[Comprehensive] Sherlock's Secret

When he knocked for the fifth time, the dark wooden door swung open.

In the dappled and blurred light and shadow, the tall figure of Severus stood at the door, blocking the only light in the room.

"I thought you were in Voldemort." Su Fu said lightly.

"It was there," Severus stepped aside to open the door, "I just came back not long ago."

Su Fu walked into his room, except for a dim candle on the table, she couldn't see anything clearly in the darkness, she raised her hand and drew out her magic wand.

Severus yelled, "Don't say Lumos!"

Su Fu didn't comment, and didn't hang down his wand, but turned to look at him.

In the darkness, his thin pale yellow face looked lifeless, and his eyes as deep as ancient wells were also dead.

"They said you killed Dumbledore." Su Fu stated plainly.

"He really didn't tell you a word..." The other party laughed mockingly.

"what?"

"Ring!" Severus suddenly became very irritable, and he said in a vicious voice, "The ring you found together—he is so old-fashioned that he would believe the legend of the Deathly Hallows! Trying to use the ring on that ring The stone resurrected someone, and the result was predictable, and the spell on the ring left him seriously injured, and he would not live more than a year—”

"So you killed him?" Su Fu asked in disbelief.

"I follow his orders." Severus calmed down suddenly, but still had a sarcastic and deeply tired face, "He doesn't care what I have to bear, as long as I fulfill his long-cherished wish."

Su Fu didn't speak for a long time.

a long time.

The small candle on the table was half burned, and tears of wax gradually flowed onto the table.

She remembered how, long ago, she had asked Dumbledore a question countless times.

……

"What do you think of death?"

"No big deal."

……

But now, he was really like that, and passed away as if he didn't care.

"Maybe he's right..." Su Fu murmured.

"He's always right!" Severus said, with a strong mockery in his tone, "When did the great Dumbledore miss? We unknown people can only be dominated by him forever, but we have to be concealed by him." !"

"I'm talking about his attitude towards death," Su Fu said coldly, "And, why are you so excited? Didn't you make mental preparations before you became a spy for him?"

"I don't need any psychological preparation," Severus said, looking at her quietly, "I just need to know that the Dark Lord killed Lily Evans, that's enough."

Su Fu felt that his eyes were sore.

She turned her head and deliberately repeated what she said just now: "What I'm talking about is his attitude towards death, the way he doesn't care about life and death—"

She stopped suddenly as she spoke, and murmured silently: "...to put your life and death aside?"

"What are you talking about?"

Su Fu wiped her eyes, raised her head, and ignored Severus' objecting gaze, she insisted on lighting the tip of her wand.

In the blue light, Severus Snape was tall and thin, with a pale face.

"I hope you live," she whispered, "my friend."

Severus frowned fiercely: "What are you going to do? Disappear for another year?"

"I didn't disappear, and Dumbledore didn't leave me any secret missions. I know what I should do—what I'm doing is exactly the same as what you're doing."

Severus hadn't seen her since that night.

The Order of the Phoenix diverted Harry Potter from Privet Drive, and everything went according to his plan, except that in that operation, Avery's jinx cut off one of Moody's arms, and his spell did not. Shen hit George Weasley, causing him to lose an ear.

On the night when the Ministry of Magic really fell, Harry and his two friends quietly faded out of everyone's sight. Severus probably knew where he would hide. Before NO.12 Grimmauld Place, because The location was exposed and besieged by Death Eaters, and the Order of the Phoenix withdrew from there collectively, including the owner of the house, Harry's godfather Sirius Black.

When Phineas Nigellus ran to the frame in the headmaster's office and told him that Harry Potter and his friends had foolishly chosen to hide in No. 12, Grimmauld Place, he couldn't help but sneer.

Dumbledore in the portrait smiled and said that it is not a bad thing for young people to be bold.

So Severus had to tell the Dark Lord that Grimmauld Place had apparently been abandoned by the Order, and that they wouldn't have the nerve to go back there.

Luckily the Potters didn't stay there very long.

But they went to the Ministry of Magic? !

He must have thought he had lived too long.

Since then, he hasn't heard from these young people for a long time. Like Su Fu, they seem to have disappeared without a trace, and their lives and deaths are unknown.

The winter of this year is coming soon.

