[Comprehensive] Please call me Miss Holmes

"Yes, master." Kreacher became Voldemort's internal counterpart in the Order of the Phoenix, but Sirius didn't know about it, because he was bound by the magic of the house-elf, so even though Sirius hated Kreacher very much, he subconsciously Still feel like Kreacher won't disobey him.

House-elves are known not to disobey the direct orders of their masters.But perfect bondage was almost non-existent, even house-elf magic had loopholes, and Sirius wouldn't tell Kreacher everything to keep it from coming out.These seemingly insignificant little things that have not been specially ordered sometimes become the key to the matter.And most importantly, the house-elves can understand their master's commands by themselves.

Last Christmas, when Sirius yelled at Kreacher to "Get out", Kreacher misinterpreted the words as "Get out of that house".That's why it can come and go in and out of 12 Grimmauld Place at will, breaking the magical shackles of the pixies.

Since then, Kreacher has served two masters, Narcissa Malfoy and Sirius.But it cannot reveal to Voldemort the location of the Order of the Phoenix and some of the secret plans of the Order of the Phoenix that it is forbidden to disclose.However, in terms of what it could leak, it was enough to satisfy Voldemort.

Moreover, Voldemort had another idea. He wanted to bring Circe into this matter. It would be even better if Circe could be removed as well.Now that Circe is in his heart, the hatred value is almost the same as that of Harry who once let him die once.

However, Circe didn't know anything about it, and she didn't realize that the prophecy magic, which was originally omnipotent, had become a little abnormal in the recent period of time.

Early mornings in August are the best weather in London, and Brompton Cemetery is as quiet as ever.This Victorian cemetery is one of the best cemeteries in Britain, where Sherlock Holmes is buried.

Circe showed up at the cemetery early in the morning, and as she was passing a small nearby florist, she stopped unexpectedly to buy a bouquet.

This small flower shop has a simple name - MG, the owner is a boy with a baby face, he looks very smart, with a happy smile on his face, when Circe entered the shop, he found that he was with a beautiful The girl spoke, I don't know, what she said, the girl giggled and laughed, which suddenly dispelled the tranquility of the morning.

Seeing Circe coming, the teenager stopped his movements, he made an embarrassed gesture to the girl, and then walked towards Circe.

"Hey, welcome, what do you need?" The boy's voice was very pleasant, "Or, do you need my advice?"

Circe hesitated for a moment, she really didn't know what flowers Sherlock liked, or rather, he didn't know what flowers there were in this world at all!

"To my dead brother!"

The young man gave her a strange look, as if he was surprised by Circe's tone of mentioning his dead brother, but he quickly adjusted his face with a professional smile on his face, "If this is the case, then a bunch of white chrysanthemums, or Roses are a good choice."

Circe hesitated, chose the rose, and asked the shopkeeper to wrap it.But when the boy finished wrapping the flower and Circe reached out to take it, the boy suddenly snapped his fingers, turned his palm, and a pink rose appeared in his hand.

"Dedicated to you, beautiful lady!"

Circe took the flowers, paid for them, and said nothing.After she walked out of the flower shop, she casually inserted the roses given by the boy on the side of the road. Where no one else could see, the roses quickly took root and survived.

In the flower shop, the young man curled his lips into a smile. His sunny smiling face somehow gave people an illusion of evil charm. Half of his face was hidden in the shadows, and when he smiled, he showed his sharp teeth.

"Oh!" The young man stretched out his hand to block the sun, his white hand was almost transparent, "The sun is out, and I'm going to bed too."

Circe walked through the cemetery and stopped in front of Sherlock's tombstone. She bent down and put the flowers she had just bought in front of the tombstone, and stood there quietly until noon.

Make sure someone sends back word of her return before she leaves.

In the Sherlock Holmes house, Patrick is doing his daily routine, cleaning all corners of the villa, while it is cleaning, it hums a tune that even it does not know the meaning of, calculating what it needs to go to Bought from Diagon Alley.Seriously, in the house-elf community, who could be luckier than him?The owner gave him the right to shop at will, hold a certain amount of gold coins, and be able to go out at will.

Just when Patrick was thinking about this, it suddenly realized that there was an extra person in the house.

"Little master! You are finally back!" Patrick appeared in front of Circe in an instant, very excited,

Circe smiled and patted its head, then went back to her room and carried the little white wolf out. "Padrik, you have worked hard during this time!"

"Oh, Merlin! The little master told me that you have worked hard!" Padraic spun around excitedly, "There is no house elf happier than Padraic!"

Before it could express any more thanks, Searcy interrupted it, "Padraic, I'm leaving, tell Mike I've been back, everything is going according to plan."

Immediately, Circe's figure disappeared.Patrick was dejected, he finally got to see his little master, but soon, he cheered up again, the little master's final home was entrusted to him to take care of!

At the Maibawang Palace Hotel in India, near the evening, Padma appeared at the entrance of the hotel. It is said that at night, there was a very lively night market nearby. She ran to call Circe excitedly, and ended up in front of the room where Circe lived. After knocking on the door for a long time, I saw Circe come out with a little white wolf in his arms.

"Wow! Circe," Padma looked at the little white wolf in surprise, "is this your little white wolf? When did you bring it here?"

"just"

Padma froze for a moment, then understood, and sighed, "Apparition is really useful!" Then she put aside the question and pulled Circe out of the hotel.

They had been wandering around until after ten o'clock in the evening. Only today did Sersey discover that Padma was a shopaholic. She wanted to buy everything she saw, without thinking about whether it was useful. Making a statue, Circe sighed.She thinks that Dumbledore should open another course called "Muggle Sales", so that these children who grew up in the wizarding world know that not everything can be bought.Of course, when she thought this way, she would never have thought that one day in the future, Hogwarts would really have this subject.

After visiting the night market, it was already very late, Circe bid farewell to Padma and returned to the hotel. In the room, Sherlock, who had taken off his disguise, was still surfing the Internet.Circe didn't understand why it was so troublesome, "fake death", and then asked her to go back to prove the news.With her, nothing can threaten the Holmes family.

Sherlock was a little bit helpless in his younger sister's thinking. He tried to explain to Circe, "Do you know what public opinion is?"

"You can take out one person, but you can't take care of all the people in London."

"Most importantly, I know Kim Moriarty has help, and I'm going to find him."

"The game is not over, now is the real beginning."

Circe still doesn't quite understand that power is everything in her world.But seeing Sherlock's radiant face, she shut her mouth.Sometimes, she also understands the lethality of her brothers.

In the dark but gorgeous building, the man sitting on the throne looked down at the half-kneeling people on the ground, without feeling that the marble under his feet was hard or cold.

"Asmodeus?"

"Yes Master!"

"Have you found any news about them?"

"Yes Master!"

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