[Comprehensive] Sherlock's Secret

"Lodia, stay away from him, there is something wrong with this person."

"But Mom, I think he's just lonely..."

"Don't talk nonsense—didn't you want to read poetry? I found a collection of poems for you, but do you know all the words and sentences?"

"Maybe……"

A ship sails alone on the sea,

It seeks neither happiness,

nor escape from happiness,

It just sails forward.

Beneath the calm blue sea,

Overhead is the golden sun,

will face,

with the past,

Compared with what he buried in his heart,

All are microfoam.

— Lermontov

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Six pm.

Su Fu changed out of his work clothes, took his backpack and came out of the operating room, ordered a bag of chocolate puffs at the front desk, and after greeting the salesperson, he left work on time.

She finally got her wish and applied to become a pastry chef.

Although she has a handicap, she is never ambiguous when it comes to cooking. The cake shop is a bit small, and she is not a professional. The main reason is that the small cake shop is very close to Baker Street, so close that she doesn't even bother to Apparate.

Mrs. Hudson finally came back from her best friend's house. Of course, she didn't have any substantial changes when she came back, except that there were more people talking.

But the frightening thing was that Su Fu felt that he was used to her nagging, and that he and Detective Curly did all kinds of messy and incomprehensible behaviors every day when they had no cases.

As of today, it has been five days since the Amir Waler case came to an end.

On the fifth day when Sherlock turned on the salted fish mode again, it seems... different?

When Su Fu went upstairs, the living room was naturally in a mess. Sherlock didn't even bother to change his pajamas because he didn't go out all day. He sat on the sofa, hunched over and flipped through countless materials or books spread out on the coffee table.

"Finally a new case?" she asked.

It took a full minute before Sherlock said "NO" like a bean collapsed, and Su Fu put the puff in front of him: "Do you want to eat?"

Swiped away by him, he stared at the paper and said motionlessly: "Su, I'm not McCoff, don't always expect me to eat sweet cream and—"

Su Fu took one and stuffed it directly into his mouth.

"Mrs. Hudson, would you like some dessert?"

"—No, my teeth can't take it!"

"Well—three of her teeth have been eaten away by worms, and the best dentist in the world can't save her teeth if she eats sweets."

Su Fu carried the bag back and put it on the only vacant space on the tea table. Sherlock had already swallowed the puff, but there was a smear of cream on his lips. His blue eyes quickly glanced at the pages of the book in his hand, it would not be an exaggeration to say that there are a hundred lines at a glance.

"Here." Su Fu took out a napkin and handed it to him. Sherlock looked up and frowned, "What?"

Su Fu simply stepped forward to wipe off the cream on his lips. When he looked down and saw what he was flipping through, he couldn't help raising his eyebrows: ""UCP500"——what are you reading this for?"

As she spoke, she flipped through the books and documents on her coffee table.

"..."Hamburg Rules", "Visby Rules"..."Hague Rules" (Note 1)—you don’t do shipping, so what’s the use of looking at so many international maritime trade conventions?”

Sherlock didn't even look up: "I prefer it."

Su Fu tidied up his messy books and put them together, jokingly said, "My dear, do you want to change your career to apply for the admiralty judge of the Hague International Court? But you don't seem to be old enough——"

Sherlock took out another folder from the stack of books she had neatly organized, and Su Fu leaned over to take a look, and said, "You might as well just read "UCP600", the latest release, compared with "UCP500", it has been adjusted—— To be honest, with your ingenuity, after reading these, you will be able to deal with maritime cases, and within two years at the most, you will become a well-known Sherlock Holmes lawyer in the industry."

"I like my current job better," Sherlock said, his voice was low and almost inaudible, "so I have no plans to change careers..."

Su Fu sighed noncommittally, went over to close his document, and said, "It is impossible for every case you encounter to be a fraud in a shipping contract, so it is completely useless to know about it."

Sherlock opened the document again, and said absently: "If every case in the future is a maritime contract fraud, I think I will be very boring, and it may even be—"

"what?"

He looked up and smirked at her: "Buckingham Palace was blown up."

Su Fu: "..."

"Okay, okay, as long as you're happy—by the way," she paused to open her bedroom door, "I'm moving back to Four Maple Street, maybe tomorrow or the day after tomorrow."

Sherlock continued to flip through the documents as if he had never heard of it.

Su Fu shrugged and returned to his bedroom.

Outside the window a turmeric owl was tapping on her window.

She put the owl in, unwrapped it, and wanted to let the family rest for a while before returning to Hogwarts, but Curly refused to give up its cage and trough, and demonstrated very fiercely at outsiders, and its state was probably the same as Almost every time Sherlock misnamed it.

