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Chapter 304 Then, I'll Reluctantly Agree
Sherlock was not very interested in what she said, the near disaster.

Even if he didn't know much about the original book, he knew very well that Voldemort was successfully resurrected at the end of this semester.

So if it is true, he knew about this disaster prophecy much earlier than Silk.

"Why do you still have to divination to the stars at Christmas?" Sherlock also looked at the sky full of stars and complained, "Every time I see this starry sky, don't you just think about the impact of their orbits on the future? Isn't it too boring? Don't you have any more fantasies?"

Silke's gaze, covered by the black ribbon, never moved away from the starry sky. Hearing Sherlock's question, a slight smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

"On the day my father died, I looked at the starry sky in the sky and wondered if you flew to the sky and ran to other stars. Otherwise, no matter how we looked for you, we couldn't find you."

"Later, I was taken to Germany by that woman. At Christmas, I would sit alone on the top of the tower of the Department of Mysteries. I took off the shading on my eyes and wanted to see if there was any starry sky. I've seen the marks you've left, but no matter how many Christmas Eves pass, I don't see anything."

The expression on Sherlock's face gradually became quiet, and Silk's voice was still ringing in his ears.

"You know I couldn't laugh when I was a kid."

"Actually, I could laugh at the beginning, but since I was five years old, I felt that such an expression was useless. Others couldn't see it. I don't have a mother, and my father is basically not at home. I laugh at home alone. How silly."

"When I met you at the Leaky Cauldron later, I really couldn't laugh anymore."

"At that time, I actually felt very happy many times. You taught me to fold a paper airplane, bought me a windmill on the bridge and told me that there were many people who loved us, went to the amusement park with that fake uncle, and held a wave. Taking a group photo with lollipops, I really wanted to laugh, but I just couldn't."

"Sometimes people are so strange. When you feel that you don't need something, one day someone will suddenly appear and make you find that the useless thing is actually very useful, but when you think it is necessary, it exists. The value of the person also disappeared with that person.”

Sherlock seemed to want to say something, but when he opened his mouth, he couldn't say what he was about to say, and he even forgot what he wanted to say.

At this moment, Silke finally moved her eyes away from the distant sea of ​​stars. She turned her head and looked at Sherlock quietly, her voice was ethereal and soft.

"Actually, I was planning to forget you."

"The time we entered the underground secret room in Hogsmeade together, Fiddlesticks showed me something that I have been guessing but never dared to admit. At that time, I already wanted to forget you , and remember the other you."

Sherlock felt that his breathing was not smooth, as if something was pressing on his trachea, making it impossible for him to exhale the carbon dioxide in his body normally, nor to let the oxygen flow normally.

"But in fact, these two people are you, no matter John or Sherlock, there is no difference, no matter whether it is Amy or Vera, it is the same, different time, different identity, but still the same emotion."

The atmosphere was completely silent, Silk hugged his knee lightly, and just put his face on his knee like this, with a flat and beautiful smile on his face.

"There is a saying that you didn't lie, you really can't dance, you danced very badly that day in Hogsmeade's underground chamber."

Sherlock took a long breath. He seemed to be unable to bear it anymore. He suddenly stood up from the bench and stretched out a hand to Silk.

"I can't listen to this anymore! Come on, let's dance! What do you mean I dance very badly! That's what I'm saying to Professor McGonagall, okay?"

Silk didn't move at first, but looked at him with a playful smile that had never appeared before.

"Are you making a formal invitation to a lady?"

Sherlock's cheeks twitched unconsciously.

"Well, I really have you! Beautiful, lovely, kind, and generous Miss Silk, I sincerely invite you to dance with me this night!"

"Then, I will reluctantly agree."

Silk raised his head, with a chuckle on the corner of his mouth, and then gently handed one of his hands to Sherlock's outstretched hand.

Although the music coming from the direction of the auditorium is not loud, it is particularly melodious when it reaches this garden path after a long transmission.

Sherlock's dance steps are indeed very messy, or it can be said that there is no structure, and it is completely based on feeling.

After all, if you ask for a pure oriental soul who has never been in contact with dance, it is really too difficult for such a dance step to be self-taught.

"Cough, sorry."

This is the awkward sound Sherlock made when he stepped on Silk's foot.

"Sorry, my mistake."

"It was an accident."

"There won't be another time."

"It's because it doesn't listen to itself!"

There was no displeasure on Silk's face. She put one hand on Sherlock's shoulder, and the other hand clasped his fingers. That face, which was so delicate that it shouldn't appear in the world, was the same as Sherlock's. His face was only less than a finger away.

"If you want to learn, I can teach you later."

Her voice rang in Sherlock's ear, and the warm breath on his face just below his ear made him feel even more out of breath.

As if angry, Sherlock directly activated his domain of control to cheat, so that even if he didn't have to look at it with his eyes, he could always pay attention to his footsteps.

However, at the moment when his domain just opened, Sherlock's face suddenly froze slightly.

Silk, who was very close to him and whose reaction to him was very clear, asked with some doubts.

"what happened?"

Sherlock's slightly frowned brows loosened again, and he said as if nothing had happened.

"It's nothing, don't worry, I will never make another mistake in the future."

And at the same time as he was speaking, his hand that embraced Silk's slender waist from behind quietly pointed at the direction of the grass behind the bench and stretched out his five fingers, then tightened suddenly.

Among the flowers, an ordinary beetle, no different from other insects, was suddenly inexplicably controlled by something to float in the air.

The beetle struggled desperately, but couldn't break free.

The petal it was staying in did not know when it turned into a small transparent plastic box, and it also flew up into the air, shutting it in, and finally floated into Sherlock's pocket soundlessly.

(End of this chapter)