[Comprehensive] Sherlock's Secret

"Christmas must have some atmosphere," she said, spouting golden ribbons from the tip of her wand, which wrapped around the fresh Christmas tree. "There are thirteen Christmas trees in the school hall, all decorated by Professor Flitwick himself." , I originally wanted to help, but there are too many miscellaneous things."

She put a five-pointed star on the top of the Christmas tree, jumped two steps back to see if it was straightened, and said again: "The curl is back? Dumbledore said that he saw it at school. It was so cold. To go out—"

"It's probably in your house."

"Oh..." She decorated the Christmas tree in less than 10 minutes, then opened the refrigerator and looked in, "Ingredients—ah, as expected, there are nothing, and I have to go out and buy them."

As she said that, she put on her coat again, and said to Sherlock, "Come on, let's go shopping."

So Sherlock, who had just come back from the ice and snow, was dragged out by her again. I don't know if it was because of the weather or Christmas. The jewelry store is closed, probably going home for the holidays.

Su Fu and Sherlock walked through three streets before finally finding an open supermarket and buying the ingredients they needed so they wouldn't drink northwest wind on Christmas Day.

There was an accident when paying the bill, because Su Fu reached into her pocket and fumbled for a handful of gold and silver coins. Only then did she realize that she had mixed up Galleons with silver coins and British pounds. She spent a lot of effort Only then did she dig enough money out of her pocket, so the supermarket cashier looked at her strangely, probably thinking that the woman carrying such a large handful of weird coins might be some kind of religious heterodox.

Coming out of the supermarket, Sherlock couldn't help asking, "You guys still use metal coins?"

"I'm also very helpless," Su Fu sighed, "but the currency is made by goblins, and they are naturally more partial to metallurgy, so the currency system has never changed over the years, and the only bank, Gringotts, is also run by goblins. .”

"Fairy..."

Su Fu said with disgust, "It's very ugly."

She said that she took a gold Galleon and put it in Sherlock's hand, and explained their exchange rate, and made complaints about it by the way. She talked a lot during the walk, even though two people were walking side by side, but She was indeed the only one talking non-stop. Sherlock listened to each other, and occasionally answered a few words, but she didn't care, probably because she felt that she had said less to him, so she had to make up for it all at once.

When I went back, there was a notice posted on the public board at the entrance of the unit, saying that the real estate company had changed again, Su Fu said thoughtfully: "It is probably because this house is too old, and the people living in it are old people. I feel that it is a little troublesome to deal with the elderly..."

"So—" Sherlock said suddenly, following behind her, "In [-], you were studying at Hogwarts?"

Su Fu didn't reply and said, "I knew that Juanjuan would definitely not go to Hogwarts for no reason. The Syndra leaf in the refrigerator was sent by Sirius?" She snorted, "That's still me. Picked it up in the Forbidden Forest with Hagrid, nearly got ripped in half by its vines—”

"As for the one who studied in [-]," she took out the key to open the door, a "click" sound of metal closing friction spread in the silent air of the corridor, and her voice was not ordinary like a touch of air without fluctuations, "It's Sue Leichter, not Frank."

Sherlock said calmly behind her: "Isn't it the same person?"

She put down the thing in her hand, then turned around, said with no expression on her face: "I don't know how to answer this question, why don't you make a judgment for yourself after you know everything - but before that, you have to first Believe that rebirth and immortality really exist.”

==

At noon on Christmas, Mycroft was still in his office.

The staff outside the office were much sparser than usual. After all, even the busiest people would think about celebrating Christmas—but he was different.

He was still thinking about the country's economic performance and the failed reforms, and how to persuade his younger brother to go home to spend Christmas with his parents.

Yes, even though it is Christmas day, he has not given up on this idea.

He was pressing the most confidential and frontier documents of the country under his elbows, and he folded them up and threw them aside without emotion. A secretary would come to take them away and keep them safe, but the secretary had already walked out, and suddenly folded them again. He came back and said, "Sir, here is a document that needs your signature."

Mycroft took it over and took a look—it was a budget for the compensation amount for the relatives of the sacrificed soldiers, with a list of names attached to it, and it was usually thrown into the sea of ​​people and never found again.

"Don't put these things on my desk again," he frowned. "Is there no one in the Treasury Department?"

The secretary bowed slightly humbly, and quickly explained: "According to Chief Doris, these soldiers are all martyrs, and the highest rank among them is already a colonel, so I brought them here for your review."

