[Comprehensive] Sherlock's Secret

"Yeah..." Su Fu agreed and changed the subject, "I brought you that diary, I really can't find out what kind of magic caused it - of course, if you are willing to bring the diary from the library If you lend me some books, maybe I will gain something."

Dumbledore said quietly: "Su, don't forget our agreement."

"Oh," Su Fu shrugged, "I remember, I will try my best to avoid black magic - but the diary must use black magic, I asked Mr. Ollivander, and he said there is no such thing as black magic. A magical device that can serve as a container for a person's thoughts."

"Let's talk about it later."

"Alright, just a little reminder," Su Fu frowned, "Don't let Harry know about Sirius and his parents, I think it will be very dangerous because of his character..."

"I will pay attention--"

Su Fu went over and lightly poked Fox's tail, and whispered: "Harry Potter, the savior—the responsibility is too heavy."

"Sue?" Dumbledore called out, "What did you just say?"

"I say, Harry is a lucky kid, after all he narrowly escaped Avada Kedavra."

"People in the world think that he is the first miracle that survived the Avada Kedavra Curse, but in fact, earlier, there was another wizard who survived the catastrophe under the Death Curse—"

Dumbledore was sitting on a high-backed chair behind the table, with his slender fingertips intertwined and touching each other. Behind his half-moon-shaped glasses, there was a mysterious and wide smile in his clear blue eyes, "—— standing in front of me In front of you."

Su Fu was silent for a moment, and said: "Yes—this is a secret, and it is also a puzzle. I am...waiting for you to solve it."

Dumbledore said noncommittally: "Living is a very important thing."

==

It was already very late when Su Fu returned to her home. She came out of the fireplace, leaned on the sofa in a daze with no interest, picked up the mobile phone on the coffee table, and then found that she had received many text messages

All from the same person.

Come to think of it, no one in this world would text her except Sherlock.

She stood up and Apparated directly into Baker Street.

It was still raining, she raised her wand and used magic power to open a transparent umbrella, and then extinguished all the street lights, the whole street was dark, probably because of the weather, people went to bed early, only 221B The lights on the second floor were on alone.

Su Fu took out his mobile phone and made a call.

"Did you have dinner--"

"Where are you?"

What she hadn't finished was interrupted by Sherlock, so Su Fu had no choice but to stop the conversation. Before she could answer, Sherlock continued: "The sound of the rain? The sound of the wind, are you outside?"

"Well," Su Fu agreed, "Didn't you say you didn't eat? Have you eaten now?"

"Why did you move away suddenly?"

Completely irrelevant dialogue.

Su Fu said helplessly, "I'm used to being alone."

"Will you come back to Baker Street?"

"No." She replied without thinking, but added at the end, "But I will visit you and Mrs. Hudson often."

"Well," Sherlock didn't even refute, "are you still working in the cake shop?"

"I'll stay for now."

"OK."

He finished and hung up the phone.

So from the beginning to the end Su Fu didn't know whether this guy had eaten or not.

She smirked, patted the water droplets that fell on the hem of her robe, and apparated away.

The lights on Baker Street were turned on again, washed into a yellowish blur by the rain.

The curtains of 221B opened a slender slit, and there was a lazy owl perched on the music shelf by the window. A slender young man stood beside him, looking down at the suddenly bright street outside the window.

He looked up and said, "You can find her, can't you?"

The owl hooted casually, turning its head and ignoring him.

==

"Marvolo Gaunt, the last of the descendants of Slytherin, his place of residence is unknown - but I think the Ministry of Magic should have information records." Su Fu closed a thick hardcover book, and sat at the table Dumbledore at the back frowned and said, "Marvolo is his middle name, and he claims to be a descendant of Slytherin, so Gaunt must be his relative and he has to run away."

It has been half a month since she moved back to Four Maples Street.

For the past half month, she stayed at Hogwarts most of the time, and the Chamber of Secrets incident caught Dumbledore's attention. The diary was still in his drawer and was often taken out and flipped through, but the mystery about it The problem is still in the conjecture stage.

Dumbledore nodded thoughtfully at her words.

"But the files of the Ministry of Magic are not so easy to consult, especially when it involves the issue of personal privacy protection," Su Fu continued, with a bit of distaste in his tone, and he spoke quickly, "The most important thing is that Cornelius Fudge Guy is not cooperative at all, he is absolutely the most incompetent government official I have ever met."

"Connelly is indeed a very content with the status quo," Dumbledore said, "Leave the matter of consulting the files to me for the time being, and I think I will try my best to convince him."

"Good luck--"

"Sue, why do you want to move back to the old house? I remember you said that you were very happy to get along with Mr. Holmes."

"Hey, you really know everything."

"It's just a very simple little reasoning," Dumbledore smiled. "Just like Mr. Holmes often does-if you still live in Baker Street, you will definitely use Disapparation, although I will use it when you move into Baker Street. I connected you to the Floo network when I was there, and you never used it because you were concerned about Mr. Holmes, but you started to use the Floo network a few days ago, so I guess you should have left Baker Street."

"Yes," Su Fu replied lazily, "It's much more convenient to live alone, at least you can use magic as you like, I'm a wizard after all."

"But I still prefer that you get along with other people more. I guess the only old man you are with now is me."

"No," Su Fu retorted, "I've been looking for a job, and I'm still working as a pastry chef in a cake shop."

"Oh—it's a delightful occupation."

"The next time I come over, I'll bring you the butter bread I baked myself. I hope you don't dislike it."

"How come—" Dumbledore made a funny expression, "Although your hands-on ability is not very good, I am still willing to give you a try."

Su Fu said embarrassingly: "Don't worry, you will definitely not die from poisoning if you eat it. Sherlock has already tried it..."

