for a while?"

"Better stay in Germany."

"...Edmond sends you his regards."

"Thank you, and please give him my regards."

At noon that day, Dr. Watson found that Juan the owl was missing. He walked around the house, and asked a little unaccustomed: "Sherlock, where is Juan?"

The detective who was tinkering with chemical experiments at the kitchen table said without looking up: "The letter has been delivered."

John: "..."

What is this operation?

==

one day ago.

She walked through the small town of Gatzellow in Devon, a town where Muggles and wizards lived together. There were not many residents. The east was almost full of Muggles, the west and south were almost full of wizards, and the north was surrounded by a river and market.

Relying on the confusion spell and the natural close relationship between people, they have lived peacefully for more than two centuries, and they have almost never lived in peace.

It's raining.

Su Fu was striding forward on the muddy street with a thick black umbrella. The shop windows were closed tightly, and there was a vast rain curtain floating between the sky and the ground, filled with damp and cold mist. No one wanted to go out at this time.

But Su Fu was different, she came to deliver the obituary.

Gatzelo is the hometown of Director Burns, where her mother lives.

The delivery of the obituary itself is not pleasant, especially when Mrs. Burns weeps and almost faints when she learns that her daughter has been murdered and the killer is still at large.

In the evening, Su Fu finished comforting Mrs. Burns, settled his dinner hastily at the only open tavern in the town, and then apparated to Little Hangleton.

Dumbledore is waiting here.

It didn't rain in Little Hangleton, but the weather was gloomy, as if covered by a giant curtain, and the stars and the moon could not be seen.

Dumbledore was standing at the fork in the road, Su Fu saw it from a distance, and said, "You came so early?"

"I won't keep you waiting," Dumbledore said in a dull voice, "how is it?"

"Not very good." Su Fu shook his head. "Mrs. Burns was very sad. Before I left, I had to tell her to her Muggle neighbor."

"Oh." Dumbledore sighed.

"I rushed too late," Su Fu whispered, "When I went, the director had already been killed, and Kingsley went after Alecto Caro, Bellatrix Lai Strange is not easy to deal with, so leave it to me."

"I heard you were still injured?" Dumbledore asked a little surprised.

"A little injury," Su Fu said, "I'm afraid that the powerful spell will endanger the neighbors next door. We shouldn't disturb the lives of ordinary people."

She said with a slight smile: "Speaking of which, it was a bit of a joke. I just scratched my ear, so I asked Kingsley to recite a healing spell for me, and it ended up piercing my ear that had just been pierced. It was also healed, and now there is only one left, which is very embarrassing."

She showed Dumbledore the only remaining earring, and the headmaster also laughed, and then said softly, "We're here."

Su Fu lit his magic wand, and illuminated the end of the trail ahead. In the shadow of the tall and ancient trees with gnarled branches and leaves, a dilapidated and dirty small house was hidden in it.

The destination of their trip, Gaunt's old house.

Neither Dumbledore nor Su Fu spoke. The two walked to the door together. Dumbledore waved his wand, and the closed door opened with a "squeak", and an old musty smell filled the air Diffuse.

Su Fu stepped in first, and with her footsteps, five or six groups of warm bright yellow flames quietly floated in mid-air.

"Are you convinced that Voldemort hid one of the Horcruxes here?" she asked.

"Voldemort firmly believes that no one will pay attention to his ancient and mysterious bloodline." Dumbledore slowly paced the room, "Unfortunately, both you and I have noticed."

"I thought he would be ashamed of his own mother's cowardice."

"But at the same time he's proud of his Slytherin blood."

Su Fu sneered: "Contradictory people—be careful!"

She and Dumbledore raised their wands at the same time, and two beams of light, one red and one blue, shot out from the tip of their wands at the same time, hitting a dark cabinet in the corner, and a puff of thick black smoke gradually dispersed in the darkness .

"It seems that you are right, professor." Su Fu took two steps back, raised her wand for the second time, and circled around a few times with a very complicated trajectory, and read out the obscure spell slowly and clearly from her mouth.

"The seven-pointed star reverses the magic circle?" Dumbledore smiled with great interest, "An unexpected choice."

As he spoke, he waved his wand to circle bright purple lights in exactly the same trajectory as Su Fu. The two stood side by side, one high and the other low, chanting the same incantation that no one could understand, until they reached the ground. Because of their movements, a complicated magic circle slowly formed.

The mysterious light of magic turns slowly like a purple stream of water. Su Fu and Dumbledore look at each other and wave their wands downward at the same time. , There was a gust of wind in the air, as if someone was in pain.

After a few minutes, the entire wall was peeled off, revealing a small space recessed in the middle, inside which was placed a black wooden box.

The light of the magic circle gradually dimmed. Su Fu reached out to get the box. Dumbledore held her hand and floated it over with a spell.

He tapped the lid of the box lightly, and the wooden box bounced open with a "bang", revealing the contents inside.

A large, rough black stone ring.

"This is?" Su Fu raised his eyebrows and asked.

"It should be." Dumbledore closed the box and reached out to catch it.

"It seems easy?" Su Fu smiled, extinguished the magic flame, and walked out of the hut with him.

"Voldemort's protective magic is not that simple," Dumbledore said with a bow, "but you are superior. Few people in the world can recite the complete heptagram reversal spell."

"Aren't you the same?"

She took a few steps forward, then turned her head and said, "Then let's separate here? I promised Sirius to be on duty at the contact point with him tonight."

"No problem, goodbye Su."

"Goodbye, Professor."

Just as Su Fu was about to Apparate, Dumbledore's voice suddenly came from behind him: "How about the prophecy you told me?"

She turned around again, Dumbledore's slender figure was hidden in the dark shadow of lush ancient tree branches and leaves, and it was almost impossible to see clearly.

"I asked Professor Trelawney," Su Fu shrugged, "she said she didn't know what it means to be 'they are gold and stone, and their souls coexist', and I don't even understand."

"Then let's do this for the time being." Dumbledore's voice was a little unreal, "See you next time, Sue."

"Goodbye."

With a soft "poof", Su Fu apparated.

Dumbledore came out from behind the tree shadow, he lowered his head slowly, only to realize that he had taken out the ring from the box.

He stared at the ring motionlessly for a moment, then suddenly shoved it back into the box roughly, and when he was about to close the lid of the box, his movements slowed down again.

The dark clouds quietly crossed over the nodding moon, leaving a large foggy shadow, and there seemed to be birds and insects chirping in the distance.

The frosty moon shadow moved down an inch, illuminating the old man's pale face, and his lifeless and almost stubborn blue eyes.

Dumbledore slowly stretched out his hand and put the black gemstone ring on his slightly trembling middle finger.

The author has something to say: I... cut off the update again, let's send out a red envelope, ten at random.

Spelling with the little whale at night, I saw that she was about the same speed as me, but the boss said that her hands were cold and she couldn't write fast.

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forget it. I'm done here.