The atmosphere in the castle was terribly gloomy. In Severus's memory, there had never been a Christmas as dull as this year. Alecto Caro was waving his wand like a madman to teach a few Gryffindors a lesson. There were so many students, he walked over without seeing them, and when he turned the corner, he met Professor McGonagall's extremely angry eyes.

Severus sneered and walked over, brushing her shoulder.

Behind him was Mag's stern scolding.

When the harsh winter is over, the ice and snow around the castle melt, and the world is revived, but everyone here knows very well that the real severe winter does not know when it will fade away.

One night in the cold spring, when he came back from the Dark Lord, he just opened the door of the office when he saw a person sitting on the high-backed chair behind the desk.

He turned his head and glanced outside the door almost without a pause, and then closed the door immediately.

"You are really brave, dare to come to school at this time?!" Severus growled.

Su Fu sat on the chair without moving, she looked thinner than before, her cheekbones protruded sharply, her face was shriveled, and her expression was tired.

And on the table in front of her was the gleaming Gryffindor sword.

"Su brought us new news." said Dumbledore in the portrait.

"Harry and the others camped in the Forest of Dean." Su Fu smiled.

"So, you've been secretly protecting Potter and the others all this time?"

"More than that," Su Fu said, "I also pay attention to the movements of the Death Eaters and Voldemort. I also solved the werewolves in the west last time."

"But these are not worth mentioning," she said, pointing to the Gryffindor sword, "you will use this."

Severus knew what she meant, he walked to the table, looked at Su Fu, then at the portrait of Dumbledore behind her, and said darkly: "So, she knows what's going on—— Why don't you tell me you gave Potter the sword, do you?"

Dumbledore looked at him apologetically, and said, "Yes, that's true..."

"You've been by Voldemort's side for a long time, so it's better not to know." Su Fu frowned.

"So, something to do with the Dark Lord?"

"Yes."

Severus was silent.

Su Fu continued: "In fact, I came here this time for this matter."

Dumbledore interrupted suddenly: "Do you think it's time?"

"Yes," Su Fu stood up, "Ron has gone back. They don't need my protection anymore. Voldemort already knows what they are doing. I think... it's time to find him and find out everything."

Dumbledore sighed, "I still hope that you won't be too superstitious about that prophecy."

Su Fu remained silent.

Dumbledore finally said: "Well, I wish you all the best."

Severus watched the two finish the whole sentence as if they were playing charades, and took Su Fu out of the office with the sword, but headed in an unnecessary direction.

==

For Sherlock, this year's Christmas is more dull than usual.

Or rather, every year.

Mycroft insisted on pulling him back home, and he stayed at home from Christmas Eve to the end of Christmas. Even though they invited John to come with him, he still felt that things like festivals were simply created by others. Come out to torture people.

On Christmas Eve, he and Mycroft played a Bach piece together, and John thought it was very nice. When they chatted around the dining table, Sherlock sat on the side playing the violin messily, jumping from this piece to that, at first Mycroft would call out the title of the song from time to time, but then he got tired of doing it, turned to talk to their father about the economic situation in Asia, and ignored him.

Mother was also listening to their conversation, only John kept paying attention to him. John had obviously heard very little of his repertoire, but he listened very carefully. I've heard it, it's called—what's it called?"

Sherlock played another section, and when he realized what it was, he stopped pressing the strings.

John was still desperately trying to figure out what the song was just now, Sherlock and Mycroft said at the same time: ""Memory"."

After McCoff finished speaking, he turned his head and continued chatting with his parents, but the careful Dr. Watson noticed that his friend seemed to be in a daze.

"What's the matter Sherlock?" John asked. "Is there something wrong with that song?"

"No." Sherlock whispered, changing another tune.

The next morning, when John got up and went downstairs, he saw Sherlock tying a red scarf on the Christmas tree. He asked suspiciously, "What are you doing?"

Sherlock turned around, turned his head to look at the Christmas tree, and said, "Give the witch a Christmas present."

John couldn't understand what he was saying, shook his head and went to the kitchen to get breakfast.

They returned to Baker Street on the second day of Christmas, and Sherlock was back to his usual self, but today he had something to do, because he was doing a chemical experiment that was said to be interesting, although John didn't see it as interesting Where.

After a while, the mobile phone Sherlock threw on the sofa rang. John picked it up and looked at it, then turned around and said, "You have a text message!"

"read."

