[Comprehensive] Sherlock's Secret

It took Su Fu desperately to remember a letter that Dumbledore gave her in July: "...that diary?"

Severus said: "It is said that the image of the 16-year-old Dark Lord remains in it. He even has thoughts, but as far as I know, no magic can do this, including black magic."

She opened the wrapped paper, revealing the diary that had been soaked in basilisk venom inside. There was a hideous black hole in the center, exuding a faint stench.

"The so-called Dark Lord's image is gone now, and you must already know that those impulsive and brainless Gryffindors..."

Su Fu opened the old diary. There was no writing on the crisp paper. She took the quill pen and drew a line. The dark green ink was densely mixed on the dark paper, gradually becoming a blurred and dirty mark.

"It's no longer valid," she said. "It's useless for Dumbledore to give me this. He can't study anything, let alone me?"

Severus frowned, with his usual sarcasm, half a smile: "He has always valued you, after all, there are not many Slytherins in the Order of the Phoenix."

"You are one of them," Su Fu said. She got up and took out a box from the cabinet and put the diary in. "I will try my best, but I want to hear your thoughts. What do you think Riddle's intention for keeping this diary is? where?"

"It's not just to listen to the boring thoughts of a red-haired silly girl."

"Severus, don't be like this," Su Fu said with a smile, "You can't have any expectations for a little girl in the first grade, let alone a 16-year-old Tom who has a face, legs, and understanding, but some dogs... ..."

Severus ignored the unhealthy teasing in her words, and formally answered her question just now: "The Dark Lord pursues blood purity and supreme power, so I thought that this diary might be reserved for the descendants of Slytherin ..."

"Oh, starting from a baby to shape the world view, he always thinks very long-term," Su Fu pondered, "But why does it always feel like an MLM organization is brainwashing?"

Severus frowned: "Enough! You can't stay in the Muggle world any longer!"

"It's useless for you to say that," Su Fu waved his hand, "Dumbledore must have asked you to tell me to investigate that corpse case as much as possible, right?"

"He also asked me to bring you cockroach candy piles and new flavors of Bibi's multi-flavored beans," Severus said blankly, "and asked you if you have saved up Mr. Scamander's chocolate frog Cards, he is willing to exchange ten of them with himself."

Su Fu: "No way!"

Severus: "…"

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The next morning.

Su Fu turned off the old-fashioned lamp on the desk, casually stuffed a two-inch-thick tome into the bookshelf, and moved his stiff arms and legs to go to the kitchen to pack breakfast.

She was sitting at the dining table with a plate, and the vicious homicide case yesterday morning was being reported on the TV.

The official report is very cautious, using a lot of meaningless words to calm the panic of the masses, and make the people of London believe that this is just an unexpected incident. Inspector Lestrade of Scotland Yard made a special speech, but the effect was not very good. micro.

Su Fu bit his chopsticks, swallowed the buns on the plate in two bites, poured another glass of milk, grabbed the camera in the backpack next to the sofa, and rushed into the dark room.

Her camera is quite old. The German Leica M1988 produced in 2 is a fully mechanical manual and film device. With the rapid development of electronic technology, few people except professional photographers will choose it.

The photos were fished out of the fixer, and she clipped them one by one to the lanyard.

In the black-and-white photo, the dark color is blood stains, the light color is broken skin and bones, and what is dark and dense is the light and shadow of dawn.

The photo was taken at [-]:[-] am yesterday.

Since her current job often requires some sneaky behaviors, on the way home from a squat near a certain celebrity mansion yesterday morning, she clearly sensed some kind of strange power fluctuations, but they were not magic fluctuations. However, when she was in a hurry When they arrived, disaster had already happened.

After the photo was taken, she called the police.

The police detectives from Scotland Yard arrived quickly, but the investigation did not yield any practical results. Even the forensic doctor was disgusted when he saw the bloody, bloody and broken bodies, let alone other people.

Such a horrible scene seems unlikely to be man-made. Su Fu felt that it was the aftermath of some large carnivore eating. This was also the main reason why the Ministry of Magic concluded that an unknown 'magic animal' had appeared.

When she came back from the scene yesterday morning, she met Dumbledore's phoenix patron saint and brought questions about the murder.

In the evening, when she was walking back from the newspaper office, she passed by the desolate orphanage again and wanted to go in, but luck seemed to be a little bit good, and the curly-haired detective arrived not long after she entered.

Here, Su Fu must despise Inspector Lestrade's morality. Whenever you encounter a difficult case, go to Sherlock, so that your professionalism will definitely be returned to your university teacher!

As the photos dried, she put them away and stacked them in a stack.

Nine o'clock.

Today happens to be a day off.

Su Fu waved his magic wand to drive the dishes on the table to the sink to wash himself, then changed his clothes and was ready to go out.

