[Comprehensive] Sherlock's Secret

Ms Burns' funeral was three days later.

The funeral was simple and frightening, in a church on the east side of the small town of Gatzello.

The priest in the church, the only Muggle who knew of wizards, was old but wise and quick, and he presided over the funeral.

Su Fushi was one of the few people present, and the rest were Ms. Burns' colleagues in the Ministry of Magic.

When the funeral was about to end, Su Fu turned his head and saw Dumbledore in the last row of the church.

He looked older and weaker than ever, and looked like a tall, thin, dry bamboo from a distance.

"Are you sick?" Su Fu asked when they walked out of the church.

"It's not a big problem," Dumbledore replied indifferently, "By the way, I have to tell you that the ring is ruined."

His voice was a little soft, as light as the drizzle in the sky, falling down without even disturbing the dust.

"What about the rest?" Su Fu turned up the collar of her coat. She was wearing an ordinary person's coat, and she didn't know where it was rubbed, and her shoulders were covered with dust.

"I told Harry about it."

Su Fu patted the hand with the gray mark on his shoulder, then slowly turned around and said, "Aren't you in a hurry, he's only in fifth grade."

"Always have to say..." Dumbledore drew out his wand and tapped her shoulder, and the coat was as clean as new. "I hope he's ready."

"As a child, he has experienced a lot of hardships." Su Fu said.

"And what about you," Dumbledore asked, "I noticed that you have been looking for information related to prophecies recently."

"Of course." Su Fu turned his head to look at him, "We already discussed this matter yesterday—it just made no progress."

She saw all the people in the church coming out in a single file, and the figures in black wizard robes looked particularly solemn and heavy in this gloomy weather.

"The prophecy... I really don't know whether I should believe it or not," Su Fu withdrew his gaze, and repeated in a rigid voice, "'You can't defeat the Dark Lord with your own strength, you have to open the dusty memory... Search from the very beginning... You were once close friends, souls coexisted... You must forsake your soul, discard past emotions, destroy the last relic, and put your life and death aside...'”

"When I told Professor Trelawney, she said that it was impossible for her to say such a thing." Su Fu spread her hands, "And asked me what I meant by that."

"I think, I should be glad that you changed your view on the prophecy in time, because this prophecy may..." Dumbledore shook the sleeve of his robe to cover his right hand, and the scorched and withered color flashed away, "At the end It matters."

"The fortune-teller seems to think that I have to contribute to killing Voldemort?" Su Fu muttered to himself, "The problem is that the matter of memory cannot be solved first, and the relic that must be destroyed, which means What are you wearing?"

"After thinking about it for a long time, I decided," said Dumbledore, as they walked along the path between the hills, "that we knew Voldemort's greatest secret and discussed how to kill him. Two speak of a prophecy that would kill him, so—”

"The so-called relic should be something of his..." Su Fu realized that a burst of ecstasy or sadness swept her heart, she took a deep breath, and said the long-lost word, "— — Horcruxes."

"It was Sybill who told you this prophecy, so we have reason to think that the Horcrux, the relic... only you know where it is. This also explains why she said that only Harry's Power cannot kill Voldemort, because you and only you know it."

"But, but..." She looked up at the mottled and cloudy sky between the fir trees, "but it's been so many years, I can't remember what happened then."

"Maybe it's not that complicated, and you don't have to put too much burden on it. We don't rule out the fact that the prophecy may be exaggerated," Dumbledore said softly, "Being between life and death, it's best to be cautious."

==

That evening, Su Fu returned to school.

It's been a few weeks since the students have started school, and she's missed three sessions, two of which Severus helped her lead, and one that's been moved to this Friday.

There are a lot of things in the Order of the Phoenix, and Dumbledore can't always leave the school, so she and Sirius deal with most of them, and they are also too busy to know what to do.

She was walking towards the office, and when she reached the eighth floor, she suddenly saw Harry coming out of the aisle dejectedly, grabbing the hem of his robe, and kicking, seeming very angry.

Su Fu just ran into him head-on.

"What's the matter?" Su Fu felt that as a teacher, she should go up and take care of the children at this time. After all, she is quite experienced in this kind of thing because she takes care of Sherlock every day—ahem, it's not the same nature.

