[Comprehensive] Sherlock's Secret
Chapter 64
Evel seemed to suddenly realize something, and immediately cut off the conversation, a wrinkled walnut-like smile appeared on his face that was uglier than crying: "I mean, I have heard of you, Sue Frank, you are not arrogant. It's a pity Luo, you've defeated so many Death Eaters, I'm just surprised you're so young..."
As he spoke, he looked away at Dumbledore, smacked his lips and said, "Ask, I hope I can still remember..."
"I want to know, do you have any impression of the surname Gunter?"
Evel frowned and thought for a while, but finally just shook his head.
Dumbledore sighed, and continued: "When you were young, you used to work in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement of the Ministry of Magic, and you must have been involved in a lot of cases... Then, did you have anything to do with Voldy—"
"Don't say that name!" Evel suddenly screamed loudly, grasping the crutch with trembling fingers, swinging his head and looking around, "Arman—where have you been, can't you see the visitor?"
A house elf came out from the corner in response. He was dressed so badly that he couldn't see the color. It seemed to be a gown made of sheets. His thin and shaky figure looked a little older than Mr. Evel.
It saluted Dumbledore and Su Fu very slowly, with a hoarse voice like a broken bellows that has not been used for many years: "Dear master, guests, do you like tea, coffee, or rum? "
"No need," Su Fu said, "I'm sorry to trouble you."
The house elf looked up at Su Fu in horror, and then immediately lowered his head, as if he saw something he shouldn't see.
Evel smacked his lips and turned his head to look out of the window: "Dumbledore, I'm just an ordinary person. I don't know anything about the things you big people care about. As for the things you asked, it's been too long, even if it's me I've heard of it, and probably forgot."
He paused, and said bluntly, "Sorry."
Dumbledore waved his hand, and said without any change in expression: "No, it's always easy to forget things when you get older, and I often do that too."
Evel nodded noncommittally.
He glanced nonchalantly at the house elf next to him, probably already intending to see off the guests, but Dumbledore continued: "Actually, there is another matter to visit you today—" He changed his direction towards Sue. Fu, "Su is half of German blood, we learned that your wife..."
"It is said that my grandmother's name is Gloria," Su Fu suddenly said in a soft voice, "I wonder if Mr. Evel knows this name, Gloria Frings?"
Evel was stunned for a while, before saying: "Mrs. Frings... I thought this family was completely destroyed because of the persecution of the mysterious man, but I don't think there are still orphans?"
"I'm just an adopted daughter," Su Fu said indifferently, "My mother Heidi often mentioned to me the glory of the family in the past, but she had to travel far away to seek refuge, and never returned to her homeland in her whole life."
"Heidi is Mrs. Frings' youngest daughter...my wife, Lavia is Mrs.'s niece, and Mrs.'s eldest daughter was so outstanding that everyone was jealous—"
"Yes," Su twitched the corners of his mouth, but he couldn't force a smile in the end, "Miss Amaranta, she is very outstanding and admirable."
Evel was surprised that she could call out this name, and he no longer doubted him, with a look of extreme compassion on his face, and said slowly: "It's really unfortunate... If it wasn't for Lavia's early marriage to England, I'm afraid she would not be spared Unfortunately, the crimes committed by the mysterious man are too numerous to list, but few people know about the massacre of the Frings family—"
"Someone will know, unless he hasn't done it."
"Yes——" Evel's cloudy eyes glanced at Su Fu inadvertently, and he babbled, "Speaking of which, it must be my old eyesight that thinks you look like that person, and many people have forgotten her. It exists, but luckily she died long ago, and the mysterious person did it herself..."
Su Fu laughed out loud, sternly and ironically: "You really know a lot."
"After all, it's an old bone..." Evel murmured, "Lavia has been depressed for half her life because of the Frings family's affairs, and she left early, leaving me here to live a ridiculous life—since You are Heidi's adopted daughter, so there is something she must want you to wear—Arman?"
"Yes, master—the third row of the study is the sixth grid from the left, and it is treasured in a mahogany box."
Evel nodded slowly.
After a while, the house elf came out from the inside holding a beautiful box inlaid with gemstones. Evel took it, and his old fingers lightly stroked it, and then handed it over to Su Fu.
Inside the box lay a delicate brooch on a deep purple velvet lining.
The obsidian is carved into a lifelike goshawk, holding a white hyacinth in its sharp beak, and holding an ancient staff in its sharp claws.
"It once belonged to Lavia, she was proud to have it—"
Su Fu's eyes hovered in the air as if frozen, and she whispered: "The goshawk symbolizes the arrogance, sharpness, and agility of every Frings, the hyacinth represents freedom, and the wand represents power."
