[Comprehensive] Sherlock's Secret

Sherlock returned to 221B Baker Street in the afternoon. The rain outside still didn't stop. While shaking the water off his clothes, he said loudly: "This damn weather, I could have waited until the next batch of fresh corpses arrived— — Sue?"

There is no one in the house, and the rain outside the window is noisy, which makes the living room very quiet.

"Su?"

He called again.

Still no one agreed.

"Isn't today the weekend—" He muttered, took off his coat and threw it on the armrest of the sofa, turned and went into the bathroom.

It wasn't until after eight o'clock in the evening, when Sherlock finished his experiment, that there seemed to be something about dinner, and he habitually called: "Sue—"

nobody.

He yelled a few more times and there was still no response. Mrs. Hudson on the first floor heard the sound and said, "Stop yelling, Sue moved out at noon, didn't she tell you yesterday?"

Sherlock frowned: "Moved away?"

"That's right," Mrs. Hudson nodded, her expression still gloomy. "I stopped her, but it was useless—oh, she wanted to wait for you to come back to say goodbye to you, but you came back too late."

"Too bad—" Sherlock asked, "who's going to make dinner then?"

Mrs. Hudson stopped at the door and turned her head: "If you don't mind, I still have some buttered bread and salad in the refrigerator."

"Just give me tea." Sherlock said weakly, and fell back on the sofa in a fit of anger.

Mrs. Hudson shrugged, and as she closed the door and went downstairs she heard him complain loudly: "It's terrible—"

Immediately afterwards, there was a loud sound of something hitting the wall, and the sound of "bump" echoed endlessly in the quiet room.

When Mrs. Hudson brought the tea, she saw Sherlock standing at the door of the bedroom. The door was wide open, and she could see the neat and simple furnishings inside.

"What a nice girl, she tidied up so neatly..." Mrs. Hudson put down the tea tray, "Oh - Sherlock, look at your mess, you've never been so messy when Sue was here -"

"But she moved away." Sherlock replied blankly, and continued to lie on his back on the sofa.

After a second, he turned over again, and said with a disgusted face: "Mrs. Hudson, why is it tea, what I need is coffee—"

"It's what you want..."

"Give me coffee."

Mrs. Hudson opened the door and went out: "Come yourself, I'm your landlord, not the housekeeper."

The door closed, Sherlock sat for a few seconds, then stood up suddenly, he paced by the window for a while, then took out his mobile phone to send text messages——

[Speed ​​back to Baker Street——S·H]

An hour passed with no reply.

He sent again:

【I want to eat dinner——S·H】

Still no response.

He threw a pillow back quickly, hitting something in the corner of the wall and it fell with a bang.

Sherlock, who was originally leaning on the sofa, turned his head, and there was an old-fashioned red umbrella lying on the ground by the corner, neatly bundled, and every crease was meticulous, which was very in line with someone's obsessive-compulsive disorder style.

He muttered, "It's really bad..."

At the same time, Su Fu looked at the dark night outside the window, and heard the noisy sound of rain hitting the lake, and said to himself: "This weather is really terrible..."

She turned and sat on the chair by the window, Fox the Phoenix flew over and squatted on her lap, resting his head on her lap.

A small puff of smoke came from the weird silverware on the table with slender feet, and the portraits of the principals on the wall breathed one after another, but no one spoke.

Su Fu touched Phoenix's bright red neck feathers, which were as smooth as satin, and said in a low voice, "The school-opening banquet should be over soon, right?"

Fox yelped softly.

Su Fu patted its neck to signal it to stand up. Phoenix flew over and landed on the brass shelf. She patted the hem of her clothes and walked out of the principal's office.

Just in time for the school opening banquet before the end of the party.

She walked fast.

Because this castle is too familiar to her, even after hundreds of years, she is still familiar with every corridor and staircase here.

Hogwarts is like the place where dreams in fairy tales begin. All wind and rain are isolated, and all disasters are never affected.

Like an ivory tower.

Several portraits in the corridor followed her all the way, and a medieval knight with a mustache said to her in surprise: "I remember you—you haven't changed a bit, or are you the daughter of that person in my memory?" ?”