Harry looked up and was a little surprised when he saw her, "Professor Frank, why are you here?"

"I also want to ask you, you don't have class in the afternoon, right? Why are you here?"

"I—" he opened his mouth, hesitated for a moment, and finally decided to tell the truth, "I came to find Professor Dumbledore, but he is not here..."

"Do you have anything to do with the principal?"

"I think—it's nothing at all," he seemed hesitating, "it's just...you know, my scar, it's been hurting a lot since Voldemort came back, and Professor Dumbledore made me hurt on the scar Time to tell him."

Harry pushed his glasses, and Su Fu saw the dark and hideous scar in front of his messy forehead. Thirteen years ago, it was once a witness to defeating the Dark Lord. Almost all wizards believed that the "Boy Who Lived" was their savior.

But how many people have noticed that the boy who survived the catastrophe is really just a poor child who lost his parents.

Su Fu frowned, and asked in a low voice, "Did Dumbledore tell you—"

"A prophecy?" Harry looked around and said softly after seeing no one, "I know, the professor told me during the winter vacation."

Su Fu sighed, walked over and patted the boy on the shoulder, and said, "Don't worry, there are many people who will help you."

Harry let out a barely audible "hmm", and there was silence between the two of them. The slowly burning torches on the wall stretched out the shadows of the two people standing opposite each other.

After a while, Harry asked hesitantly, "Then, are you taking Defense Against the Dark Arts class this Friday?"

Su Fu was immediately amused, these children must have disliked Severus's class, and as a gardener, Professor Snape must have failed.

"Of course I'm going to—"

Before she finished speaking, Harry suddenly covered his forehead and squatted on the ground against the wall. He bit his lip and sucked in the cold air hissingly between his teeth, obviously enduring the pain with all his strength.

Su Fu had no choice but to draw out his magic wand and tap it lightly on his forehead, the bright white light cluster wrapped around the place where his palm was pressed, and after a while, he slowly stood up while leaning on the wall.

"Does the scar hurt a lot?"

"Yeah... it's been hurting a lot since, ever since Voldemort came back, and," said Harry hesitantly, "every time the scar hurts, I can see what Voldemort is doing, and sometimes I'll Become him, sometimes I am the snake beside him, sometimes I can feel what he is thinking..."

"How could this be?" Su Fu felt strange, "How did you know what he was thinking?"

"I can still feel his emotions, most of the time not very clearly, but two times very clearly, I still—" The boy raised his head and glanced at Su Fu secretly, and said, "I saw it in his mind You...professor."

Su Fu smiled slightly, and said in a cold tone, "He and I are old acquaintances."

She hesitated for a moment, then asked, "Did you see anyone else?"

"There is also a young girl, probably—" he raised his hand to compare with the wall next to him, "so tall and beautiful."

Su Fu couldn't help asking: "Brown hair, gray eyes, and a very gentle smile?"

Harry nodded in surprise.

Amaranta...she, or their dead friend.

With this name, she felt like her heart was hooked by sharp claws, and she felt disgusted and regretful.

Su Fu instantly grasped the thoughts that flashed through her mind, she didn't realize that the hand hanging by her side trembled slightly.

A deceased friend... a relic?

The White Castle was destroyed, and she had very little memory of Amaranta. What remains of the poor girl, and only one.

I'm afraid it can only be the red pine wand.

She clenched her hands into fists and let go, and hurriedly said to Harry, "I suddenly remembered something that must be done immediately, so let's go first."

After walking two or three steps, she forcibly turned her head and said, "If you encounter any problems and Dumbledore is not here, you can come to me."

"Okay," Harry nodded, and said suddenly, "Then can I learn from you the magic spell to relieve pain just now?"

Su Fu smiled: "Of course there is no problem, but you have to learn the runes first, because it is ancient magic."

Harry: "...forget it then."

……

After saying goodbye to Harry, she almost strode up the tower, opened the door and entered the office.

Dumbledore had given her back the wand since the last time, and it had been kept in the middle drawer of her desk.

She slowly opened the drawer and took out the beautiful wand. The warm red pine wood shone brightly and thickly under the light. Su Fu could hardly remember that the wand was held in Amaranta's hand what will it be like.