Su Fu had no choice but to let the owl go.

The package was a small piece containing the potion she had asked Severus for, a packet of sugar quills and a box of chocolate cauldrons.

The last two items looked to be from Dumbledore.

She smiled, put her food aside, took out the crystal bottle containing the potion, weighed it, and returned to the living room.

Sherlock is still working on his maritime international treaties and conventions.

"The medicine for you," Su Fu put the bottle by his hand, "Rub it once a day, and the scar will disappear."

Sherlock just looked up at her, and continued to rummage through the things in his hands.

Su Fu casually flipped through the newspapers on the sofa, stared at something and said with interest: "Sherlock, there is a news about a man-eating mine in Kent, have you read it?"

"A prank by a group of ignorant and bored young people, just a grandstanding—"

"That's right." Su Fu folded the newspaper and put it aside, looking around, he felt that there was nothing he could do, so he went into the bedroom and packed his things into a box.

The Harvester's hidden dangers have long been removed, and although she likes living on Baker Street, it is always inconvenient no matter what.

She was once an ordinary person, and now she is a wizard who has been separated from ordinary society for many years.

Her living habits have undergone tremendous changes long ago, and it is too difficult to change them back.

Dumbledore advised her to get along with people more and not to isolate herself on the fringes of the group, but in the long years in the past, those days that were either bloody or ordinary, she walked alone holding a wand, whether it was Lost memories or close friends who died young are like water flowing eastward, elusive and hard to find.

The next day was the weekend, when Su Fu woke up, the living room was empty, the books and materials on the coffee table were as messy as yesterday, but the person who read the books was nowhere to be seen.

"Mrs. Hudson?" she called. "Do you know what Sherlock is doing?"

Mrs. Hudson came upstairs slowly: "He went out early in the morning - Sue, do you really want to leave? You just moved here not long ago, and you get along well with Sherlock..."

"I've already found a job," Su Fu said with a smile, "I'm used to living in the house over there, so let's move back."

Mrs. Hudson shook her head regretfully.

Su Fu originally wanted to say goodbye to Sherlock, but he didn't come back until noon, so he had to go downstairs with the box and the owl cage. Mrs. Hudson sent her to the taxi and waved goodbye to her with a gloomy expression. , Su Fu hugged her, and said softly: "I work near Baker Street, so I can come over often as a guest—if you don't mind the trouble?"

"how could be--"

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The weather is not very good today. It started to rain just outside the unit door, and it seemed that the rain was not light.

Su Fu went back to his house, put the scroll out first, and said, "Now you can fly wherever you want. There is a small window in the kitchen that is always open during the day, so you can go out there if you want."

Juan flapped her wings and landed on the edge of the flower pot next to her bookcase.

Su Fu waved his magic wand to take out the things in the box and put them away. He sorted all the miscellaneous things into categories. When he was about to close the box, the button caught the belt of something. An old accent harmonica.

Su Fu was stunned for a moment.

She didn't seem to notice it the last time she tidied it up, and it was still in front of her.

Like the scorched silver ring that once belonged to her mother, this harmonica is also a relic of a person. Many years ago, its owner was Su Huai, Su Fu's father.

Of course it is the reborn father.

Half of her oriental blood came from him, the Chinese she hadn't even met a few times.

Anxiously, she threw the harmonica into the box.

The quartz clock on the wall is ticking, the heavy rain outside the window is noisy and silent, the water vapor is blurred on the window glass, and the outside world seems unreal.

Su Fu just remembered that today seems to be September [-]st.

The day Hogwarts begins.

She changed into her wizard robes, wrapped up the Dark Lord's diary and put it in her pocket, lit a fire spell into the fireplace, threw a handful of Floo powder, and the emerald green flames shot high all at once, and she walked away Go in and shout: "Hogwarts."

Then the "swipe" disappears.

The author has something to say: {Note 1}: Both are Incoterms rules and international conventions.

A young lady said that she didn’t understand the second part of the case. Check out the comments on [Chapter 35]. There is a [Case Overview] I wrote in it, which is simplified and can be understood at a glance. If you want to understand it, you can read it. one time.

[Comment ID: Qishu]

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Answer your questions in the comments section.

1. Will Dr. Watson come out?

Of course it will, but now Sherlock is 23 years old, and he met Dr. Watson at the age of 27, so Watson should appear four years later.

2. Why didn't Su know about Horcruxes after watching "Harry Potter"?

First of all, please pay attention to the third note below my copy. In addition, Su was not a Harry Potter fan in her previous life, so "Harry Potter" is just an ordinary movie to her. Forget all the details, at best, remember the names of the protagonist and villain and a magic school.