[Comprehensive] Sherlock's Secret

The surrounding scene was rapidly receding, with colorful mottled colors, the White Castle seemed to be rebuilt, and it restored its majestic and magnificent appearance in an instant.

She bumped her head into a patch of warm sunlight.

It seemed to be a sunny afternoon, Amaranta came up and down the spiral staircase with a snow-white skirt, her soft long brown hair was shining in the sun, and her beautiful cheeks were more like lilies blooming in the wind.

Yet she had a worried look on her face.

She walked briskly down the winding staircase to a fir tree by the lake, twirled her fingers around the lace of her dress, and waited.

But after a while, someone called her from behind: "Amaranta, what do you need from me?"

Amaranta turned around and saw a slender young man walking towards her. His hair was a little long, covering half of his ears. He had a very good appearance, deep features, and a gentle and polite smile on his handsome face. He is an easy-going young man.

"Good afternoon, Tom." Amaranta lifted the hem of her skirt to greet him.

Young Voldemort, or rather Tom Riddle bent down and kissed the back of her hand lightly.

"Good afternoon, my dear lady."

Amaranta looked disturbed, and she asked anxiously, "Is Su going to help father sort out the books?"

"Yes, she went with Heidi," Riddlewyn said.

"I—" Amaranta hesitated to speak, but finally gritted her teeth and said, "I saw you went to the alchemy room and took father's previous notes, that..."

"It's related to the Dresden stone slab," Riddle said calmly. "Vera and I are researching a magical artifact called a horcrux. We need Mr. Frings' notes as a reference. I have already greeted him. gone."

"Su is with you?" Amaranta asked in surprise.

"Yes," Riddle smiled slowly, "This is something she is interested in, and I am just helping."

"Is that so..." The expression on Amaranta's face was finally relieved, and she said seriously, "Then you have to be careful, there is a reason why father locked those notes and did not study them anymore, because it is really dangerous. "

"Don't worry," Riddle said, "We only made theoretical assumptions, and didn't think about practice."

……

One morning at the dinner table, old Dawes took the butter handed over by the house elf, and said slowly: "Two Muggles died in the village below the mountain, and there was a lot of trouble..."

"Aren't the Muggles at war?" interjected young Heidi, "Grindelwald isn't as noisy as they are."

Mrs. Frings gave her little daughter a reproachful look, and said, "They are all dead, don't talk nonsense."

Su Fu spread ketchup on his bread spoon by spoon, and said casually: "The war hasn't spread to the mountains yet, but there are disputes where there are people, so don't worry about it."

Riddle chewed his breakfast quietly and gracefully, with a calm expression, without saying a word.

Amaranta glanced at him stealthily.

……

One night, Su Fu and Riddle quarreled over something, and the quarrel was so loud that it even disturbed Heidi who was playing on the landing. She ran to tell Amaranta, and Amaranta quickly rushed over.

The focus of their debate seems to be the issue of pure blood and mixed blood, as well as Muggles and the like. Although Amaranta was born of pure blood, thanks to the old Daws, she has never paid much attention to this aspect. Some wonder why the two friends quarreled over this incident.

But no matter how persuasion is the most important thing, so she opened the door and went in, separating the two people who were at war.

Although they were both young people, they were both calm and composed. They stopped the quarrel very quickly, and even sincerely apologized to each other on the spot, and got back together.

And when Amaranta left the room, she inadvertently glanced at the notes spread out on the table, and she was surprised by what was written on it.

……

It was still night, a slender figure walked quickly through the corridor, she strode up the stairs, came to the door of a certain room, and knocked on the door anxiously.

After a few seconds, the door opened, and Su Fu asked in surprise and doubt: "Amaranta? You have something to do with me so late?"

"Yes, there is something to do." Amaranta glanced at the corridor, then quickly dodged in and closed the door behind her back.

She took two things out of her robe pocket and threw them on the bed. Su Fu looked at them with a frown. They were a faded accent harmonica and a strangely shaped jewel brooch.

"What are you doing...?" Su Fu asked.

Amaranta said incoherently: "I don't know which of these is a Horcrux, but there must be one, or neither, I can't be sure, so I stole them all-this is the banshee Lorelei The brooch originally belonged to my father’s collection, but my father gave it to him because he liked it, and the harmonica—”

"What are you talking about?" Su Fu interrupted her.