Dumbledore laughed happily, and changed the subject inadvertently: "Mr. Holmes is a very smart young man, and you get along very well with him."

Su Fu felt that he didn't understand the principal's intention, so he squinted his eyes calmly and said, "That's right."

"Su, don't be nervous—I don't mean anything else," Dumbledore smiled and waved his hands, "It's really hard to build trust...Since you like him very much, I hope you can become good friends. It's good for you."

Su Fu said calmly: "I don't distrust anyone, but you are right—"

She paused for a moment, frowned slightly, and said in a deliberate tone, "—I really like him."

Dumbledore remained silent, and continued: "Where did we talk just now? Ah - butter bread, but the bread may have to be put on hold for a while, Su, I need you to do something for me."

Su Fu cheered up: "Just say it."

Dumbledore said: "We already have clues about Voldemort's life experience-of course we still need to convince Connelly, but I think we can go to the next step first. About his youth, we all know-of course everyone Surprised, he went to Bokin-Bok as a clerk after graduation..."

"You want me to go to Calactacus Bork to investigate what happened to him back then?"

"What he did at Borgin-Bock, or who he came into contact with - that's important."

Su Fu pondered: "It's a bit difficult, after all, it's been such a long time..."

"After things happen, there will always be traces and clues."

"I try my best."

Su Fu said, stood up and walked towards the door.

Dumbledore asked, "Sue, aren't you going home?"

"I want to go to Hogsmeade," Su Fu said, "go sit in the bar, I haven't seen Aberforth for a long time."

"I also think you need to relax," Dumbledore said suddenly. "Discussing Voldemort makes you a little... restless."

Su Fu grinned, and after a while he showed an ugly smile: "Maybe, after all, I don't want him back at all."

She finished speaking and walked out of the principal's office.

It is the time for class now, there is no student in the corridors and corridors of the castle, the sun shines in through the colored patterned glass, the colors are mottled and beautiful, the characters in the portraits are running around, and occasionally one or two milky white ghosts pass by in front of her float by.

Su Fu turned around the corridor and saw a thin shadow standing in the corner of the wall. She couldn't see that person's face clearly in the backlight, but she couldn't open her eyes because of the bright reflection on her body.

When she got closer, she realized that the man's body was covered with transparent beads. Standing in the sun at the moment, it was like a solar panel, with all kinds of refraction.

She said, "Professor Trelawney, what are you doing here?"

Sybill Trelawney seemed to be startled, and the tarot cards in her hand were scattered all over the floor. She shuddered, and then looked up as if she had just realized it: "Ah——Frank, good afternoon..."

"Good afternoon." Su Fu replied, and with a wave of his wand, he collected all the tarot cards on the ground and returned them to her. Said: "Magician—things didn't go well at the beginning, and they will walk into the thorn forest—"

While muttering, she roughly grabbed the Tarot cards, and started to cry as if something sad happened suddenly.

Su Fu: "..."

She waved her hands helplessly, turned and left.

Trelawney was still sobbing behind her, and she said in a choked up voice: "Priests and demons—keen insight, thinking and intuition, desire and immortality, this is definitely not right...it should be this one, destiny The Wheel of Wheels - Bad Direction! A dark-haired young man, unwilling to be kept in the dark...Neptune, that's right - The Hanged Man! Killed by the closest person - A woman who sacrificed meaninglessly, take A child with a musical instrument..."

Su Fu covered his ears expressionlessly.

As I said earlier, she hates divination, it's useless and alarmist.

She walked down the stairs quickly, and suddenly felt as if a bucket of ice water had been poured down her head, it was so chilling——

"It's so sour..." She said almost silently, and when she looked up, she saw a pale white figure floating above her, and the skirt of a woman's long skirt brushed her cheeks, leaving a cold and chilling touch.

"Miss Leichter, welcome back to Hogwarts." The woman said coldly.

"So it was you... Ms. Gray."

Ms. Gray is the resident ghost of the Ravenclaw common room. Su Fu would often go to Ravenclaw’s small library to read books when she was a student, so she is relatively familiar with Ravenclaw things. Talk a lot.

"I'm Frank," Su Fu said, "Don't get me wrong."

"A name is just a person's title in the world. No matter how it changes, you are still you."

Through Ms. Gray, Su Fu vaguely saw Professor Trelawney on the stairs still standing there, shuffling the dirty deck of tarot cards, muttering words.

"You don't seem to like her very much?" asked Ms. Gray.

Su Fu narrowed his eyes and replied, "I have never liked divination and prophecy..."

"Great prophets are often reclusive," Ms. Gray said, "which is one of the reasons so few prophecies have survived."

"Is there another reason?"

"In the Department of Mysteries of the Ministry of Magic, there is a secret room that contains many prophecies."

Su Fu laughed, and said in Sherlock's tone: "Boring—"

Ms. Gray looked down at her and said calmly, "Don't underestimate the power of prophecy."

"Follow the instruction." Su Fu said, waving his hands and jumping onto a section of the spiral staircase. The staircase turned in the other direction and led to the other side. Professor Trelawney suddenly called out, with a bohemian tone. The Asian man sang mysteriously, and what he said was definitely not in English, so Su Fu couldn't understand it at all.

"I think she might have had a fake drink—"

But Ms. Gray floated over and said to her in a voice as low as the waves: "She said—be careful of the messenger from hell."

"What?" Su Fu pressed down on the handrail of the stairs, but Ms. Gray had already floated away lightly, and Trelawney's strange singing voice drifting away filled the corridor.

"baffling……"

The author has something to say: the Floo network on Baker Street, which Dumbledore gave to Lian.

Four thousand more today... don't call me short.

And, did you see, someone confessed to Sherlock.

Then let me confess to you too, ladies and sisters, happy May Day holiday, hug dear, love you.