[Comprehensive British and American] Guide for wizards to eat and wait to die

"So, so how on earth do you know?"

Emma looked shocked.

"Obviously, Emma, ​​there was one more thing that attracted me to this case, but now it seems like it's just a waste of time."

"Who is the murderer?"

Mrs. Hoffman was also curious.

"Yes, Sherlock, can't you satisfy our curiosity?"

Emma used star eyes.

"The murderer is the policeman who came to check the body. If I'm not mistaken, there should be only one policeman, and this person is your former villager."

"yes"

"Now everything is clear. This villager and Miss Green used to be lovers. Although they broke up because of some small differences, he has not forgotten her for so many years. Until he heard about her marriage not long ago, he secretly He came back to see her and wanted to lure her to elope. However, Miss Green refused, so he killed her in a fit of anger, and then dumped the body on the hillside. He took advantage of his position to successfully transport the body away, trying to turn this into an unsolved case."

After listening to Sherlock's long narration, Emma was almost stunned. Although he said the truth, how did he know it? Guess it?

"So how did you find out?" Mrs. Hoffman was also full of doubts now.

"There are many doubts in this case, but you didn't pay attention to it." Sherlock's expression was slightly proud, "For example, why didn't the police ask to remove the body on the same day, and insisted on coming back the next day? And since no one recognized the body, why did he Don’t take things away to make DNA? Also, why should such a case be suppressed and not let the media know...”

"Well, now I believe the police are the murderers. But how do you know about the relationship between the two of them?" Emma looked at Sherlock.

"Every policeman's file has been thoroughly investigated, and it should be easy to find out by looking through the resume."

"Wait a minute!" Emma felt that she found something wrong, "How did you find his file?"

"Well." Sherlock coughed pretendingly, "I have my own way."

"Didn't you steal Mycroft's authority card again..." Emma had an ominous premonition.

"It's getting late, Mrs. Hoffman, we will report this matter to our superiors, I wish you a pleasant day"

Sherlock nodded to Mrs. Hoffman, and then left the scene without looking back.

Emma quickly chased after him, but she only saw his trench coat being blown up by the wind behind him. For some reason, this reminded her of Snape.

So it turned out that Snape was in this mood of hiding from the plague every time he wandered the corridors?

This is also a pain for him. . .

But didn't Sherlock go too fast? . .

"Sherlock, wait for me!"

"Sherlock, stop!"

"If you don't stop, I'm going to report to Mycroft!"

This sentence successfully stopped Sherlock in his tracks.

"Huh, you've stopped." Emma gasped, "Speaking of which, how did you get Mycroft's authority card?"

"I won't tell you." Sherlock smoothed his forehead hair that was blown by the wind.

"Okay, but you must pay attention to safety. There are some things... By the way, I found a letter in front of your door that day. I wanted to give it to you, but I forgot."

"A letter?" Sherlock frowned.

"Yes, I'll forget about it if you don't tell me, I'll give it to you when I get back"

"Let's go then"

"it is good"

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"You killed me"

Emma stood in front of the curtain and looked at him coldly.

"No! Not me!" cried Voldemort. "Bellatrix did it!"

"Is that how you lied to yourself?" Emma took a step forward, "You have a chance to save me, you are fully capable of saving me. But you just stand there and watch me fall in. Tell me, Are you happy that I'm dead?"

"I don't, no..." Facing her accusation, he didn't know what else to say.

"Do you think my death is also a relief for you? You don't have to face your complicated feelings anymore, and you don't have to worry about Dumbledore using me to destroy you." Her face was full of sarcasm laugh.

"But I..." He wanted to explain but was surprised to find that what she said was true.

"But people don't kill themselves, right?" She moved closer to him, and he could even feel her warm breath on his face.

Voldemort reached out to grab Emma.But the moment he touched her, she turned into a puff of smoke, and only her faint voice still lingered in his ears.

"But you yourself ruined your only path to happiness" Her face suddenly appeared in the air, but it had become very hideous, "And my revenge will not be anything else, I tell you, even if I died..."

He suddenly felt that the air became sultry, and he felt as if he had fallen into the crater of a volcano, or rather, the fire of hell.