"Yes, that's exactly right," Evel said excitedly, "Now it belongs to you."
……
Dumbledore and Su Fu bid farewell to Mr. Evil, and when they walked through the long porch and entrance, his voice suddenly sounded again behind him: "Dumbledore, there may be someone who remembers what you want to know, his name is Bob Ogden, who's quite old now, lived in the village of Leedsman in Surrey many years ago."
"Thank you." Dumbledore said loudly, and walked out of the withered rose garden with Su Fu.
When the night falls, the stars in the west twinkle, just like what is said in fairy tales, the dead will become morning stars, watching the world forever in the sky.
==
"To Bob Ogden, you or I?"
"Let me inquire about Mr. Ogden first," Dumbledore said calmly, "Your communication circle is not as wide as mine."
"Oh," Su Fu agreed noncommittally, and suddenly said after a few minutes, "I want to go to Germany."
"If I remember correctly, you just went there in March of this year."
"Yes—but I still want to go there again."
"Su," Dumbledore stopped abruptly, and said, "Don't be bound by the past. Leicht is dead, and what should be forgotten has been forgotten. You are a brand new person now, and you don't need too much Think about the past."
"Well," Su Fu nodded lazily, "I just want to go and see the graves of Amaranta and Heidi—"
"Just weigh it yourself."
Su Fu turned his head away from his transparent eyes that seemed to see through everything, and changed the subject: "How about the memory I gave you about Bok? Did you find anything?"
"There is one point, but it's not yet conclusive."
"That--"
"But there is one other thing," said Dumbledore. "When do you have free time?"
"Anytime..." Just as Su Fu agreed, the phone in her pocket vibrated. She took it out and saw the text message from Sherlock:
[The case is solved, and Parril is guarding and stealing himself. ——SH】
"what……"
In the morning, there was no clue at all, and the truth was revealed at night?
She sighed "tsk tsk" and shook her head, then replied "that's amazing".
Sherlock replied in a second:
【How many cases can you guess——S·H】
【You missed an interesting case——S·H】
Su Fu pursed his lips and smiled softly.
Dumbledore asked, "What, what else?"
"No," Su Fu put the phone back into his pocket, "Since I have something to do, I'll go back to school with you, and I just need a few books."
"Aren't you going to Germany?"
Su Fu breathed a sigh of relief, and said with a smile, "I won't go."
==
At night, Hogsmeade is completely silent, the dark blue sky hangs low, and a silver moon hangs like a disk, hanging at the top of the dark woods.
A few lights falling from between the narrow windows flickered past, and were instantly annihilated in the vast night.
"Tuk Tuk Tuk."
In the silent night, there were a few dull knocks on the door. The owner of the Pig's Head Bar cursed and came down the wooden stairs to open the door. He was holding a dirty glass-covered lamp and a magic wand in the other hand, and opened the door. At that time, the tip of the magic wand touched the visitor's chest in a daze.
The person who knocked on the door was wrapped in a heavy black cloak, and his face could not be seen clearly, but his figure was thin and slender, as if he could blend into the night.
"Sue Leicht!" Aberforth Dumbledore gritted his teeth and screamed fiercely, "When will you get rid of this annoying habit of wandering around in the middle of the night?"
Su Fu pushed him aside unceremoniously, and took off the hood of his cloak as he walked inside: "What time is it, how are you going to sleep?"
"It's you, not me, who has been sleeping for decades!" Aberforth placed the glass lamp heavily on the table, and made a "clang" sound, "I'm closed!"
"Don't let me in if you have the ability?" Su Fu replied lazily, "Also, don't call me Leicht, it sounds awkward."
Aberforth retorted, "You wouldn't be Leicht without that name—you just came from Albus?"
"There are some things that need to be dealt with..." Su Fu frowned imperceptibly, "The curfew hasn't been lifted yet?"
"Until they get Sirius Black," said Aberforth, rekindling the fire in the fireplace, "I'm afraid they won't get the hell out of there."
"It's really troublesome..." Su Fu muttered.
Aberforth brought out a plate of bread and butter from the kitchen and threw it on the table in front of her. He turned around and went upstairs. Halfway through the walk, he suddenly lowered his head and said coldly, "That room has not been lived in for at least ten years." It’s overkill, you can clean it up yourself.”
Su Fu took a piece of bread and put it in his mouth: "I don't expect you to clean it up for me."
The author has something to say: Regarding the heroine, Comrade Sue, she is not a big boss, nor does she have a background in life, she is just an ordinary person with too much experience and anxiety.
