[Comprehensive] Sherlock's Secret

After eating the bread, she extinguished the fire in the fireplace, went upstairs in two steps, and walked along the dark and narrow corridor to the innermost part. house.

At this moment, the door of the room was locked tightly, and the dim candlelight on the wall illuminated a small bronze plaque on the yellow wooden door, which read - "No entry into the utility room".

Su Fu pulled out his wand and knocked on the doorknob, only to see the copper-stained mechanical vines wrapped around the handle spread out by themselves, and the door opened with a "squeak".

The fireplace in the house "brush" bright flames.

Su Fu suddenly turned around, saw Aberforth standing behind him at some point, rolled his eyes and sighed, "I'm a living person now, can you say hello when you come in?"

"I just came to remind you that there are in the cabinet next to the quilt."

Su Fu said angrily, "I know!"

There was no emotion in Aberforth's blue eyes, his gray beard moved, and said: "You lived well in Godric's Hollow ten years ago, what made you run to the bustling city go?"

Su Fu waved his magic wand to clean the house that no one had lived in for more than ten years. After a while, he looked up at an old spider web on the roof, and said, "Of course it's Voldemort, Albus didn't tell you—— Is he still alive?"

Aberforth shook his wand, and after a gust of wind, the dust and cobwebs on the roof disappeared. A very perverse expression slowly appeared on his face, and he said in a grumpy tone, "What does the mysterious man's life have to do with you?" ? He will hunt you down—you should be hiding instead of being fooled by Albus to investigate some way to defeat You-Know-Who!"

Su Fu took off the dustproof cloth on the bed, and said calmly without looking back: "I can't do it."

Aberforth snorted coldly, pulled a chair roughly and sat down, and said, "Do you want to be killed by the mysterious man again?"

Only then did Su Fu turn around slowly, and smiled without a smile for a moment: "Then maybe I can lie unconscious on this bed for decades, and when I wake up again, Voldemort may be dead. No dregs left—of course, you may die so that there are no dregs left."

"Do you think you're as lucky every time as last time?" Aberforth took a breath and cursed, "It's a fluke that Albus can save you back, don't take it as a fluke!"

Su Fu raised his eyebrows noncommittally: "Really?"

Aberforth glared at her, didn't seem to know what to say, got up angrily and went out to leave.

Su Fu slowly took a clean quilt from the next room, and lay on the bed without falling asleep for a long time.

Maybe it was because she slept for too long before, so that she rarely slept after waking up. Decades passed like a day, and it really seemed like a day had passed.

She watched the young people grow old, and watched the spring of this year pass away and the winter is approaching. The time is really too fast and too long.

She turned over and remembered what Dumbledore had said in the principal's office just now. No matter how old the principal was, he was as thorough and wise as ever. He probably had already noticed something hidden about Sirius' escape from prison, but he just kept silent.

But what is the truth...

I don't know when a bitter wind blew up outside the window, pulling the branches and screaming. She turned over and sat up. The flame in the fireplace was gradually extinguished, and the room became dry and cold. I read all the text messages sent to her, although there was no useful information.

After reading it for a while, I couldn't help sending out another one:

[Why did Sister Parril want to guard herself? ——S.F]

In the middle of the night, she thought that Sherlock would probably not see it, but he replied every few minutes: [She just bought a large amount of insurance for the necklace a few days ago, and in the current gem market, emeralds are in appreciation state. ——SH】

Su Fu instantly understood the reason.

I bought a large amount of insurance so I wanted to create the illusion that the necklace was stolen to defraud the insurance money, and if I succeed in framing my sister for stealing the necklace, the court will sentence my sister to pay infringement compensation, and my sister is also very poor. The only property that can be sold is the brooch. The brooch is made of emeralds, and emeralds are now in a situation of appreciation-this move can not only get huge insurance compensation, but also get my sister's emerald brooch. Added together, it is a large fortune, and it is easy to be blinded by the benefits, even doing things like framing the sister who is dependent on each other, there is really no way to save it.

[How much did you see at the time? ——SH】

Su Fu recalled the scene he saw in the morning, and replied: [I only know that Eve Parrier is lying——S·F]

She was indeed lying from the beginning.

According to my sister, she washed up and went to bed when she came back that night, because she was very tired from work during the day and the power was cut off at home at night, so she was lying in bed early.

The truth, however, was that there was no power outage at all in the house that night.

The ice cream balls in the refrigerator were intact. If there was a power outage last night, the ice cream would definitely melt, and these ice creams could only be bought before last night, because she called the police early in the morning. rushed to the scene.