"I can still destroy you," she said word by word.

Voldemort woke up abruptly from his dream.

He hasn't had a dream for many years, but ever since he recovered the soul piece, these bizarre fragments began to find him.It was fine at first, but since Emma's death the situation has become unbearable.

Sometimes he dreams of her proclamations of revenge, but other times, worse, he dreams of fragments of "happiness."

In those clips, she's not magical, she's just a normal person in the Muggle world.She went to school in the Muggle world, and the neighbor was a very annoying curly boy, but she liked him very much.Her life in the Muggle world was completely different, which reminded him of the parallel world theory that Muggles have become popular in recent years.

In this world, although she is an ordinary person, she has ordinary happiness and has no painful experience. Of course, she has never met him.

Sometimes he wondered if he hadn't locked her up that day out of a sense of protection, wouldn't she have just happened to show up at that moment, just happened to save Sirius, just happened to be shot by Bella, just happened to die.

What an irony of all this, his protection happened to be the cause of her death.After many years, he once again admitted that his power may be a curse, and he would really kill the people he cared about.

Ever since he killed his only friend in the orphanage during his first magical riot, he knew that loneliness would be with him for the rest of his life.

At first he believed it, until he met Emma.

When they first met, he was just an ordinary guy with no magic powers.They had a pretty good time together.He had a vague sense that she might be able to make a difference in his life, and she did.Of course, if it wasn't for the fact that she was dead, he doubted that he would have the courage to admit this fact.In fact, he liked her company very much, the kind of company that had nothing to do with blind worship and fanatical obsession.

There was a Muggle philosopher who said that humans were born to find the missing half, and now he thinks there's a grain of truth in what he said.

He was, after all, just a man.

Voldemort was completely sleepless. He stood up from the bed and saw a crescent moon hanging in the sky outside the window.

It doesn't even have a star to accompany it, he thought, just like him, it stands alone in the dark.

He poured himself a glass of vodka, and the strong smell of alcohol choked his throat.

Sometimes he couldn't help but wonder why the loneliness he had endured for so many years became unbearable after meeting her?If he was given another chance, would he save her?

He suddenly found himself unable to answer the question.

He wanted to save her, he really wanted to, but that prophecy. . .

"She will destroy you"

Dumbledore's words suddenly echoed in his ears.

He picked up the wine glass on the table and took another sip.The plan to infiltrate Hogwarts was quite successful. If Malfoy could really kill Dumbledore, no one in the wizarding world could threaten him anymore.

And the savior Harry Potter. . .

He's just a kid, and he doesn't even know if it's his own thoughts in his brain or thoughts he's implanted in him.Voldemort still couldn't believe that this frail boy with glasses was going to end him.

What about Emma?

He seemed to be stuck in another unsolvable problem.

He sighed that she was dead anyway.She has nothing to do with him anymore, except that he periodically visits her grave to place a bouquet of flowers.In fact, although he could still clearly remember her appearance, she had already started to fade in his memory.He clearly knew that in his endless life, she would soon turn into a speck of dust in his life and disappear in his life.

So what is he still remembering?

He smiled self-deprecatingly, if Dumbledore knew he was having such melancholic moments he would laugh at him for being weak.only. . .

How he wished she could become his weakness.

If she is still alive.

He wanted her to know that she was the only good thing in his life besides magic.

He wanted her to stay with him.

He is willing to give her everything she wants.

But she died.

He could only choose to find a corner in his heart to bury her deeply.

I hope she has a good time in heaven, anyway, he will never meet her in hell.

He will always miss her.

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you need to know

formeyoumeansomuch

what do you mean to me

without you,

life without you

life is just never endiiness

just an eternal void

I'll miss you

I will miss you

our destinies are left forever

our fate is over

we'll meet again one day

maybe one day we will meet again

we'll start again tomorrow

we start all over again

butuntillthen

I know

I know for sure

i will miss you

I'll miss you

until that day comes

It'll love again

when love comes back

nothing would everg

everything is as before

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I can only bring out my inner activities.

about emma's death

he felt a little guilty

good news

Next time he comes out they should meet

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Also, this is not a serious reasoning novel, please ignore the small problems in the reasoning part