John had no choice but to turn on his mobile phone and saw a text message from an unknown number. The content was very ordinary, and he read aloud:

"Merry belated Christmas because I forgot it was Christmas yesterday."

He was thinking about who this careless guy would even forget about Christmas, but Sherlock suddenly strode over and snatched the phone from him.

He stared at the phone for about 20 seconds, then gave a "chi" laugh, threw the phone back on the sofa, and continued his experiment.

John: "..."

He didn't know what to say at this time, words could not express Dr. Watson's mood at this time.

After a while, Sherlock took on a small case. He and John split up to find clues on both sides. He came back earlier. After he came back, he pasted all the photos of the scene that he had taken before on the wall. , standing in front of them and thinking about their previous connection.

Not long after, someone knocked on the door downstairs.

He ignored it.

After a while of indistinct speech, Mrs. Hudson's shout came from downstairs: "Sherlock! There is a lady who is here to find you!"

"Let her come up!" He said without even turning his head, and then his thoughts returned to those photos.

Until the door he had been hiding was gently pushed open, and someone walked in silently.

The visitor didn't say anything, but closed the door gently after entering.

Sherlock turned around suddenly, froze for a moment before saying, "... Sue?"

Su Fu changed her appearance back, and said with a smile, "So you can recognize her?"

"You haven't changed the color or shape of your eyes," Sherlock walked up to her in two steps, "and if I wasn't thinking about the case just now, I could have recognized you by the sound of my footsteps."

Su Fu took the initiative to kiss his lips, and said, "I want to drink water, go get me a glass of water."

He turned to pour water into the kitchen, went in for a second and poked his head out: "I can't find a spare cup, can you use mine?"

Su Fu stood by the wall, seeming to be looking at the photos of the case.

"Okay." She agreed.

Sherlock poured water for her, and she sat back on the sofa and asked, "Where's Dr. Watson?"

"I don't seem to have mentioned John to you?" Sherlock asked suspiciously.

"But I do know," Su Fu said with a narrowed smile, "I saw his blog."

"Oh," Sherlock replied dryly, "he also wrote that I didn't know the intersection of yellow and red—"

Su Fu laughed: "The problem is, this is an indisputable fact."

She picked up the water glass, but only took a sip.

Sherlock looked at her. They hadn't seen each other for a long, long time. She looked almost unchanged, except that she was surprisingly thin.

"Judging from the current level of social development in Britain, you don't seem to have to suffer from hunger?" he muttered.

"You only get fat when you stay at home," Su Fu said, "but I—"

She was suddenly a little speechless, when she was watched by Sherlock's gray-blue eyes.

"I'm leaving." She lowered her head and said softly.

Sherlock didn't look away, and after a while, he said slowly, "Just now I thought you would say that I'm coming back..."

Su Fu bit her lip hard, she trembled unconsciously due to the pain.

"I--"

"Would you like to hear about my new case?" he interrupted him suddenly.

Su Fu seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, she stepped down heavily on her shoulders, supported her knees with her elbows and said, "I want to sleep——I feel very tired."

She doesn't look like a healthy person.

Sherlock got up and pushed open the bedroom door: "John lived in my original room, and now I live in the one you used to live in."

The layout of the room has hardly changed, it is still simple and outrageous, with a cold air.

For some reason, Su Fu wanted to laugh, but couldn't. She took off her coat and lay on the bed, pulled the quilt over her nose, revealing only a pair of dark eyes.

Sherlock pulled off her quilt, lowered his head and kissed her eyes again, and then closed the door without a sound and went out.

He didn't say anything.

After a while, John came back, and as soon as he entered the door, he said loudly: "There is no news from the hospital, you—"

Sherlock turned to him, stretched out a finger to press his lips and made a silent movement, John widened his eyes in doubt, and asked him why with his mouth, but before he could explain, there was a noise in the bedroom There was a soft bang like an explosion.

He took two steps and pushed open the bedroom door, but there was no one inside.

The quilt was neatly spread, without a single wrinkle, and it looked as if a silent wind had blown through it.

John came over to take a look, and then continued to complain to him about the hospital. He came out of the kitchen with a teacup, suddenly glanced at the cabinet on the fireplace, and said, "Sherlock, you finally threw that broken harmonica away." gone?"

Sherlock said without looking back, "Maybe it was stolen by a wizard who knows magic."

John giggled, and he waved his hands: "If you want to steal something valuable, why do you want a harmonica that you can't even play, by the way..."