Regarding the title of the chapter, it comes from a famous saying of Juan Juan a long time ago, "You curse me for buying instant noodles without seasoning packets? I curse you for buying instant noodles with only seasoning packets!" I wrote it down.
As he spoke, he looked away at Dumbledore, smacked his lips and said, "Ask, I hope I can still remember..."
"I want to know, do you have any impression of the surname Gunter?"
Evel frowned and thought for a while, but finally just shook his head.
Dumbledore sighed, and continued: "When you were young, you used to work in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement of the Ministry of Magic, and you must have been involved in a lot of cases... Then, did you have anything to do with Voldy—"
"Don't say that name!" Evel suddenly screamed loudly, grasping the crutch with trembling fingers, swinging his head and looking around, "Arman—where have you been, can't you see the visitor?"
A house elf came out from the corner in response. He was dressed so badly that he couldn't see the color. It seemed to be a gown made of sheets. His thin and shaky figure looked a little older than Mr. Evel.
It saluted Dumbledore and Su Fu very slowly, with a hoarse voice like a broken bellows that has not been used for many years: "Dear master, guests, do you like tea, coffee, or rum? "
"No need," Su Fu said, "I'm sorry to trouble you."
The house elf looked up at Su Fu in horror, and then immediately lowered his head, as if he saw something he shouldn't see.
Evel smacked his lips and turned his head to look out of the window: "Dumbledore, I'm just an ordinary person. I don't know anything about the things you big people care about. As for the things you asked, it's been too long, even if it's me I've heard of it, and probably forgot."
He paused, and said bluntly, "Sorry."
Dumbledore waved his hand, and said without any change in expression: "No, it's always easy to forget things when you get older, and I often do that too."
Evel nodded noncommittally.
He glanced nonchalantly at the house elf next to him, probably already intending to see off the guests, but Dumbledore continued: "Actually, there is another matter to visit you today—" He changed his direction towards Sue. Fu, "Su is half of German blood, we learned that your wife..."
"It is said that my grandmother's name is Gloria," Su Fu suddenly said in a soft voice, "I wonder if Mr. Evel knows this name, Gloria Frings?"
Evel was stunned for a while, before saying: "Mrs. Frings... I thought this family was completely destroyed because of the persecution of the mysterious man, but I don't think there are still orphans?"
"I'm just an adopted daughter," Su Fu said indifferently, "My mother Heidi often mentioned to me the glory of the family in the past, but she had to travel far away to seek refuge, and never returned to her homeland in her whole life."
"Heidi is Mrs. Frings' youngest daughter...my wife, Lavia is Mrs.'s niece, and Mrs.'s eldest daughter was so outstanding that everyone was jealous—"
"Yes," Su twitched the corners of his mouth, but he couldn't force a smile in the end, "Miss Amaranta, she is very outstanding and admirable."
Evel was surprised that she could call out this name, and he no longer doubted him, with a look of extreme compassion on his face, and said slowly: "It's really unfortunate... If it wasn't for Lavia's early marriage to England, I'm afraid she would not be spared Unfortunately, the crimes committed by the mysterious man are too numerous to list, but few people know about the massacre of the Frings family—"
"Someone will know, unless he hasn't done it."
"Yes——" Evel's cloudy eyes glanced at Su Fu inadvertently, and he babbled, "Speaking of which, it must be my old eyesight that thinks you look like that person, and many people have forgotten her. It exists, but luckily she died long ago, and the mysterious person did it herself..."
Su Fu laughed out loud, sternly and ironically: "You really know a lot."
"After all, it's an old bone..." Evel murmured, "Lavia has been depressed for half her life because of the Frings family's affairs, and she left early, leaving me here to live a ridiculous life—since You are Heidi's adopted daughter, so there is something she must want you to wear—Arman?"
"Yes, master—the third row of the study is the sixth grid from the left, and it is treasured in a mahogany box."
Evel nodded slowly.
After a while, the house elf came out from the inside holding a beautiful box inlaid with gemstones. Evel took it, and his old fingers lightly stroked it, and then handed it over to Su Fu.
Inside the box lay a delicate brooch on a deep purple velvet lining.
The obsidian is carved into a lifelike goshawk, holding a white hyacinth in its sharp beak, and holding an ancient staff in its sharp claws.
"It once belonged to Lavia, she was proud to have it—"
Su Fu's eyes hovered in the air as if frozen, and she whispered: "The goshawk symbolizes the arrogance, sharpness, and agility of every Frings, the hyacinth represents freedom, and the wand represents power."
"Yes, that's exactly right," Evel said excitedly, "Now it belongs to you."
