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Chapter 163 My Love For You Has Never Changed

Sherlock Forrest was born in 1971. According to the current time of 1977, he is already 6 years old.

The original owner's mother died in St. Mungo's hospital bed when he was 5 years old, which means that the current original owner should have lived in the small building in Surrey.

Because that house was left to him by the original owner's mother.

He didn't follow his father since he was a child. It wasn't that the Duke of Cavendish didn't want to take him home, but he put forward a condition that if little Sherlock wanted to live in the Cavendish house, he couldn't use normal anesthesia at home. Ability that melons do not have.

Little Sherlock, who had already demonstrated magical abilities in the year his mother died, naturally did not agree, and it happened that he didn't want to live with his father very much, so he stayed and lived in this hut.

Of course, although the Duke of Cavendish was angry about this, he didn't completely ignore his son. Afterwards, he hired a nanny at home and signed him up for a Muggle primary school.

Among them, there must be some selfishness in order to let little Sherlock make friends in school, and maybe he will not be interested in magic later, and will not go to magic school again.

But it can also be seen that the Duke of Cavendish still misses his son, at least allowing him to have education and life care when he was a child.

Returning to the Leaky Cauldron with Snape, after a night passed, Amy slipped into Sherlock's room through the window sill again in the early morning of the next day, wearing an invisibility cloak.

Sherlock was washing up in the bathroom, while Amy was sitting on a chair, dangling her calves to entertain herself.

"Next time you can go directly to the main entrance, the window sill is too dangerous."

Wiping his face with a towel, Sherlock told the little girl.

Amy blinked, tilting her head to look at Sherlock.

"Can Amy stay with John tonight?"

Sherlock froze, he asked suspiciously.

"Why do you want to live with me?"

"Because Amy feels that she may not be able to live anymore." She said it was a feeling and a possibility, but her tone was inexplicably firm, as if she had confirmed it.

Sherlock rubbed her head.

"If you really can't live anymore, of course you can come here."

He didn't take it seriously, he just thought that Amy was still a child after all, and she would be scared to sleep alone in an empty room at night.

The room No. 11 he lived in happened to have two beds, and Amy could sleep in it when she came over.

They didn't continue to play wizard chess today, Sherlock was reading the newspaper, and Amy was playing origami with the newspaper he had read.

Sherlock bought a lot of previous issues of the Daily Prophet from the thrift store in Diagon Alley yesterday. In addition to trying to learn some information about the original owner's mother, Sally Forrest, I also want to read about Some movements of the Death Eaters.

Cutting-edge magic research must have always been in the hands of the Ministry of Magic. The only way Sherlock can think of to reverse time can only be found in the Department of Mysteries of the Ministry of Magic.

And the people in that department are not so easy to contact. The safe way is to get in touch with someone in the Ministry of Magic first, and then continue to look for opportunities to contact people in the Department of Mysteries.

Now the most convenient and quick way to start is through the Death Eaters. These villains are committing crimes everywhere at this time, killing Muggle wizards and fighting Aurors.

Sherlock saw this as an opportunity to sneak into the Ministry of Magic quickly.

He didn't plan to start with the people of the Ministry of Magic, but directly entered the Ministry of Magic and became a staff member inside.

The British wizarding world was at an extraordinary stage at this time, and the Death Eaters led by Voldemort were extremely rampant, and the number of Aurors killed by the Ministry of Magic each year far exceeded other times.

Therefore, the requirements for Auror employment have also been relaxed, but even so, the Auror Command is still short of people, after all, wizards are not fools.

Except for some hot-blooded Hogwarts fresh graduates and far-sighted Muggle wizards, there are basically few adult wizards who are willing to work hard for the Ministry of Magic. Wizards have always lacked a sense of identity with the magic government.

However, Sherlock's current identity also has some problems. He can't provide any certificates for wizard level examinations, and he can't even prove that he has attended Hogwarts.

So even if the Auror Command relaxes the restrictions on finding people, with Sherlock's current status, he will definitely not be able to get in through normal procedures.

So he can only consider some abnormal means, such as "accidentally" helping the Auror a little in a certain battle between the Death Eaters and the Auror, to see if he can sneak into the Auror queue through special channels .

After entering the Ministry of Magic, it will be easy to contact the Department of Mysteries.

To prepare for this "accident", Sherlock is studying the recent movements of the Death Eaters, trying to find out some of the laws, to see what the general direction of this group of people's attacks is, and where they will appear next .

But he can't see too many problems with just a few newspapers.

Just when Sherlock saw that it was getting late, and explained to Amy, and was about to open the door to get lunch, Tom took a middle-aged wizard and went upstairs at this time.

