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Chapter 196 How many times have I said it, you have to smile more, Amy
"...Lupine is a werewolf was seen by Fudge, he was taken aback, and he went to Dumbledore to ask why he hired a werewolf as a professor. Whether Dumbledore is willing or not, Lupine will not be able to do it next semester Continue to serve as professor."

After obtaining the exact time from Hagrid, and knowing what happened during the three hours when he and Snape disappeared, Sherlock couldn't help but sigh.

"If Lupine isn't here next year, then I'll be busy again, what a pity."

Hagrid also sighed. He and Lupine had a pretty good relationship, so naturally he didn't want to see him leave Hogwarts in such a mess.

But now his focus is not here, but looking at Sherlock and asking suspiciously.

"I want to tidy up the cemetery before Miss Silk comes. What are you doing here?"

Hearing this question, Sherlock was silent for a moment, and after walking silently with Hagrid for a long time, he spoke softly.

"To meet a friend."

His answer made Hagrid even more confused, but he also saw that Sherlock's mood was wrong, so he wisely didn't ask any more questions, and led him to the depths of the Forbidden Forest.

Soon they came to a clearing.

The trees around the clearing are lush and rustling in the evening wind.

This was the second time Sherlock saw the two graves in the middle of the clearing, and the names on the two tombstones seemed so conspicuous now.

【Eddie Butler】

【John Watson】

Sherlock stood on the edge of the clearing, silently looking at the grave where Eddie's tombstone was carved.

Except for his name, there is no biography of him, nor the year of his birth and death, but only three simple sentences.

【To stop those things that bully the weak; to save those who have suffered injustice; to maintain the order that should be maintained】

Sherlock didn't speak, just looked at the tombstone quietly, and the image in his mind was that dinner, in that restaurant, when he seriously said these three sentences to himself.

Hagrid saw Sherlock's strangeness, but he was just a little nervous, not really stupid. He didn't choose to disturb Sherlock at this time, and was about to start cleaning the weeds in front of the grave.

However, just when he was about to make a move, Sherlock stopped him.

"Don't bother you, Hagrid, let me do it."

Hagrid looked at Sherlock in surprise, he was really confused about Sherlock's actions now.

Obviously, it was just less than a day since I saw him. For some reason, he felt that the current Sherlock was a little different from the one he knew before.

"Okay, then I"

"Go back and rest first, I want to stay here alone for a while."

Hagrid stood there for a while, and finally nodded hesitantly.

"Be careful here alone."

Sherlock nodded silently, Hagrid gave him a last look in confusion, and finally left the cemetery.

After Sherlock was left alone here, he walked heavily to the monument with Eddie's name engraved on it, his voice full of helplessness and sadness.

"After I left, why are you still dead?"

He sat directly next to Eddie's tombstone, as if Eddie was still alive, sitting next to him and talking to him, friends still chatting about family matters.

"Actually, with your personality, I can imagine such a result. You are paid a few Galleons a day for the Ministry of Magic, which is full of intrigues. Why are you working so hard?"

"Well, I'm a layman. I can't understand your ideals. You have great righteousness. You can give up yourself for the magic world, but you must still not listen to what I said to you at the time. Why can't you do it for Amy? Think about it?"

"I know she was an accident. You didn't plan to be a father at all in the first place, but you have already become a father. Why don't you take responsibility?"

"Other wizards in the wizarding world are people, isn't your daughter?"

"You always say you owe her, what's the use of just saying it? Have you ever made it up? I gave Amy her first gift, and I took her out for the first time. What are you doing as a father? what?"

"Oh, forget it, you're all dead, it's a little careless for me to nag you here again."

Sherlock sighed and stood up from the monument, without using magic, he directly cleaned up the weeds in front of the grave with his hands.

After dealing with these, he sorted out his emotions, and then stood in front of the tomb engraved with "John Watson", and tilted his head to look at the tomb that belonged to him.

To be honest, even if I use a pseudonym, I still have a strange feeling looking at my own tombstone.

He didn't use control magic to perceive what was buried in the ground, because Sherlock had already used Transfiguration to turn a branch into a shovel, and planned to dig the tomb himself.

He had already guessed before digging, but he had to dig to see if his guess was accurate.

Under the bright moonlight, Sherlock struggled to dig the dirt on the grave.

At first, he still wanted to have a sense of ritual, and planned to dig up his own grave by himself, but before digging a few shovels, he collapsed on the ground and didn't want to move.

It wasn't that he was weak, but that his physical exertion was too serious tonight, and he really didn't have the strength to dig another grave.

Sherlock gave up the idea of ​​doing it himself, and conjured up a few shovels, sat on the ground by himself, and controlled the digging with control magic.

Of course, there are faster methods, such as using three or four explosions to blast directly.

But blowing up your own grave is always a bit strange.

It's a bit more laborious now, but it's not too much trouble.

Five or six shovels dug together, and after about an hour, an old wooden box was dug out.

Sherlock used control magic to take the wooden box out of the grave.

There is a lock, but a simple lockpicking spell will open it.

There are not many things in the wooden box.

A small metal medallion box, a dilapidated windmill, and an ordinary, yellowed, immovable photograph.

He picked up the windmill.

Although it is old and dilapidated, it is obviously well protected by the previous owner, and it can clearly see its brand new appearance.

The three people in the photo are also very familiar.

With an imperceptible smile on his face, a pigeon flew over his head, dropping the "bomb" "Prince".

Holding a windmill and lollipops in her hands, Amy smiled with the corner of her mouth propped up.

And standing behind Amy, the only "John" with a normal, happy smile on his face.

Looking at this old photo that was 17 years ago, Sherlock couldn't help but smile.

At this moment, there was a sound of light footsteps coming from behind him from far to near.

Sherlock turned around holding the photo.

The girl with the hood on her head walked up to him, and she slowly pulled her hood off with slightly trembling hands.

Her fair face was exquisite and delicate, and she could faintly see the shadow of her childhood.

Her silver-gray hair fluttered in the wind, and those eyes hidden under the black ribbon were staring at him closely!
Sherlock and her stared at each other for a long time, finally stood up slowly with a sigh, walked to her side, gently stretched out his hand, propping up the corner of her mouth to bend upward.

"How many times have I said, this world is beautiful, just smile more, Amy."

　Change as early as possible tomorrow, can't stay up late, broken sleep
　　
　
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