McCoff casually flipped through it a few times, and signed his name on the last page. His peripheral vision reached the end of the name on the last page... A name that should not have caught his attention caught his attention.

Freya Annick.

The only female name among these people.

"How could she be here..." He muttered, flipping through the file to the last personal information, and found this woman named Annick, or rather—Lieutenant Colonel Annick.

"Sir, is there any question for this Lieutenant Colonel...?"

Mycroft's pale pupils stared at the column of the time of death for two seconds, and immediately closed the file, showing a usual calm smile: "It's nothing, take it away."

After the secretary went out, his thoughts quickly shifted to other places, such as when would it be better to call Sherlock, for example, the lost and troublesome confidential document.

But what he didn't know was that in such-and-such a corner of this bustling city, two people were engaged in a tit-for-tat competition over his files.

……

"Unwilling to hand it over?"

This is a woman's voice, hoarse and cool, but extremely sweet, like the moonlight tide.

"Ahem——if you kill me, you will never find its location."

This is another man's voice, his throat seems to be restrained, and his voice can only be squeezed out from the gap between the trachea and vocal cords with great difficulty, but you can't hear the slightest panic and helplessness from his tone, but rather There was a trembling excitement, as if some kind of emotion could not wait to break through the shackles, and it exploded with extreme tension.

"Heh." The woman sneered clearly.

This is an abandoned unfinished building. The howling cold wind passes through the front and rear windows that have never been installed with window glass. From a distance, it looks like neatly piled up empty concrete boxes, which are arranged in a well-organized way to connect the cold sky and the opposite bank. The barren road was cut into small square grids, and in one of the grids, the voice of the conversation just now came out suddenly.

In that small grid, a slender woman in black raised her pale palm, grabbed the man by the throat with ease, and pressed him against the cold concrete wall. He grabbed the slender wrist, but couldn't break free no matter what.

After persisting like this for about 20 seconds, just when the man was about to roll his eyes and faint, the hand suddenly let go, and he slumped down the wall weakly, coughing non-stop while covering his throat.

The woman sighed: "Smart people wouldn't do that..."

"...I can't—cough, cough, let the game—lose the fun!"

She walked slowly to his side, her steps were steady and orderly, but surprisingly light, she squatted down, her face was completely hidden in the hood and the cold and dim light, and she couldn't even catch her eyes: "That document is very important to him." You are useless at all, and you can't unlock the password of the storage disk in a short time, if it were me, I would definitely not leave a useless but dangerous thing on me."

"You can't convince me," the man raised his head, it was a young and pale face, his eyebrows were raised exaggeratedly high, and his eyes were mixed with darkness and uncontrollable excitement, "—McDougal is too boring, I How can you let it go when you just found new fun?"

"That Mr. Detective probably won't think so," she raised her left hand to rest on her chin with an elegant movement, "He's more looking forward to throwing you into prison."

The man slowly licked his bruised lips: "Then let's see what he's capable of. I'm... very willing to play with him."

"I don't like this game very much," the woman stood up, facing the gray sky beyond the window lattice, "I wasted so much effort to find you to help me, not to make you trouble me—"

There was an evil smile on the man's face, and he said kindly and tactfully: "Why bother, we obviously have a great time working together—you will get the information you want to know, and I have found new fun, how wonderful..."

"It's up to you to decide whether it's good or not," the woman turned and walked to the dilapidated staircase, "I repeat, I'm not interested in your games, and don't try to interfere with my affairs. The files will be placed with you first, don't mess with them lost."

==

"Wake up after decades?"

"Even Dumbledore can't explain the reason, and I don't know what's going on, but the Unforgivable Curse is a deadly curse after all-it's impossible to say that it has no effect."

"The scar on your back is from that spell."

"Yes...it's a pity that I can't remember the situation at that time," she laughed mockingly, "otherwise I wouldn't be so proficient in reciting spells with Legilimency."

After a moment of silence, Sherlock suddenly muttered, "I'm hungry."

Su Fu immediately brought up the ingredients he bought and went to the kitchen: "Cooking——"

She put everything into the originally empty refrigerator, frowned and said, "I really want to know, as a human being, how did you survive during the month I was away?"

"Water and air."

Su Fu: "..."

The author has something to say: ah...really...a thief...he...mom...tired, I can't write anymore.

As usual, if you find typos and bugs, leave a message in the comment area, I just took a rough look, and I really don’t have the energy to refine it.