"Oh, Mr. Watson, the meals for you and your uncle have been prepared. According to what you said, the amount of each meal for you will be slightly larger. You don't need to go over in person. I will serve it to you later. "

Tom greeted Sherlock with a smile on his face.

Sherlock nodded, watching Tom bring the middle-aged wizard to the door of Room 10.

"This is your room, Mr. Williams. I'm going to serve other guests first. If you need anything else, you can come downstairs and find me."

Tom sent the middle-aged wizard into Room 10, then turned around and left downstairs.

Looking at the closed door of Room 10, Sherlock frowned and retreated to his room.

He sat next to Amy, and Amy seemed to have noticed that he was serious, put down the paper airplane that was being folded in her hand, and looked at him with blinking eyes.

"You told me in the morning that you might not be able to live in that room? Room 10?"

Amy nodded.

"It's just a feeling?" Sherlock looked at her suspiciously. If this is really just a guess, it would be too accurate.

Amy's mouth was slightly flattened, and a little pride appeared on her face.

"Dad has always said that Amy's sense is very accurate."

Sherlock felt that this was a bit unbelievable, but Amy didn't look like she was lying or deceiving others. After thinking for a while, he simply stopped thinking about it and patted Amy on the head.

"Room 10 just had guests, you can sleep with me tonight, this bed is reserved for you."

Amy blinked and thanked.

"Thank you John."

"You're welcome, do you want to eat anything for lunch?"

"Amy can eat whatever John eats."

The little girl turned her attention back to origami, because Sherlock taught her how to make a paper airplane, and now she is trying to improve the paper airplane into a type that can always fly in the air.

After lunch, Sherlock went to Room 12 next to him, told Snape that he was going out for a while, and then he went back to the room, put on his coat and got ready, planning to go to Sherlock's house at this time.

Amy looked at Sherlock and asked in a low voice.

"Can Amy go out with John?"

Sherlock originally planned to let Amy stay in the hotel by herself, but seeing her looking forward to it, she didn't refuse in the end.

Going out this time is just to see what is going on at Sherlock's house now, and will not do other things, so there is no danger in bringing Amy.

he reminded.

"If Amy wants to go out with me, wear a big hat so people won't recognize you."

Amy nodded obediently, and consciously put the invisibility cloak on her body first. Of course, she couldn't let others find out when she walked out of the Leaky Cauldron.

The fact that two Death Eaters came to the Leaky Cauldron to find someone yesterday has already spread in the wizarding world.

Not just the Leaky Cauldron, there were other Death Eaters looking for a little girl surnamed Butler.

But there is only one surname, no portrait or any description of appearance, and no one can recognize Amy as the girl from the appearance alone.

However, if Amy appeared in the Leaky Cauldron at this time, it would definitely arouse some suspicions. She could only use an invisibility cloak to cover herself when she went out. When she came to the Muggle society, she would not have to worry about that.

Amy grabbed Sherlock's arm in a state of invisibility, so that he could always know that he was by his side.

After walking out of the Leaky Cauldron and coming to a remote alley in London, Amy handed over the invisibility cloak she was wearing to Sherlock and asked him to put it away.

The little girl didn't seem to go out very much, and she was very curious about everything around her, but the gray robe she was wearing was still very eye-catching, and it didn't look like the attire that children of this era should have at all.

Sherlock obviously noticed this problem too. He helped Amy put on the wide sun hat that he conjured up, and then took her to a children's clothing store, where he bought her a suit that fit Clothes of the present age.

Wearing a dress and a big sun hat, Amy looks like she came out of a fairy tale, and once again thanked Sherlock seriously.

"Thank you John for the gift. Amy will return the gift when I see Dad."

"You're welcome, I'm also looking forward to Amy's return gift."

As a well-known city of fog, although London's environment has been cured in the 70s, the sky is still gray and it looks depressing.

Because of the different timelines, Sherlock has no way to use Apparition to come to Sherlock's house at this time, but can only travel by other means.

Taking Amy, they went to King's Cross Station and got on the train to Little Whinging, Surrey.

The knight bus was not summoned. In addition to the reason for bringing Amy, Sherlock himself was not used to riding. The magic car was too bumpy, and it was not something normal people could adapt to.

What's more, Surrey is just next door to London, even if it takes a train, it will take only a few hours to get there.

Sherlock and Amy got off the train together, and bought a lollipop for her and himself on the side of the road, and then called a taxi outside the station to No. 13 Magnolia Road.

The building here is not much different from when Sherlock first saw it 14 years later.

The walls of the two-story building were covered with creepers, and the plants in the garden were seldom taken care of, and there were piles of weeds, which gave people a desolate and dilapidated feeling from the outside.