"Horcrux!" Amaranta yelled, her originally rosy face was now bloodless and frighteningly pale, fine sweat oozes from her forehead, soaking most of her temple hair.

Immediately afterwards, she realized that her voice was too loud, she quickly lowered her voice, almost gritted her teeth and said, "Tom Riddle is crazy! He actually split his soul to create a Horcrux—"

"How is this possible?" Su Fu frowned deeply, "He also promised me that he would never try..."

"He lied to you!" Amaranta yelled, speaking quickly, "he lied to me too, he lied to all of us! He must have told you that he is studying the method of using spells to create Horcruxes. Changing it to alchemy is simply impossible! My father has tried it a long time ago, he is lying to you - he just wants you to help him find the best way to make Horcruxes, he doesn't care about the price at all!"

"But how do you know—"

"I saw it, I saw him go down the mountain that day, and it didn't take long for the news that two Muggles died in the village!"

"How can you be sure—"

"Father Odin, how dare I accuse my friend with empty words?" Amaranta almost cried out, "I went to secretly look at the corpses of those two Muggles. They didn't have any wounds on them. It's Avada Kedavra! Only White Castle has wizards around here—don't argue with me, I saw his notes, it's true!"

She broke down and cried, but she suppressed her crying and didn't want others to hear her. She said intermittently: "My God, why did he become like this-what does he think of his soul? His Horcrux is the most Evil black magic artifact, what should we do, Su—”

"Destroy." Su Fu said calmly, "The soul that was split out by destroying someone else's soul has been distorted and corrupted, and it is impossible to fuse it back. Destroy this first, and then find a way to remedy his incomplete soul."

She said and turned her eyes to the two things on the bed: "You think it's one of them?"

"It's also possible that they are neither..." Amaranta said in a nasal voice.

"It could be both."

"How dare he—"

"What else is he afraid of?"

Su Fu picked up the strange brooch and murmured: "The way to destroy black magic artifacts...the sharpest sharp weapon or the most evil black magic, Amaranta, stand far away."

She put the brooch on the table, and continued to cast three or four spells, but the brooch did not move.

"There is a protective spell, I must break his spell first."

But before she could say the next spell, the door of the room was suddenly pushed open with a "bang".

Riddle stood at the door with a confused expression.

He walked in slowly, glanced at the brooch on the table, and asked in his usual tone, "What are you doing?"

Amaranta grabbed the brooch and threw it on the bed, threw Su Fu behind her, and drew out her wand at the same time.

"Destroy it..." she whispered, "right now."

"I asked," Riddle stepped forward, his wand slowly revealed from the hand behind his back, "what are you doing?"

"We are helping you!" Amaranta roared hoarsely, "Do you know what a horcrux means? My father watched a powerful wizard die tragically in his laboratory because he tried to split his soul! His soul will never be redeemed!"

"Don't compare me to that group of trash!" Riddle said with a gloomy face, "I've already succeeded!"

"What about your soul? Have you ever wondered what would become of your split soul—what would happen to your own soul? The only wizard in history who successfully made a Horcrux, he didn't end up immortal , he was crazy! In the end, he destroyed the Horcrux himself, and he died in a daze..."

Amaranta lowered her voice, "Don't tell me you don't know!"

"I don't care—Vera!" He raised his hand and swung a spell to hit the floor at Su Fu's feet, gritted his teeth, "Stop, give me back the things."

"So that you can continue to kill people and ruin your own soul?" Su Fu asked coldly, without stopping at all while chanting the mantra.

Riddle wanted to stop her, but the spells were blocked by Amaranta standing in front. He couldn't move for a while, but Su Fu quickly destroyed all the protective spells on the brooch.

A phantom shadow rose from the gemstones set in the brooch, gradually becoming clear in the dim candlelight.

"Vera," Shadow called softly, "you cannot kill me."

That shadow was exactly the same as Riddle who was fighting with Amaranta, except that his pupils were blood red, and there was a hint of madness and sickness hidden under his gentle smile.

"Soul?" Su Fu asked warily.

"I am your Tom," Shadow said sweetly, "Are you really going to kill me?"