There is fresh green outside the window, and early spring is just around the corner.

==

Su Fu apparated twice before reaching her destination.

White Castle is located in the mountains, almost hiding from people's eyes and ears, and built in seclusion. This castle has been destroyed for decades, and because of the remaining protective spells and magic circles around it, no one broke in.

There are ruins and ruins here, desolate and desolate, and the cold wind whimpers.

The once-beautiful green lake is surrounded by messy reeds and wormwood, and its claws and claws are reflected in the dead lake. There are four side-by-side tombs by the lake, and the marble inscriptions are mottled. It is amazing that it seems that someone often sweeps the tombs, and the surrounding grass is overgrown. However, the tomb is very clean.

Su Fu squatted beside the second tombstone.

She dug a hole in the ground with her hands and buried the red pine wand in it.

"Sorry... for taking your wand for so many years."

"It seems useless to say I'm sorry now." She lowered her head, tightly gripped a corner of the tombstone with her fingers, and finally pressed her forehead against the icy cold stone, "I have lived so many years longer than you... ...When I figure things out, I will go with you, shall I?"

As she spoke, she stood up, rolled up her sleeves as she walked forward, and pressed on the Dark Mark that had been silent for an unknown number of years.

It was a burning pain that went deep into the bone marrow and soul. After so many years, she heard his name from everyone's mouth, and the name from her own mouth. He seemed to have never left her life. .

a friend?No, an irrelevant person, or rather, an enemy.

Su Fu saw the resurrected Voldemort in Harry Potter's memory, wondering if he could still be called a human being?

But at this moment, he walked slowly by the desolate lake. This place was full of decay and memories of the past.

"It's so nostalgic," he said. "I didn't think that one day you'd be able to use the mark I gave you, my friend."

After noon, the weather is not very good, the hazy clouds in the sky are like rotten cotton wool, with old mold spots growing.The cloud shadows were reflected in the lifeless lake water, and the figures of the two people standing by the lake were also reflected in the lake water. The shadows looked like two dark and vague water ghosts.

"So you still remember who I am." Su Fu said indifferently, "I thought you had already discarded your past as trash."

"The old days are not very memorable, but I always remember them."

"For example, the people you killed?" Su Fu asked, "For example, the crimes you committed? For example, what you have always pursued—the delusion of immortality?"

An angry look flashed across Voldemort's pale, snake-faced face, but it disappeared quickly. He stroked his wand and said, "But you have to admit, Vera, that I have traveled farther than anyone else on this road."

"So you look like a ghost and a ghost now, it's disgusting!"

Voldemort raised his hand and waved a curse, which was easily avoided by Su Fu.

"Do you think you are great?" She walked forward step by step, "Eternal life obtained by killing?"

Voldemort's scarlet pupils stared at her hand that was not holding a wand, and she didn't know when there was a tattered harmonica.

"Rely on it?" She waved the harmonica towards him, "Rely on them?"

Another sharp spell was thrown away by Su Fu again.

"It seems that you already know," Voldemort said coldly, "It is not a good way to threaten me with a Horcrux."

"threaten?"

Voldemort's wand suddenly pointed at the silent lake, and he waved his arm, and the emerald green lake turned into a huge boa constrictor that soared into the sky with a "crash", and Su Fu's spell split a cold white light, cutting the snake in half broken.

Water poured down from the sky, she apparated into the distance, Voldemort followed closely, he was like an erratic black mist, as he walked, the surrounding stones and rubble embedded in the mud for many years were like cannonballs Shooting towards Su Fufei, she blocked it with an Obstacle Curse, but Voldemort suddenly appeared behind her and snatched the harmonica from her hand.

He stood on a stone platform with a ferocious sneer, looking down at Su Fu.

And Su Fu also smiled, and said: "I suspect that what you split is not the soul, but the brain—do you think I will be so stupid as to bring the Horcrux in front of you and let you snatch it?"

Voldemort looked down and saw that the harmonica in his hand slowly turned into a glass test tube.

He crushed the test tube.

The glass debris fell from his fingers nimbly, Su Fu sneered and said, "The Horcrux was destroyed before I came to you, isn't it a surprise?"

Voldemort's blood-red pupils were like sandstorms gradually rising on the horizon. Violence and anger swept through his eyes for a moment. He waved his wand indiscriminately and shot out various powerful spells. Su Fu remained calm. Destroyed his spells one by one.