Why did Voldemort choose to use Amaranta's wand as a horcrux... and why is this wand in his own hand... If a wand contains someone's soul, can it still cast spells... Confused Such as hemp.

She knew the way to destroy the Horcrux, but she didn't plan to go to Dumbledore's office to get the Gryffindor sword. She was thinking wildly, a little scarlet flame burst out from her fingertips.

The air in front was faintly distorted by the high temperature.

She stared unblinkingly at the flame, then pressed her fingers to the red pine wand.

A scorched black spark instantly appeared on the smooth surface of Mo Zhan, and it tended to expand rapidly.

Su Fu immediately suppressed Li Huo.

She breathed a sigh of relief, unable to tell whether she was disappointed or glad.

Horcruxes, such as the black stone ring in Gaunt's old house, have extremely powerful protective magic on them, and it is impossible to ignite them all at once.

Wands... are not Horcruxes.

The traces of black magic never fade away. She looked at the scorched marks on the red pine wand that looked like stains, and suddenly threw it back into the drawer annoyed.

==

No matter whether people's progress will stop or not, time will never.

In the second half of the semester, Su Fu was entrusted by Dumbledore to teach Harry Potter Occlumency, although she didn't quite understand the principal's move, because it was obvious that she was better at Legilimency and Non-Occlumency.

The end of the fifth grade is very important for the little wizards, because they have to take the first big exam in their lives - the OWLs exam.

The students were all involved in the intense and even nervous review, which was no less than the situation when Su Fu was preparing for the National Judicial Examination. She still can't forget the fourteen core courses and the three major books. fear.

Soon the exam will come, and soon the exam will end.

The fifth grade students are like they have just been released from prison. They have basically suspended their classes, so they can be seen everywhere in the castle. Boys are talking about Quidditch and girls, and girls are quietly chatting about beauty potions And the boy, which aroused the envy and hatred of students in other grades.

Su Fu was very happy to teach one grade less. She told Dumbledore that every time she changed her homework, she wanted to curse.

Dumbledore said with a smile: "Teacher is a very attractive profession, but there are always some small troubles."

At that time, they were sitting in the principal's office, and Harry happened to be there, because Sirius, who had just returned from Lancashire, couldn't wait to see his godson, so when he came to find Dumbledore, he asked Su Fu to take Harry away. called over.

After exchanging pleasantries, Sirius returned directly from the fireplace in the principal's office to NO.12, Grimmauld Place, and Dumbledore asked Su Fu, "Aren't you planning to go back to London?"

Su Fu hesitated for a moment, but still shook his head, and said softly: "It's too dangerous, I can't bring disaster to him."

"You didn't write to Sherlock either?"

"Owls have to go through the inspection of the Ministry of Magic," Su Fu shrugged. "I called, but I only got through once."

Dumbledore sighed, and said, "Is the next plan still the same?"

Su Fu was silent for a while, and then said: "You have to find the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher again..."

"Perhaps the position is really cursed," Dumbledore joked, "almost no one can teach for a full year."

In the end, Su Fu and Harry left the principal's office together. When they parted at the stairs on the eighth floor, Harry couldn't help asking her, "Why did you say that you want Professor Dumbledore to find a Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher again?"

"Because I'm leaving," Su Fu patted the young man's head, he was about to grow to be as tall as her, "For...that matter that requires us to work together."

Harry nodded in a daze, watching her back gradually drifting away, and finally disappeared into the sunny corridor of the castle.

When he returned to the Gryffindor common room, the look of frustration was still on his face.

"Hey buddy, what's the matter?" Ron came over and put his arms around his shoulders, guessing, "Could it be that he and Qiu had a conflict?"

Harry's face was a little red. He hadn't been with Ravenclaw's senior, Cho Chang, for a long time, and Ron always liked to make little jokes about the two of them.

He pulled Ron's arm from the back of his neck and sat him down at Hermione's table.

Hermione was reading the sixth grade course introduction and course selection guide. Various forms and parchment booklets filled the entire table, and a copy of "Principles of Biochemistry" was pressed underneath.

"Professor Frank is leaving!" Harry shared the news he had just received with his two good friends.

Ron froze for a moment, and said, "Anyway, it's almost the end of the term, so it shouldn't be a problem to leave school early, right?"