"Look at him," Shadow said resentfully, "Look at what he has become now, all he thinks about is immortality, he is no longer your friend, I am, let me out... let it go I'm coming out!"

"I think you are crazy."

As Su Fu spoke, she began to recite all the offensive black magic she could think of, and some of the spells took effect, hitting the shadow with puffs of dirty smoke.

"No!" Riddle yelled, he didn't know what spell he chanted, but Amaranta didn't block it, and the light of the spell passed through her body and hit Su Fu's back.

"what--"

She raised her head in pain, her back seemed to be corroded by something, the black and purple light scorched her clothes, and hideous marks quickly covered her entire back.

And in the palm of her hand that was not holding the wand, a few blood-red flames burst out suddenly. When she fell forward, she held the brooch in the palm of the hand full of flames!

The shadow screamed in fear and was licked and burned by the flames. Riddle's eyes were red and he said something angrily. He raised his hand again and slashed a spell. Su Fu tried his best to block it, but he still couldn't.

She knelt on the ground, the blood dripping everywhere, soaking the harmonica that fell on the ground completely.

Even though her eyes were open, she seemed to have lost her soul, no matter how much Amaranta called, she couldn't come back.

It was as if what was kneeling and bleeding was just a body, without consciousness and soul.

"You—cough, cough, you really can do it!" Amaranta couldn't hold back the blood in her abdomen and chest, the blood seemed to flow into the alveoli, and she couldn't speak fluently because of the choking.

Riddle looked at him condescendingly, with cold eyes: "Aren't you the one who made me angry first? Amaranta."

Amaranta laughed sadly and ironically: "Who knew you didn't have a heart at all?"

She let go of the hand covering the wound, because she found that she couldn't cover it at all.

Hot blood rushed out of her open wound like a river. She turned her head slightly to look at Su Fu whose face was gradually turning pale, and quietly put the blood-stained hand behind her back.

"You've been lying to all of us, huh?" She whispered, her tone soft, like a dandelion blown away by the spring breeze on a small hill, "I'll do whatever it takes for my own ends, I'll let it go, Su Shi The partner you grew up with, you actually chanted the death curse on her without hesitation?"

"Don't go too far, Amaranta," Riddle said casually, bending over slowly, and resting his wand on her blood-stained chest, "No one likes a smart girl, and Vera never minds her own business— — if you don't tell her, we'll all be fine."

"So are you going to kill me?" Amaranta coughed a few times in a low voice, "You never care about others, but you will kill anyone who stands in your way?"

"You talk a lot of nonsense," Riddle sneered, he stood up, "the dead don't need so much talk, my dear."

He raised his wand high, without a trace of pity on his indifferent face, and just as he was about to pronounce the first syllable of the spell, Amaranta, who had always looked sad and sad, suddenly sneered and leaned on the ground Turning over, she turned her wand upside down, and tapped the handle of the wand on the ground——a heavy, muffled "boom".

Blood-red traces of inscriptions spread rapidly from the place where she was holding the wand, blood lines intertwined, and finally became a bloody magic circle.

It was only then that Riddle realized that she just said a lot of nonsense just to buy time to draw this formation.

"Do you think this will save your own life?"

Amaranta waved her magic wand, and all the lights in the room went out, only the blood-red magic circle on the ground exuded a frightening and gloomy gleam.

There was a chaotic sound of "clanking in the hall", and miserable green lights shot out from all directions of the room, and figures flashed past. When all the green lights were silent, the lights in the room were turned on again.

Almost all the furniture and furnishings were smashed to pieces.

Riddle's hair was disheveled, and his fair face was stained with blood. He smiled contemptuously and madly, and walked up to the dying Amaranta:

"AvadaKed□□ra (AvadaKed□□ra)!"

She is dead.

Lying in the middle of the blood-red magic circle, he tilted his head towards Su Fu beside the bed, and looked at her with wide eyes.

Always look at her.

Riddle gasped for breath. He walked around Amaranta's body, picked up Su Fu who had fainted on the ground at some point, and put him on the bed. Black scars dried into dead bark.

Then he picked up the blood-stained harmonica and chanted a cleansing spell. After thinking about it, he put it in Su Fu's pocket.

The room was dead silent.

He knew that the movement here would not alarm anyone, because he had placed a listening spell and a protective spell all over the corridor before he found out that the Horcruxes were missing and came to find them.