The Aurors were already involved in the investigation, but given the scolding of the Ministry of Magic yesterday, it was clear that she had great distrust of her own government, so she decided it would be better to investigate on her own.

She apparated directly from her home to the vicinity of the murder scene.

Last night, it was rainy and windy, but this morning it was clear, cloudless, and the sun was light, suitable for travel.

The scene has long since been cleaned up.

This is an abandoned orphanage waiting to be demolished, in a secluded location with few people.If it wasn't for Su Fu's awareness of that energy fluctuation, she wouldn't have come here either.

But now there is no movement.

……

For three days in a row, Su Fu haunted all the back streets and abandoned factories in London, but he never felt that strange power fluctuation.

In the afternoon, she came out from the depths of a corner alley and received a call.

"Su?" A comfortable and sweet female voice came from the other end of the phone.

Su Fu responded, "Cousin Jasmine..."

Jasmine Amber asked in surprise, "Are you outside? Didn't you go to work?"

"Ask for leave."

"Then," Jasmine's voice hesitated, "Can you come to the hospital? Let's have dinner in the afternoon, um... Sherlock said he has something to return to you."

Su Fu raised his eyebrows high.

You returned my things and asked me to find you, I believed your evil!

But she still agreed, after all, he was the great detective Sherlock Holmes, the wise man she admired very much in her previous life, although... well, maybe, the character of this young version of the detective is a little hard to understand.

The name Sue Frank was not fabricated, but the identity of Jasmine Amber's distant cousin was fake. It couldn't be simpler. She definitely didn't need two of the things that could be easily solved with one confusion spell.

The first time Su Fu met Sherlock Holmes was a year ago, at the Seth Le Opera House in the Blackmark District, when the leading actress of "Cats", which was on fire at that time, was drowned in the fish tank in the lounge... Of course Xia Locke is going to show off his IQ to solve the case, and she is going to gossip.

She chose Jasmine Amber as the backing of her false identity. She is not selfish. After discovering the existence of Shenxia in this world, she has been secretly wanting to meet Curly Detective. But when she really saw it later, she understood. What is the qualitative gap between people.

I may have grown a fake brain.

indifferent.

She arrived at Barts Hospital at three o'clock in the afternoon. Jasmine, as an assistant, was cooperating with pathologist Professor Lance to conduct experiments. Sherlock was sitting in front of a high-power microscope and observed something. His thin shoulder blades were slightly lowered, and his long legs were because the table was too low. And at a loss what to do.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, he raised his head, squinted his eyes slightly because he was not used to the light, and his pupils were beautiful dark green under the sunlight: "Miss Frank, let me guess...you just came from St. John's Street and walked again, A white British Shorthair on the road, you stooped down to tease it, ate a KFC cone—"

Su Fu retorted: "I obviously wiped my mouth clean!"

Sherlock's eyes returned to the eyepiece of the microscope, and he said indifferently, "Your breath smells of creamer."

Su Fu: "...Sorry."

She took out a box of mints from her pocket and stuffed a few into her mouth, her words were clanging: "Is there any clue about yesterday's case?"

"The useless police officers at Scotland Yard obviously don't know that there is a word called 'keep the scene'. What's even more unbelievable is that they don't even take pictures of the scene from all angles. I really doubt how they got hired."

He spoke very quickly, and in some places the syllables were even blurred, obviously talking about this matter made him very uncomfortable.

Su Fu coughed, thinking that there are high-definition photos from various angles in his place, but it's a pity that I can't give them to you, what a pity.

Jasmine came out of the laboratory and took off her mask: "Su, you came so fast?"

"It's okay, it's okay..." Su Fu agreed absent-mindedly. When she brought up the dismemberment case just now, she had to remember that Sherlock and Scotland Yard didn't make any progress, and she didn't make any progress, which was simply frustrating.

"What should we have for lunch this afternoon?" Jasmine glanced at Sherlock secretly, "Su, do you have any good suggestions?"

Unfortunately, the one she was staring at was staring at the microscope with great interest, and the mind she was asking had drifted to the Strait of Gibraltar, and it was estimated that she would not be able to return for a while.

Jasmine was a little embarrassed.

Su Fu, who was hanging his head down, suddenly raised his head, and said quickly, "Jasmine, I suddenly thought of something small to go out first and come back in 10 minutes!"

Said she has rushed out the door.

She ran in the corridor, and pulled out her wand when she reached the back door all the way down the stairs. Just now, she noticed that strange energy fluctuation again!

She chased the wave and ran all the way to the central street, but the other party suddenly disappeared.

In other words, there are too many people, the breath is chaotic, and it is difficult to distinguish.

Su Fu had no choice but to stand still for a while, and returned disappointed.