"No!" Harry patted him, realized that his voice was a little loud, and quickly lowered his voice, "She asked Dumbledore to find a new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, and she won't teach us next semester!"

"Why!" Hermione yelled, and she was so excited that she rubbed several forms on the ground. She stretched her arms to pick them up, but kept her head flush with the table, and asked with great effort, "What happened?" what?"

The students around were all busy with their own affairs, and no one paid attention to their side. Harry's voice was so soft that it was almost only lip-syncing: "I guess, she is looking for a Horcrux."

Both Ron and Hermione fell silent.

Hermione managed to pick up her few forms, and Ron helped her pick up the rest, and said in a low voice, "I don't know who the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher will be, it's best not to be Snape..."

"I like Professor Frank's class!" Hermione patted her book in frustration, "She even knows magic circles!"

"But..." She shook her head, brushing away a little bit of hair on her forehead, "That matter is more important."

"I like her too," Harry looked out the window, where a snow-white bird was sitting on the windowsill, "I don't know when we will meet next time..."

At this moment, no matter it was the complaining boys and girls, or Su Fu who was about to leave, none of them thought that the scene would happen again, and it would be a year later...

Dumbledore's funeral.

However, the situation of a year has passed, and the situation has changed, and the soldiers are in chaos.

No matter who you are, there is a hazy feeling like a world away, like being awakened suddenly when you are dreaming. When you are still sleepy and your consciousness is drifting, someone tells you that the world has changed.

Su Fu arrived an hour before the funeral.

It was the clearest and most transparent day of the whole summer, holding a funeral in such weather was like a mockery of God.

No one thought that Dumbledore would die.

That humorous and kind old man, their great principal... When he really passed away, they suddenly realized that he was not omnipotent, he was not invincible.

When he was around, everyone would think, there was Dumbledore anyway.

Now he is dead.

He was to be buried in a grave, to rot in the dust, to leave forever.

Su Fu recalled that before she left, she hadn't spoken to the principal, and they hadn't contacted them a few times this year. She was running around, trying to find some clues to the past. If she knew she would get nothing, she might as well stay. At school, he might be able to save Dumbledore in times of crisis.

Just like he saved himself by going his own way many years ago.

Too bad she never got another chance, never again.

She saw Professor McGonagall leading the Gryffindor students to the funeral venue at the edge of the morning scene. Those young and immature faces were full of sincere sadness, and the bright white sun shone down on them. On the rosy faces of the children, the figures coming and going seemed to become unreal.

She heard someone greet her, and she replied mechanically. When she saw Harry in the crowd, she squeezed past him without hesitation, and patted him on the shoulder behind him.

Harry suddenly turned back, he was stunned for a while when he saw Su Fu, an ugly smile appeared on his pale face, his dry lips moved, and he asked, "When did you come back?"

"Just now." Su Fu realized that he was a little taller than herself now, and she didn't know what she should say at this time, as if nothing she said was right or appropriate.

In the end, she had no choice but to wrap her arms around the boy's neck and give him a gentle hug.

When she let him go, she heard a faint sob.

Sniffing, Harry turned and beckoned Ron and Hermione over, who stood in a row, waiting for the funeral to begin.

Su Fu didn't know exactly what the funeral process was, but after the funeral was over, Harry and Sirius stood by and didn't know what to say, Sirius put his arms around his shoulders, with a serious expression on his face.

Su Fu turned around and prepared to leave.

Harry suddenly raised his head and stopped her.

"Professor Frank!"

Su Fu turned around and asked, "What's wrong?"

"I—I have something to say to you," Harry whispered, "would you wait here for me?"

"it is good."

Harry turned and squeezed into the crowd, calling Hermione's name loudly, as if he had something urgent to do with her.

Su Fu walked up to Sirius and said, "You seem to be here later than me?"

Sirius looked darker and thinner than he had been a year ago, with a thick beard that hadn't been groomed in a long time.

"The location of the home has been exposed," Sirius whispered to her. "We are busy transferring, and now there are Death Eaters outside Grimmauld Square, so it is very difficult for me to come here."

"Be careful yourself." Su Fu could only comfort him like this.

Sirius shrugged, as if he was used to danger: "In the past year, we have been very curious about where you have been. Arthur said that Dumbledore must have given you some secret mission..."