After a while, he stopped attacking. Standing in a mess filled with smoke and dust, Voldemort suddenly laughed nervously.

"You think you can kill me by destroying the harmonica?" He said viciously, "You think it's only my horcrux that was destroyed? Dear Vera, don't you never wonder why you fell for my horcrux? Can Vada Kedavra still live?"

"So the harmonica is my horcrux?" Su Fu raised her eyebrows, she didn't seem to be surprised at all, "So? No matter what purpose I created the horcrux in the first place, but now I don't need it anymore gone."

Voldemort seemed to have finally calmed down, and he sighed with feigned regret: "Maybe I shouldn't have taken away your memory back then, look at you, I even forgot our common pursuit..."

"Me? Immortality?" Su Fu pointed to himself, as if he had heard something funny, "You are a liar, it's just your own wish, I never had such an idea."

"But you did it!" Voldemort's expression became very cold. "You made a Horcrux, do you know how to split a soul? Rely on killing people—split your own soul by destroying other people's souls!"

"So I destroyed it!" Su Fu yelled at him, "Even if the black magic artifact can achieve your purpose, but look at your current appearance? The Dark Lord, the mysterious man—is this what you want? Massacre and fear, is this what you said at the beginning of 'the interests of wizards are paramount'?!"

"Why not?" Voldemort looked at her coldly and said, "I will stop wizards from hiding, I will stop mudbloods from polluting wizards' noble blood, and I will make those who despise us pay the price!"

"Crazy, crazy, I think you are really sick!"

"What about you?" Voldemort raised his wand and pointed at her, his red eyes narrowed dangerously like snake pupils, "My close partner, my friend—you betrayed me and our faith! You You are a shameful traitor! You actually turned against Dumbledore! Now that he is dead, my people killed him, and you have to pay the price for your betrayal and resistance—"

He spat at Su Fu: "Now you don't have a Horcrux, you're just a mortal body—how easy it would be to kill you, like crushing an ant——AvadaKed□□ra Life)!"

The golden light shot out from the tip of Su Fu's magic wand brilliantly and brilliantly. The two rays of light collided, and it was as if a cloud of fireworks exploded in the air.

The light was flying around, and their respective spell powers blasted away all the stones and gravel in the ruins of the castle. Su Fu avoided the impact of the explosion of the nearest stone pillar, and heard Voldemort loudly: "No matter how much you dodge, you will never escape— —”

She went out with a cold voice: "Did you say that when you killed the Dawes family?"

"That's why you called me here?" Voldemort sneered. "Look at this place, rotten and desolate. This place has created traitors and thieves, and it has also created me. What is there to miss in the past? They are all traitors." It's just boring—”

"You are really hopeless..." Su Fu murmured, and suddenly stuck her wand on the ground, with golden inscriptions quietly lighting up in the ancient ruins around her, spreading all the way to Voldemort's feet. Before he had time to react, the golden arc of light had already climbed up his body, binding him like a rope.

Su Fu stood up and walked forward step by step.

"Although the White Castle has been destroyed, the protective magic circle will not be destroyed," she said, "Do you still remember that this magic circle was filled inch by inch by Amaranta and I, and it will defeat you in many years!"

"This is the reason why I summoned you here, and it is also the fate of you not wanting to recall the past."

Voldemort looked at her, his eyes seemed to be poisonous.

"You think you can defeat me like this?" His laughter was sharp and piercing, full of irony, "After so many years, you are still as naive as before, so naive as to be pathetic... Ah, Dumbledore is still the same Old-fashioned? The so-called trust and love will make you lose your memory, be controlled by me, and become a puppet..."

"Are you mocking me for trusting you?" Su Fu said calmly.

"Look, you've always been this indifferent," he said in a strangely friendly tone, "Amaranta is smarter than you—"

Su Fu struck out a spell and hit him, leaving a deep bloodstain.

Blood slowly seeped out, stuck to his fingers, stained with floating dust, and fell to the ground tick-tock.

She raised her wand and pointed it at Voldemort's forehead, and he said with a smile, "You want to kill me—no, no, that alone won't kill me..."

"I've never thought about it that way," she whispered, her words were barely audible, "It's not my purpose to destroy Horcruxes, I just want to figure out something..."

"Legilimens (Legilimens)."

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