[Comprehensive] Sherlock's Secret

The scene of the crime this time was simply weird, because there seemed to be no traces, and most of the police detectives who came to investigate looked depressed and confused, completely unable to understand how this case happened.

The pair of sisters are surnamed Parril. The older sister is beautiful, blond, tall, and has a very good appearance. She works in public relations for a listed company. The younger sister is a preschool teacher and works in a private kindergarten close to home.

She didn't come back, but there is a group photo of the two sisters on the wall, which seems to have been taken a few years ago, but the gap between the younger sister and the older sister can still be seen. She is short and thin, and her palm-sized face is covered with freckles. Like an ugly duckling in front of my sister.

Sister Parril stood proudly by the wall with her arms folded, watching the police detectives coming in and out of the investigation. The place where they stayed the most was the wall behind the curtain in the bedroom, and there seemed to be nothing in other places. Discover.

"It's hard to believe, but Lilian must have done it," she shrugged. "Only she has the key to the house."

Inspector Lestrade took photos of the "M" on the wall from various angles, frowned and said, "No one can make a conclusion until the matter is investigated clearly."

Sherlock stood in the center of the room and looked around for a while, but Su Fu walked back and forth several times and asked, "Miss Parrier, can I go to the kitchen?"

"random."

Su Fu went into the kitchen and looked around casually, then opened the refrigerator.

Sister Parrier said a little harshly, "Could the murderer still leave clues in the refrigerator?"

Of course, there are no clues in the refrigerator. The meat and vegetables on the bottom layer are neatly arranged, while some snacks, colorful ice cream balls, drinks and fruits are placed on the top layer.

"What's the result?" Inspector Lestrade took off his gloves and asked Sherlock in a low voice.

Su Fu also leaned over, but Sherlock said, "Su, you have a phone."

"Huh——" She took out her mobile phone from her pocket with some doubts, and there was a call, but it was a vibration, so she didn't hear it.

It showed an unfamiliar number where the location belonged, and she said "sorry" and went to the wall to answer the phone.

"Hi—Sue Frank, who is this?"

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, and Dumbledore's soft and smiling voice came: "Su?"

Su Fu: "..."

She took the phone from her ear to her eyes and stared at the screen for half a second, then put it back to her ear again, with a somewhat disbelieving tone: "Principal??"

"It's me." The smile in Dumbledore's voice became more obvious, and it sounded cheerful and a little sly. "Are you surprised?"

"It's... quite... unexpected."

Su Fu prolonged her voice on purpose. She imagined that the elderly Hogwarts headmaster was wearing his usual silver wizard robes embellished with stars and moons, and a pointed wizard hat. Behind the half-moon-shaped lenses, the blue eyes sparkled with wisdom. light, and with one hand clinging to his powerful wand, the other... holding a cell phone on the phone—

No matter how you think about it, this style of painting is poisonous.

When she said the word "principal", Sherlock, who was talking to Lestrade with his head down, suddenly raised his head and glanced at her.

But in an instant, he lowered his head again.

"You're not at school?" Su Fu suppressed a smile in a low voice, "And where did you buy your mobile phone?"

"I just found a public phone booth," Dumbledore said, "everything went well, the only trouble is that it is a bit troublesome to convert Muggle coins, and the phone can't put paper money."

"Of course - you have to use coins." Su Fu agreed, while complaining in his heart, the currency conversion rules in the magic world are troublesome. What do you think, can't you make an integer?

She pressed: "But why did you call me—er, I mean, if there is something urgent, it would be more convenient for the patron saint to notify you."

"It's something—Su, do you have time now?"

Su Fu understood: "Where are you?"

"On the street outside the Ministry of Magic—show me the name of the street..."

"No need, I know the place, I'll go find you right away."

"Ok."

After Su Fu hung up the phone, she remembered that Juanjuan came back from Hogwarts that day. The letter was opened by Sherlock. When he handed it to her, she slipped it into her pocket and then forgot about it.

Now she feels that she is really unreliable, Sherlock often complains that she cannot be found on the phone, and now the principal has to use Muggle methods to contact her... But she still couldn't help laughing.

"Sherlock, I have to go first," Su Fu said, "The principal has something to do with me—"

"Yeah." He agreed, paused for a moment and then said casually, "Mobile phone."

Su Fu smiled: "It must be turned on."

After she finished speaking, she turned and went downstairs, walked through the deserted alleyway, and apparated to the street where the Ministry of Magic was located.