"There is no secret mission," Su Fu said, "The nature of what I do is exactly the same as yours."

At this moment, Harry came to her clutching his pockets, and Su Fu followed him knowingly, and finally came under the biggest fir tree by the lake, which was already close to the Forbidden Forest, so no one passed by.

"We found this," Harry stuffed a shiny golden object into Su Fu's hands, "Dumbledore and I—but the real Horcrux has been replaced, it's just a fake."

His tone was very dejected.

Su Fu looked at the locket inlaid with the green diamond "S", opened it and took out a note from it.

"Did you know someone named R.A.B?" Harry asked expectantly.

Su Fu shook his head.

She closed the locket and returned it to Harry.

"This is Slytherin's locket, and Dumbledore speculates that other Horcruxes may be related to several other school founders. We know there are Hufflepuff's gold cup, Gryffindor or Ravenclaw There may be something else, but I don't know where..." Harry whispered, his voice getting weaker and weaker.

"It can't be Gryffindor's sword," Su Fu said, "I have never heard of Hufflepuff's cup, Ravenclaw... If you really don't have a clue, you might as well ask Ravenclaw's cup." ghost."

Harry nodded slowly.

"By the way, you -- you and Dumbledore," Su Fu felt that every time he said this name today or in the future, his heart would beat dull and numbly. "Where did you find this?"

She pointed to the locket that Harry had pocketed.

"In the cave behind the orphanage where Voldemort was a child," Harry said, "by the sea..."

Su Fu didn't even hear what was said later.

Of course she knew about that cave, and no one was even more familiar with that cave than she was.

It never occurred to her that Voldemort would put a piece of his precious soul there, obviously that was the place he hated the most, the origin of all nightmares, at first——

Initially? !

She shivered unexpectedly, not because of cold or fear, but because of inexplicable excitement.

"Where did it begin?" she murmured.

"what did you say?"

Su Fu suddenly stared at Harry motionlessly: "Tell me, is there any rule in Voldemort's choice of a Horcrux tool?"

"Uh..." Harry was taken aback by her burning gaze, and stammered, "It's very precious, such as Slytherin's locket, Hufflepuff's gold cup, Gaunt's ring... can't It is said that the equipment itself is very valuable, at least it should be very precious or meaningful to him, isn’t the diary? It was him when he was a teenager..."

"If he chooses different things to make Horcruxes at different ages, student days...youth...adulthood...what about childhood?" Su Fu said to himself, "he will choose one from his childhood. Things, to serve as Horcruxes?"

"I—don't know," Harry frowned. "Is it unlikely that anyone would know about Voldemort's childhood?"

"No..." Su Fu murmured.

I understand.

Voldemort had almost nothing in his childhood, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that he is one of the poorest unlucky little bastards in the world. If he wanted to choose a childhood thing to carry his soul, it must be unique.

Yes... the only gift his only friend gave him.

A single remaining relic.

==

The streets of London still looked familiar. Every step Su Fu took was one step closer to Baker Street, one step closer to Sherlock, and when she reached the opposite side of the street, she stopped.

Late at night in London, there are still neon lights, but it is empty. Standing on the side of the road, Su Fu can look across a street and see the still lit windows of 221B Baker Street.

Maybe someone stood by the window and played the violin?

She thought, maybe someone is sitting at the desk counting the number of blog views; maybe someone will knock on his door soon, bring him another magical case, and he will go to the scene of the crime with his doctor friend , to solve puzzles one after another.

Others would marvel at his ingenuity and perhaps say the same compliments as she did.

People will gradually know the name of the consulting detective, because he is destined to be great.

How good.

The only regret is that she cannot witness this great journey.

Maybe there's still time to come back?

Who knows when it will be.

She didn't even lift the disillusionment spell, she just disapparated.

A second later, she appeared by a dirty river, and the chimney of the mill in the distance was like a cannon barrel silently pointing at the clear night sky.

She walked along the cobblestone path to the depths of a low brick house, and the road sign with rusty stains and barely legible letters at the entrance of the alley showed that this was Spider's End Alley.

She went all the way to the door of the innermost house, the windows of which were blacked out.

But she raised her hand and knocked on the door.

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