[Comprehensive] Sherlock's Secret

At the same time, a river a few kilometers away.

There is an old dilapidated factory here. The huge chimney stands on the background of the blue sky. Perhaps it is because the factory once discharged sewage beyond the standard. The river, which is only three or four meters wide, emits a stench, washing several faded and aging houses on the bank. Potato chips packaging bag.

"Sirius, I won't take you to the Ministry of Magic."

As Su Fu said that, he lowered his magic wand, slipped it into the pocket of the windbreaker, and said helplessly to a big black dog not far in front of him, who was vigilant.

The black dog's big, dark eyes showed a humanized look of disdain, and its front paws scratched the loose soil on the ground, unmoved.

Su Fu cast a dozen protective spells nearby, and said, "Can I transform into a human form now?"

The black dog cautiously looked around, then suddenly stood upright, and turned into a tall but thin and scruffy man in the next instant.

"Sue Frank..." He slowly called out her name, his voice seemed hoarse because he had not spoken for a long time, "I haven't seen you for so many years, you haven't changed a bit."

"Sirius Black," Su Fu sighed, "It seems that life in Azkaban is not easy at all."

Sirius said casually: "I deserve what I deserve, don't I?"

Su Fu's brows slowly frowned: "I don't believe it was you who told the secret—what's the secret behind that incident?"

"Thank you for your trust," Sirius said sarcastically, "but it's worthless, I'm still a fugitive."

"It doesn't matter if you don't want to tell me," Su Fu said, "but you are too dangerous in London. Now is an extraordinary period, and there are dementors everywhere..."

Sirius seemed exhausted, and sat on the ground leaning on the tree trunk: "I will only stay in London for a short period of time, and when the school season is over—"

"You can't!" Su Fu interrupted him roughly, "The child is doing well now, there is no need for you to take risks!"

Sirius said violently: "That's my godson! I haven't seen him since he was born! Thirteen years!"

"Well, don't be angry," Su Fu sat down opposite him, "but you have to think clearly, your behavior may bring him unnecessary danger, especially, in everyone's perception, it is you —Sirius Black, who betrayed Voldemort's secrets and killed his parents."

"I..." Sirius was at a loss for words, and he said after a while, "I will pay attention... Speaking of which, Sue, why did you move to London?"

"Something happened at school before. Regarding Voldemort, Dumbledore suggested that I go back to school to work, but I wanted to stay in the world of ordinary people, so I simply moved to London. It is much more convenient than the countryside."

"You still live on Four Maples Street?"

Su Fu said, "Not yet."

"Then the one with you just now was a Muggle?"

"He is... a person I admired a long time ago. Perhaps there are few people in the world who are smarter than him."

"May you be happy," Sirius said, getting up, "don't tell anyone about meeting me, including Dumbledore."

"You should tell us the truth," Su Fu also stood up, "so that I can help you—"

"I don't need help," he repeated, tilting his head slightly, and whispering his lips between his dark beard a few times, "Yes——if you can, Sue, help me see Harry."

He came over and hugged Su Fu loosely, then changed into the appearance of a black dog again, and ran out without a trace in an instant.

Su Fu stood there for a while, then apparated back to the vicinity of Baker Street.

When she went upstairs and entered the door, she was startled when she saw Sherlock sitting on the sofa: "Didn't you go to Erwin's company, and you came back so early?"

Sherlock glanced over her shoulders and the hem of her clothes, and said, "Is your old friend a tramp? Or a beggar?"

Su Fu: "..."

To tell you the truth, he is actually a fugitive.

"In a sense," she said, "he's a bum."

"So you would rather sit and chat with a homeless man on the dusty ground than do something more meaningful with me-what a waste of time, Sue, can you weigh the value of everything?"

Su Fu took off his coat and threw it on the ground, saying: "The meaning of the case to you is fundamentally different from that to me. I don't like to explore the truth—"

"So what do you like?" he asked.

She was unwilling to sit down because of the dust on her clothes. When she was standing, she covered the sunlight by the window, and half of her face was hidden in the visual shadow.

"You're familiar with crime," said Sherlock, "you've even—"

"So what," Su Fu interrupted him, and raised her voice subconsciously. Compared with the usual gentle and calm, there was a bit more forceful feeling, more solemn and depressing, she said with no expression on her face, "Before I voluntarily mentioned these things, all the truths you thought were false."

"So," Sherlock stood up, eyes level with hers, "you admit that you are a 'mystery'?"

"Maybe." Su Fu turned his head away from looking at him.

"But I'm interested in all 'mysteries'," Sherlock said casually, "you have to be careful.

Su Fu smiled without a smile, and answered him with what he said most often: "Anything you want."

When Sherlock went out in the afternoon, she didn't follow her. Juanjuan brought Dumbledore's letter from Hogwarts again. This time the letter said some irrelevant things. When Su Fu wrote back, he asked specifically. After learning about the recent monitoring of the school by the Ministry of Magic, after all, school was about to start soon, and the letter was rolled up. She took another piece of parchment and asked Severus for a bottle of potion that could remove scars.

Although she can do it herself, but she has the handicap debuff, if what is boiled out is not a potion but a poison, then there is no need to play tricks.

Juan stood on the top of the bookcase and patted its fluffy wings from time to time. Su Fu turned to it and said, "You should rest for a day first, and then go to Hogwarts the day after tomorrow... Also, don't fly around in the house, be careful of Sherlock!" Take you as an experiment!"

Juanjuan blew a few times softly, and flew to the shelf next to it.

Sherlock still didn't come back that night.

Mrs. Hudson and Mrs. Hudson went to visit her old best friend's house. There was only Su Fu and Juan an owl in the house, so Su Fu was very free to roll out a pot of noodles with a magic wand and a rolling pin, and specially Apparating back to himself in the apartment on Four Maple Street to get chili sauce for noodles.

After dinner, she was just thinking about going out for a walk, or chatting with Jasmine, when suddenly a green flame burst out from the fireplace in the living room that had not been used for many years, and then, while the flames were licking, slowly appeared Showing Dumbledore's old but spirited face.

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So do you understand how Sue's owl name came about? To be honest, I really planned to call it Mendeleev, but she insisted on calling it Juan, Baiyan.

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Once I asked her: Ladies and sisters call Sherlock Jumbo, what is your name, and what is the name of an owl?

She thought for a while and said: Sherlock's name is Curly, I am Curly Cat, and the owl is Curly Cattou, what do you think?

Me: ...Why don't you ride a horse and go to the sky.

But you may not believe it, when I named her Juan Miao, "Shen Xia" had not yet been released in mainland China 23333333