==

Su Fu appeared and borrowed the public toilet where the staff of the Ministry of Magic went to work—I don't know whose evil intentions made the way to work so weird.

When she came out, she saw that Dumbledore was really standing in front of the public phone booth at the intersection of the street. He was tall and thin, with a white beard and white hair fluttering in the wind. He turned heads very often. Fortunately, his Muggle attire was very normal. , obviously a knowledgeable one.

Su Fu walked up to him and asked, "Are you here at the Ministry of Magic?"

"For the matter we discussed last time that we needed to inquire," Dumbledore stepped down the steps, looking at the traffic passing through the road, "but Connelly did not let go of this matter—as a member of the Ministry of Magic, Minister, he still has some understanding of some things back then, so..."

"So you have nothing to gain." Su Fu rolled his eyes and said lazily, "If it were me, I would definitely not leave so easily."

"Of course it is because there is an alternative way," said Dumbledore. "This matter is very important. If I try to persuade Connelly, he might agree."

Su Fu asked bluntly, "What way?"

"I met an acquaintance from the Archives and Records Room, who pointed me the way and took the risk of checking some old files for me - there are still some Ministry of Magic staff from that era alive, and I think we can go to Call on one of the Mister Ewells whose addresses are confirmed."

"I see," Su Fu walked with him to a place where there were few people, and muttered, "I thought you were in a hurry..."

After arriving behind a section of the crumbling low wall, Dumbledore pulled out his wand, reported a place name to Su Fu, and then slowly said: "The main reason is that Mr. Evel's wife is a German, and her surname is Frings."

Su Fu frowned deeply.

==

The surname Evel is not well-known in the magic world, but it is not unknown. If it is a pure-blood wizard family, it may overlap with Evel, because the Evel family is a long-standing pure-blood family.

"Now that the Evel family is dying, it seems that there is no one with the surname Evel among the students of this generation."

Su Fu was preoccupied, as if she hadn't heard Dumbledore's words. After he finished speaking, she raised her head and asked in a daze, "What did you say?"

"I'm introducing you to the situation of the Evel family—pure blood."

"Of course, I guessed it," Su Fu nodded, "otherwise, how could he marry Frings?"

Dumbledore sighed imperceptibly, and said, "Su, Miss Frings was killed by Voldemort, and it has nothing to do with you."

Su Fu pursed his lips tightly and remained silent.

"You've been guilty of this for years, but the truth is, it wasn't your fault at all - you couldn't have stopped it even if you were there."

"I don't know..." Su Fu slowly looked up at the sky, "The entire Frings family was slaughtered by him, let alone Amaranta."

"He has killed a lot of people." Dumbledore said noncommittally, and took the lead to walk into the path between the rose gardens, and walked towards a beige house.

A turmeric owl fluttered up on the fence and landed on the branch beside Su Fu.

Su Fu suddenly said: "It is precisely because he has killed many people that we must defeat him—"

"Or kill him."

"Dingling—jingling."

Dumbledore rang the door bell.

……

Mr. Evil was even younger than Dumbledore. Although he was walking tremblingly on crutches, at least he looked energetic, and he was not so old and confused that he didn't know people.

"Dumbledore——" he opened his mouth and made a vague voice, "It's really a rare visitor, who still knows that I, an old guy, is alive in this world. Your connections are really surprising."

His tone was a bit harsh, but Dumbledore smiled indifferently, and said, "Mr. Evel, it may have been half a century since we last met."

"Yeah," Evil's wrinkled face twisted into a smile that didn't look like a smile, "You were a young lad at the time, and now you're going to be like me—" he said, slightly turning the direction of his eyes, The moment his turbid eyes touched Su Fu's face, he obviously paused, then he stretched out his hand and rubbed his eyes in disbelief, his lips muttered for a while, then he turned back stiffly and asked Dumbledore, "Is this girl just graduated?" student?"

Su Fu smiled briefly, stretched out his hand to him, and said, "Sue Frank."

Evel also stretched out his hand and shook her perfunctorily for a second, stared at her cheek for a while, and said absently: "Miss Frank, has anyone ever told you that you look very similar to that person many years ago... Like, no, almost exactly the same, literally..."

"Who?"

He opened his mouth and said in a low voice, "One—"

"Mr. Evil," Dumbledore interrupted him at the right time, "We made a special visit today to ask you about the past."