……
Dumbledore and Su Fu bid farewell to Mr. Evil, and when they walked through the long porch and entrance, his voice suddenly sounded again behind him: "Dumbledore, there may be someone who remembers what you want to know, his name is Bob Ogden, who's quite old now, lived in the village of Leedsman in Surrey many years ago."
"Thank you." Dumbledore said loudly, and walked out of the withered rose garden with Su Fu.
When the night falls, the stars in the west twinkle, just like what is said in fairy tales, the dead will become morning stars, watching the world forever in the sky.
==
"To Bob Ogden, you or I?"
"Let me inquire about Mr. Ogden first," Dumbledore said calmly, "Your communication circle is not as wide as mine."
"Oh," Su Fu agreed noncommittally, and suddenly said after a few minutes, "I want to go to Germany."
"If I remember correctly, you just went there in March of this year."
"Yes—but I still want to go there again."
"Su," Dumbledore stopped abruptly, and said, "Don't be bound by the past. Leicht is dead, and what should be forgotten has been forgotten. You are a brand new person now, and you don't need too much Think about the past."
"Well," Su Fu nodded lazily, "I just want to go and see the graves of Amaranta and Heidi—"
"Just weigh it yourself."
Su Fu turned his head away from his transparent eyes that seemed to see through everything, and changed the subject: "How about the memory I gave you about Bok? Did you find anything?"
"There is one point, but it's not yet conclusive."
"That--"
"But there is one other thing," said Dumbledore. "When do you have free time?"
"Anytime..." Just as Su Fu agreed, the phone in her pocket vibrated. She took it out and saw the text message from Sherlock:
[The case is solved, and Parril is guarding and stealing himself. ——SH】
"what……"
In the morning, there was no clue at all, and the truth was revealed at night?
She sighed "tsk tsk" and shook her head, then replied "that's amazing".
Sherlock replied in a second:
【How many cases can you guess——S·H】
【You missed an interesting case——S·H】
Su Fu pursed his lips and smiled softly.
Dumbledore asked, "What, what else?"
"No," Su Fu put the phone back into his pocket, "Since I have something to do, I'll go back to school with you, and I just need a few books."
"Aren't you going to Germany?"
Su Fu breathed a sigh of relief, and said with a smile, "I won't go."
==
At night, Hogsmeade is completely silent, the dark blue sky hangs low, and a silver moon hangs like a disk, hanging at the top of the dark woods.
A few lights falling from between the narrow windows flickered past, and were instantly annihilated in the vast night.
"Tuk Tuk Tuk."
In the silent night, there were a few dull knocks on the door. The owner of the Pig's Head Bar cursed and came down the wooden stairs to open the door. He was holding a dirty glass-covered lamp and a magic wand in the other hand, and opened the door. At that time, the tip of the magic wand touched the visitor's chest in a daze.
The person who knocked on the door was wrapped in a heavy black cloak, and his face could not be seen clearly, but his figure was thin and slender, as if he could blend into the night.
"Sue Leicht!" Aberforth Dumbledore gritted his teeth and screamed fiercely, "When will you get rid of this annoying habit of wandering around in the middle of the night?"
Su Fu pushed him aside unceremoniously, and took off the hood of his cloak as he walked inside: "What time is it, how are you going to sleep?"
"It's you, not me, who has been sleeping for decades!" Aberforth placed the glass lamp heavily on the table, and made a "clang" sound, "I'm closed!"
"Don't let me in if you have the ability?" Su Fu replied lazily, "Also, don't call me Leicht, it sounds awkward."
Aberforth retorted, "You wouldn't be Leicht without that name—you just came from Albus?"
"There are some things that need to be dealt with..." Su Fu frowned imperceptibly, "The curfew hasn't been lifted yet?"
"Until they get Sirius Black," said Aberforth, rekindling the fire in the fireplace, "I'm afraid they won't get the hell out of there."
"It's really troublesome..." Su Fu muttered.
Aberforth brought out a plate of bread and butter from the kitchen and threw it on the table in front of her. He turned around and went upstairs. Halfway through the walk, he suddenly lowered his head and said coldly, "That room has not been lived in for at least ten years." It’s overkill, you can clean it up yourself.”
Su Fu took a piece of bread and put it in his mouth: "I don't expect you to clean it up for me."
The author has something to say: Regarding the heroine, Comrade Sue, she is not a big boss, nor does she have a background in life, she is just an ordinary person with too much experience and anxiety.
Regarding the title of the chapter, it comes from a famous saying of Juan Juan a long time ago, "You curse me for buying instant noodles without seasoning packets? I curse you for buying instant noodles with only seasoning packets!" I wrote it down.
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