Now all that needs to be done is done.

Riddle stood up. He took out a small bottle from his pocket for a long time, and poured the liquid on Amaranta's body. The body that still had body temperature began to emit a light green The smoke sizzled at the same time, collapsing, dissipating, and softening at a speed visible to the naked eye, until it disappeared completely.

Until she turned into a puddle of thin blood, flowing, and merged with the magic circle drawn with blood as a pen and claws.

Riddle walked to the center of the room, waving his wand slowly.

The shifted furniture jumped back to its original position, smashed utensils and reassembled them into their original appearance, the blood and other traces on the ground were swept away, and the whole room returned to its original appearance, if it wasn’t for Su Fu lying on the bed, , there is no way to see that there was a fierce fight just now.

He stood beside the bed for a while, then suddenly pressed his magic wand against Su Fu's temple, squirmed his lips and silently chanted a spell, and then a silver-blue thread-like thing was pulled out from her temple.

The memory stuck to the tip of the wand like cotton wool, and Riddle shook it nonchalantly...and then dissipated.

He conjured up a cloak and put it on the unconscious Su Fu, picked her up and walked out the door silently.

He left White Castle, and as soon as he walked into the courtyard, he immediately disapparated. The destination was a strange room. After he put Su Fu down, he found that she was holding a blood-stained red pine wand in her hand.

It's not her wand.

Riddle knew her wand very well, so he had to go back to White Castle, and found Su Fu's wand in the corner of the room just now. He walked out of the castle, but suddenly sneered, and returned the same way.

The night was still quiet and deep.

……

When Su Fu woke up, she was already in England. She didn't know how many days she had been in a coma, and her mind was dizzy. When she asked about Riddle, he said that there was an accident in the alchemy laboratory, and she was affected and injured. I had no choice but to take her back to England.

What he said was extremely serious, Su Fu couldn't help but not believe it.

……

Then came the establishment of the first batch of Death Eaters. Su Fu gradually found that he was becoming more and more violent. Fu felt more and more that something was wrong, and even developed a sense of fear towards him.

Until she went to Dumbledore...until she found a piece of her memory was missing...until Tom Riddle gave himself a new name - Voldemort...until he sneered and asked her to go to Dumbledore what to do...

Until... an Imperius Curse ruined everything in the past.

The friends he needs are servants who support obedience, not betrayers.

So in this world there is no longer Su's friend Tom, only the Dark Lord, the man who can't even mention his name.

……

Su Fu was clear about what happened afterwards.

The White Castle in the dream collapsed into ruins again, and she returned to reality, suddenly realizing that she was standing in the cold wind at dusk, standing in front of Voldemort.

Her grip on the wand was so heavy that her knuckles were blunt and her skin was pale.

"You killed Amaranta..." she said word by word.

"Of course," Voldemort's snake eyes were cold and ruthless, "or you can tell me, what is the value of her living?"

Su Fu laughed slowly, as if forming a hard smile on her face, but there was no smile at all. She raised her wand and shouted loudly: "Avada Ked□□ra (Avada Kedra)!"

But Voldemort hid in the past.

He sneered and quickly backed away, saying: "You think my Occlumency is as bad as yours? You have to pay the price for my Legilimency - when you were indulging in the mourning memory of the past, I had already broken free from the magic circle! "

"I said it too," Su Fu said softly, "I didn't come to kill you..."

She waved her magic wand to block his spell, but when she wanted to disapparate, she found that restrictions were set up around her, and she couldn't leave at all. She finally sighed sadly.

Before leaving, Dumbledore told her not to be too superstitious about prophecies.

Now when the truth came out, she felt that what he said was right and wrong.

You can't believe it all, but you have to believe it.

She resisted those spells with all her strength, so concentrated that everything around her seemed to lose its voice.

The last spell flew over and collided with her spell, arousing a huge force, lifting her up, and falling into the lake with a "crash".

Miraculously, the water in Bihu is still so clear after so many years.

She is sinking slowly.

And the golden fish scales dancing on the surface of the water are floating, rippling and jumping, rippling the setting sun and beautiful clouds in the water like a dream, those bright white, soft red and golden rays cut into the water one by one like sharp swords, melted into the darkness, and Cut the bottom of the water into colorful and hazy crystal worlds.