Su Fu didn't bother to answer him, so she took a short cut and turned around a few times, and finally came to the only way to pass through the Gryffindor lounge. The faces of the little ghost heads are different, they obviously look tired and want to lie down on the spot, but they still talk and jump,

With sharp eyes, Su Fu saw three young Gryffindors, a tall boy with red hair, and a girl with messy brown curly hair—they were talking to a boy wearing glasses beside him.

She said that she didn't know what happened and walked to the front. The boy wearing glasses paused for a while and fell behind the two of them.

Su Fu took out a piece of paper from his pocket and quickly folded it into a paper crane, waved his magic wand to drive it to fly over, grabbed the collar of the boy's wizard robe, and dragged him to his direction.

"Hey—who!"

The young man was pulled away unexpectedly, and before he could say a word, he was led by a strange force into a corner corridor. In the shadow of the dimly lit and flickering lights, stood a tall, slender young woman.

Or a witch, her wizard robe is a dark color without any decoration, her long black hair shawls, like a frozen night, her complexion is a little pale, and she looks very beautiful, but the outline of her face is too deep and sharp, if it is not for her There is a gentle smile in the eyes, which will definitely make people feel very oppressive.

"Excuse me--"

"Harry Potter," she cried, in a low voice, "they're right, you have exactly the same eyes as Lily."

Harry froze for a moment: "Are you—"

"Sue Frank," she replied, "you can call me . . . er, Auntie."

"But you look in your twenties... no, I mean, very young, not much older than me."

"Actually, I know all your elders, your parents and others."

"Potter—what are you doing when you're not going back to your bedroom?" a voice called out from the corridor.

Harry's face turned bitter: "Professor McGonagall..."

The hazy yellow light drew the figure of another witch, and her square glasses reflected the figures of the two people in front of her, with very serious expressions.

"Frank, I remember you came to see the principal." She said seriously.

"Yes," Su Fu smiled, "I just met Harry by chance and wanted to have a few words with him, you know—I've never met him before."

"I've seen it now," said the head of Gryffindor in a stern voice. "Potter, now, go back to your dormitory."

Harry secretly glanced at Su Fu, then turned and walked out of the corridor.

"Frank, if you want to go back to school, come here to work, otherwise..." Professor McGonagall paused, and suddenly changed the subject, "How are you doing in the Muggle world?"

"It's okay," Su Fu squinted at the top of her wizard hat, and said helplessly, "I'll consider going back to school. It's been so long, and you're still worried about me?"

Professor McGonagall glanced back at her, her expression seemed a little uncomfortable, but she still said sternly: "As long as Dumbledore trusts you, it's fine."

"I heard you mention me, ladies," came another voice from the corridor. "Anything pleasant to talk about?"

Su Fu turned the corner and saw the energetic principal with a white beard and a young man with light brown hair walking towards them.

"Remus, long time no see," she said, "I've heard that you will come to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts, how does it feel to be back at school?"

Lupine replied, "Very well, it feels like I'm back in my teenage years—long time no see, Sue."

"It seems that the school reminds you of the good old days," said Dumbledore. "It's delightful."

"Yeah, school is always fun..."

Professor McGonagall turned back to the office after saying a few words. Although Lupine and Su Fu hadn't seen each other for a long time, it seemed that they had nothing to say. In the end, only Dumbledore and her were left and walked back to the principal's office.

"Have you seen Harry?"

"Yeah," Su Fu sighed, "It's thinner than I imagined, but it's so similar to James, it's worthy of being a father and son."

Dumbledore said: "Harry's life at his aunt's house is not very satisfactory, but only there can he be protected by the magic of blood bonds."

"Speaking of which, I actually forgot to take a look at his scar just now," Su Fu joked, "That is the testimony of defeating Voldemort."

"He's still a child," said Dumbledore, reading the password and opening the office door. "When you were in the third grade, you were still obsessed with why Professor Flitwick was so short..."

Su Fu couldn't help laughing: "In the end, the professor mercifully told me that he has elf blood. At that time, it was really—"

"The teachers once thought you should go to Ravenclaw instead of Slytherin."

Su Fu shrugged: "That's the decision of the Sorting Hat. In fact, I'm also surprised that there are not many mixed bloods in Slytherin."

"But there are always a few." Dumbledore swung his wand and closed the window.

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