She didn't have any reason to specifically mention the power outage at home. If she lied, there was only one possibility, and she was deliberately setting aside responsibility.

[I can't see, what's so interesting about this case?Isn't she just a woman who fell into the eyes of money like Serena Yake? ——S.F]

Su Fu re-ignited the fire in the fireplace, the wind outside the window was still bitter, and the old windows were buzzing for a while, as if a huge shadow floated past the window, the temperature in the room dropped suddenly, even the fire that had just been lit in the fireplace The flames were all smoldering.

Su Fu's fingers were stiff, and the negative emotions of boundless despair surged from the bottom of her heart like a tide. Her blood became cold and her whole body began to tremble. She trembled her lips to recite the spell, and silver-blue mist came out from the tip of the magic wand. But it never takes shape.

She vaguely heard the crackling and burning fire, her cheeks touched the cold ground and the scorching air, she heard someone screaming for help in the distance, she heard someone desperately begging for mercy... She saw the white castle and the blue mirror lake Stained with bright red blood, she saw a withered wilderness, with swaying weeds growing on the gray ruins. Behind her, Voldemort smiled cruelly, and split a green light at her——

The spell was chanted many times, but the white wolf never appeared. The silver-blue mist lingered around her for a moment and then began to dissipate. Frost had already formed on the window, and a black hole-like mouth could be vaguely seen. Rotten and scabbed fingers under a tattered black cloak.

She slowly curled up into a ball, still holding the phone in one hand, clenched tighter and tighter, as if she wanted to crush that small phone... And finally at a certain moment, Sherlock suddenly heard from the phone A deep and clear voice: "—Su?"

Su Fu was stunned in a daze.

"Are you alright?"

She took a deep breath, raised her wand and called out, "Patronus!"

Silver-blue light gushed out in an instant, condensing into the shape of a large animal. After running around the room for a few laps, it rushed out through the window, and the tall cloaked figure was knocked and flew out.The cold emotions and complicated hallucinations receded like a tide, and the flame in the fireplace burned again.

"You—a dementor!" The door of the room was knocked open, and Aberforth rushed in holding on to his wand, and the blue light at the tip of the wand was converging into a goat.

"I'm fine." Su Fu wrinkled his nose and agreed.

"Sue?" Sherlock called again from the phone.

Aberforth waved his wand, and the goats gradually dispersed. Seeing that nothing happened, he muttered cursingly something like "the fucking Ministry of Magic will give people trouble", and walked out of the room.

Su Fu picked up the phone and put it on his ear: "It's nothing, I accidentally pressed the wrong button."

"What just happened?"

Su Fu stuck his fingers into his hair. Dementors can take away not only temperature, but also all positive emotions. They live in corruption and despair, and feed on the enthusiasm in people's hearts... Probably because she has been exposed to too many sad and hopeless pasts today, so she was easily taken advantage of by the dementors.

Defeating spirit monsters requires good memories and happy things as an aid to recite the Patronus Charm, but sometimes, Su Fu thinks, a person's voice—just a word from him is enough to make up for all the bad past.

She coughed twice, and replied calmly, "There is a dementor outside the window."

==

Back in time to the moment when Aberforth returned to his room and Su Fu was lying on the bed, in London, thousands of miles away from Hogsmeade, Mycroft Holmes was trying to convince his stubborn brother.

"Have you forgotten the original intention of you promising me to investigate this case?" He said, "I will give you a satisfactory answer."

Sherlock Holmes, who was plucking the strings of the violin casually, looked up at him with a smirk, and said, "Why don't I ask her directly? She never refuses me anything."

Mycroft frowned slightly, but his tone was still calm: "In this matter, I think Su may reject you—"

"Oh," Sherlock made a regretful expression, "You really don't know her, I already know."

Mycroft: "..."

He twirled his finger holding the black umbrella twice, but he didn't seem surprised by the answer. He smiled slowly after a while: "You should be glad that Su has good feelings and kindness for you for no reason. If she wants to hide it, you Will never know anything."

Sherlock suddenly changed his posture and sat down. With a flick of his slender fingers, the strings hummed with a "clank", echoing endlessly in the silent air of the night.

"Let's change the subject," Mycroft said, "and continue talking about the mysterious hacker."

The author has something to say: The sister's case is too simple, and writing out the reasoning process in detail would be suspicious of words. Anyway, you already know it all, so just skip it.