Slowly, those unreal crystal bubbles filled her vision.

Rippling, wandering, and finally brought her back to a beautiful and gentle dreamland.

A second before she closed her eyes, she seemed to hear someone calling her name again.

But before she had time to agree, she had already lost all consciousness.

==

"You said the murderer was the deceased's neighbor?" John asked in surprise, "Impossible, the surveillance showed that the deceased was out during the time when he was murdered!"

"Comparing the corridor and the surveillance video at the door," Sherlock waved his hand at him carelessly, with a listless voice, "you will find that there is a time difference of 3 minutes, which is enough for him to stab someone to death."

John thought for a long time with a blank face, then immediately turned on the computer and compared the two surveillance videos.

After watching it twice in a row, he murmured, "It's really 3 minutes away..."

Then he raised his voice again: "Sherlock, it's really 3 minutes behind!"

"To be exact, it's three minutes and 23 seconds." Sherlock got up from the sofa and looked at John who was changing clothes, and asked, "Are you going out?"

"I'll go and tell Inspector Lestrade about this." John said as he straightened his collar and was about to go out.

"Isn't it okay to make a phone call? You're not living in the age of cavemen," Sherlock stared straight at him, and his tone became sharper, "or is it that the dentist finally didn't dislike you for being short and was willing to date you?" gone?"

"Don't make trouble," John said, pointing to Sherlock. He seemed to be in a good mood and didn't care about the sarcasm in his tone at all. "I haven't forgotten what happened to Lisa last time—the Chinese gangster smuggling case. Don't try to help you investigate while I'm on a date!"

"Oh, that's really unfortunate," Sherlock exclaimed exaggeratedly, and then looked at him blankly and said, "And her name is Lacey, not Lisa."

"Whatever her name is, it's all in the past tense," John said seriously, "Now, Meryl is the focus!"

He said and opened the door and went out.

Sherlock snorted.

He paced up to the window and watched the crowds flow like a weaving cart, while John's figure gradually disappeared into the crowd.

He turned to look at Mr. Skeleton.

It has been more than a month since the witch stole the harmonica, and the place has been empty since the harmonica left, and the person who took it has remained silent.

No news at all.

He turned his gaze to the window again.

God, how bored does he have to be to stand here looking at Street View?he asked himself.

Then God didn't let him down, a person appeared on the street corner who would never be here at this time.

Hermione Granger, Su Fu's student?

Sherlock frowned subconsciously, and shouted: "Mrs. Hudson, open the door, there are guests coming!"

So someone came to the door of 221B, and just about to knock on the door, the door was already opened.

Mrs. Hudson said kindly: "Are you looking for Sherlock?"

The girl was taken aback, but fortunately she reacted quickly and quickly adjusted her facial expression and said, "Yes, hello, I'm Hermione Granger."

"Come in, son," said Mrs. Hudson, letting the door open for her. "Sherlock is upstairs. Go find him."

Hermione went upstairs and found the upstairs door ajar, but she knocked anyway.

"Come in," Sherlock said.

Hermione pushed the door open, and couldn't help laughing when she saw him: "Long time no see, Mr. Holmes!"

"Long time no see, Miss Granger." Sherlock gestured for her to sit on the sofa, "You didn't come to me specifically to ask chemistry questions, did you?"

"Of course not," Hermione restrained her smile slightly, she sat upright on the sofa opposite him, "I'm here to deliver something to you—"

She stopped talking, and Sherlock said knowingly: "There is no one in the room except you and me."

Hermione lowered her head and took out a small pearl bag from her pocket, then stretched her arm in and grabbed it for a while, and pulled out an old suitcase.

Sherlock immediately recognized that it belonged to Su Fu.

"I'll return Professor Frank's box to you," Hermione said. She looked sallow and thin, but her brown eyes were shining brightly. "The tower is destroyed, and we still need to house the wounded. I'm afraid that it will be thrown away casually." Alright, I'll send it to you first."

Sherlock raised his eyebrows: "Wounded?"

"Yeah—they must have forgotten to tell you," Hermione said excitedly, "Harry defeated Voldemort! Our war has been won! Although more than half of the castle has been destroyed, we will be able to repair it soon—"

"That's really congratulations to you." Sherlock said dryly, "But I want to ask more, why did you send Su's box back, and she herself?"