Little Sherlock should still be in school at this time, and there are still a few days before the holiday, and the nanny his father hired for him is not in the room, and the entire small courtyard is silent.

Sherlock drew out his wand, tapped lightly on the locked, rusty iron door in the yard, opened it with an unlocking spell, and walked in with Amy.

Holding a lollipop in her hand, Amy looked up at Sherlock charmingly.

"Is this John's house?"

"Half of it counts." Sherlock said softly, looking at the yard.

Amy looked a little puzzled, she obviously didn't understand half of what Sherlock said.

Sherlock didn't explain much to her, but walked across the yard with Amy, continued to open the door with an unlocking spell, and entered the house.

The room was tidy and tidy, which was obviously not something a young Sherlock could do. It can only be said that the nanny was very conscientious.

The furniture placement and furnishings here are not much different from 14 years later.

Sherlock took Amy around the living room, and then came to the second floor. He walked straight along the corridor to the location of the magic study.

There was also a door on the wall at the end of the hallway, but this door was conspicuous and had a handle on it, not unlike the doors in the other rooms.

Sherlock held the doorknob and opened the door. The inside was not a study room, but was full of cardboard boxes and waste items. It looked like an ordinary utility room for storing sundries.

This proves that the magic study room that Sherlock used later was built by the original owner himself when he grew up, and it did not exist in this house and was inherited from his mother.

This kind of thing was a bit beyond Sherlock's expectation. He always thought that the magic study room came from the original owner's mother.

After all, no matter whether you are crazy or normal, as long as you are a wizard, you will definitely leave some traces in your home, and most of these traces are books or materials about magic.

But since the study room was built by the original owner himself later, did the original owner's mother, the witch named Sally Forrest, live in this room without leaving anything behind?

This question arose in Sherlock's mind, and then he began to search around the house.

He always felt that there was something else in this house that he hadn't found. Before that, he only found traces left by the original owner. The original owner of this house found nothing but the crazy portrait.

Of course, it is also possible that the original owner's mother did not leave anything behind, but Sherlock thinks this is very unlikely.

He searched for a long time from the second floor to the first floor, but in the end he still didn't find anything.

Just when he was disappointed, Amy, who had been following his ass and wandering around with him, asked.

"Is John looking for something?"

Sherlock sighed.

"I was looking for it, but I couldn't find it."

Amy looked around the room, and finally said firmly.

"There is nothing strange in the house, and Amy thinks there may be something John is looking for outside the house."

Sherlock was taken aback for a moment. He thought of the scene at the Leaky Cauldron at noon today. Amy seemed to have a magical ability, and her senses were always more accurate than normal people.

So he followed Amy's advice, left the house and went outside, trying to find it in the garden.

But Amy took his arm and pointed her finger at the left wall of the building.

"Here, Amy thinks there is a problem here."

Sherlock was pulled by Amy to the wall full of creepers, carefully observed the wall, and didn't find any difference at first.

But out of trust in Amy's intuition, Sherlock drew out his wand, and tapped lightly on every brick he could touch against the wall.

Finally, when they hit No. 13, the seventh row from the bottom, there was an obvious movement from behind them, and a circular hole was exposed on the lawn!

Sherlock watched this scene with surprise, and he rubbed Amy's head.

"Amy is a big hero today!"

Amy showed a little bit of pride on her face, but she didn't smile. She seemed to seldom smile, and Sherlock hadn't seen it once in the two days since Sherlock knew her.

The two of them walked into the hole exposed on the lawn together, and there was a long stone step inside. They walked down the steps for 5 minutes, and they came to an underground study.

When Sherlock and Amy walked in here, the candles around the study lit themselves up.

The space here is not very large, only about a dozen square meters, surrounded by bookshelves filled with all kinds of books.

In the middle of the study room, there is a simple desk with a magic note spread out on it.

Sherlock walked to the desk and saw the contents of the notes spread out.

".So far, I have absolutely nothing left to study on the research of the soul. The imprint of the soul entrusted to Sherlock is my last bit of help to him. I hope he will never use this thing in the future. , and will never discover the existence of this thing.

Dumbledore and the others pinned their hopes on me, and I must leave Sherlock.If things go well this time, then everything will be back on track. If there is an accident, we can only hope that Charlotte will not be affected.

To be honest, as a mother, I am dereliction of duty, and as a wife, I am a complete failure, but all these are my own choices, and what I do now must have its value.

I have written almost everything I want to write here, so I will leave this note here.

and also.

If one day you can find this place, Sherlock, no matter what happens to me later, my love for you will never change. "

(End of this chapter)