"She—" Hermione was stunned and at a loss for words, and said for a while, "The last time I saw her was more than a year ago, and it was Dumbledore's funeral—"

"Whose funeral?" Sherlock interrupted her.

"Professor Dumbledore—" Hermione suddenly realized, "So you don't know?"

"I don't know..." he muttered, "That old man died just like that?"

"Professor Snape is Headmaster of Hogwarts now—"

"He?" Sherlock showed a look of disgust on his face, "Can he be the principal?"

Hermione: "..."

She continued with some embarrassment: "But Professor Snape was seriously injured in the battle and is still in a coma. I don't know when he will wake up."

"Sirius, Mr. and Mrs. Lupin, and Moody Bill are busy hunting down death eaters and werewolves wandering around. They haven't seen each other for three days."

"There are still a lot of wounded in the castle that need to be transferred. Harry, Ron, and Ginny are helping to transfer the wounded, and they are almost overwhelmed."

"They think I'm Muggle-born and more familiar with London's subway," Hermione looked at him sincerely, "so I'm here to deliver the box to you."

Sherlock silently looked at the old whitish old suitcase lying flat on the coffee table.

The war is over, everyone is fine, only her... has not been heard from.

……

When John came back in the afternoon, he found an old suitcase on the table, and Sherlock was standing by the window playing the violin.

It was a piece of music that he had never heard before, but it was long and slow, which made people feel sad for no reason.

Juanjuan was squatting on his music shelf, what was amazing was that it was surprisingly obedient today, just squatting so quietly, staring at Sherlock without blinking.

As if it could understand that song.

John felt that it was best not to disturb him at this time, so he changed his clothes and quietly entered his bedroom.

Sherlock played that tune many times until the dusk faded and night fell.

The starlight falls, the clouds cover the sky, and the neon lights of the street are connected to the sky street far away. Every time the hands of the clock pass by, it is one second away from the past time.

Perhaps in a certain corner of the world, in the morning or evening, there are thin footsteps stepping through the frost-covered woods, to listen to the birdsong, to look forward to the morning sun, and to wait for the letter of spring; nightingale.

But the letter of spring did not arrive, and the nightingale did not come.

So there is only a long wait left.

……

Another month has passed, the spring rain is falling, and the rainy and foggy London is full of cold emerald colors, long and illusory, cold and deep.

Sherlock, who had just returned from Scotland Yard, received a strange call.

He thought it was the client, or some detective whose name he didn't remember, so he didn't speak very well when he answered the phone.

Until the person on the other end of the phone said in a voice as low and gentle as the rain in London: "It's me."

He stood there for a long time without moving.

"why do not you talk?"

Su Fu didn't wait for his answer, so he continued on his own: "You didn't tell me that Freya was in White Castle?"

"You didn't tell me where you went."

"She saved me," Su Fu seemed to be standing outside, the sound of the wind pouring into the speaker of the phone made her voice less real, "I also found the lost memory."

"Would you like me to say congratulations to you?" Sherlock asked.

She smiled softly: "The Horcrux is the harmonica, even mine is Voldemort's, but when Amaranta seemed to be dying, in order to save me, she marked my soul imprint on her wand, so I To have her wand."

She paused, then continued: "I didn't kill Amaranta..."

"Ah."

"I also destroyed the Horcrux."

"Um……"

"So, I'm coming back."

【End of text】

The author has something to say: All the truth comes out, and this story ends here.

The Best Ultimate Rescue Award was awarded to Miss Freya.

The role of the villain who only appears in the ending at least is given to Lao Fu.

The best female match that has always lived in memory is Amaranta.

The whole world owes him an Oscar for best actor and best actor. The hero must be Sherlock.

The most hard-working heroine in the world is Su herself.

And, the cutest little angel award is for you.

Thank you for reading the stories I wrote, and thank you for not abandoning the article when I stopped updating for so long.

Thank you my little cuties.

Although I love you all, I still want to say, stop diving and leave a message after I finish writing. I think you don’t want the best little angel award if you don’t leave a message.

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The first trailer of the extra episode——

Su and Peanut join forces in victory.

Sherlock: The fairy days when someone cooks, someone talks to, investigates cases and shows affection is back.