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Chapter 365 What's wrong with me?
Sherlock looked at the headline in the newspaper with some horror, and his whole body was inexplicably cold.

And Dumbledore, who was standing beside him, obviously saw this line of writing.

It's just that compared to the news in the newspaper, his attention is obviously more on Bork.

Then all the surrounding images began to shatter, like a toilet sucking water, both Sherlock and Dumbledore were sucked out by a sudden vortex, and then reappeared in the principal's office.

The flickering candles made the room appear dark and light.

On the wall, the portraits of the past principals seem to be really asleep at this time, and the light snoring is steady and long.

Dumbledore didn't speak first, he sat on the chair, crossed his hands, as if thinking about something.

Sherlock said in a deep voice.

"The connection of these four memory pictures shows that Bork actually suspected Riddle after seeing the news of Mrs. Smith's death. Judging from the display in the store, the time when Riddle resigned and The time when Mrs. Smith was killed was very close."

Sherlock's words also evoked a thought in Dumbledore, he said softly.

"Hepzibah Smith, I know this witch. At the beginning of the twentieth century, she was privately rated by some small newspapers as the richest witch in the British magic world. She likes to collect all kinds of valuable antiques. Yes, the more famous ones, the more she likes them, and she claims to be a descendant of Hufflepuff."

Hearing the last sentence, Sherlock's gaze suddenly became subtle.

"The Hufflepuff gold cup that Voldemort made into a Horcrux was taken from her?"

Dumbledore tapped lightly on the desk surface with his fingers.

"Hepzibah's death caused quite a stir at the time. In the end, the Ministry of Magic judged that it was her house elf who accidentally put poison into cocoa tea as sugar, which led to this tragedy. , but that house-elf named Hotch seems to be alive now."

Sherlock's eyes lit up instantly.

"It would be easy if the house-elf was still alive!"

Dumbledore nodded, and he said tiredly.

"Now we know four of Voldemort's Horcruxes, the diary, Hufflepuff's cup, all of which have been destroyed, and Ravenclaw's diadem from Lady Gray, and the one you got from the Room of Requirement. Of course, the diadem and the Horcrux in the Room of Requirement could be the same one."

"I hope there will be new discoveries from the clue of Hepziba. It's already very late. Thanks for your hard work today, Sherlock. I will deal with the matter about Hao Qi. New progress has been made. I will contact you later."

Sherlock did feel a little tired, and it was already past midnight. He said goodbye to Dumbledore, and Fox sent him back home directly with the help of Fox.

He chose to land outside the house, in order not to disturb Silk's rest.

But when he walked to the door, he realized that through the window of the living room, he could still see the lights on inside the house.

Sherlock was startled, then sighed helplessly with a smile, then gently opened the door of the living room and walked in.

There was still an advertisement playing softly on the TV, and Silk was leaning on the sofa slightly curled up like this, with a blanket covering his body, as if he had fallen asleep after waiting for a long time.

The food on the table was still a little bit warm, and it was obvious that she had reheated it several times before she found out that someone hadn't come back.

A gentle smile formed on the corner of Sherlock's mouth.

No matter how late, there will be someone waiting for you with the lights on, and she will try to prepare hot meals for you no matter what time of day it is.

It is difficult but also very simple for a man to have a sense of belonging at home.

Sherlock didn't go to eat, but quietly walked into the bedroom, and took out a thicker blanket from it to cover Silk's body.

However, when he approached the girl cautiously, and smelled the faint unique fragrance at the tip of his nose, Silk moved his head slightly.

"Sherlock."

She obviously hasn't woken up completely yet, after realizing that familiar figure, she is still in a state of half asleep and half awake.

Seeing that the girl on the sofa had been alarmed, Sherlock simply threw the blanket aside, and whispered in a discussing tone.

"Go back to the bedroom and sleep, okay? It's uncomfortable to sleep on the sofa."

Silk shook his head in a daze and childishly.

"I don't want to get up."

Sherlock stared at her fair and tender face, with facial features so exquisite and perfect as if they didn't belong to this world, an impulse rose in his heart for no reason.

He reached under the girl's knee with one hand, and wrapped his arms around her back with the other. At this time, Silk also made a subconscious movement, two slender arms wrapped around him. neck.

Sherlock gently hugged the girl like this.

Silk is not heavy, it can even be said to be surprisingly light.

But Sherlock felt his face was redder than ever at this moment, and his heart beat faster, as if he was drunk.

However, his steps were very steady, and he slowly walked up the stairs and walked towards Silk's bedroom.

When there were still three meters away from the bedroom door, the half-hidden wooden door opened silently by itself.

From the living room upstairs to the bedroom, two or three minutes passed, but it made Sherlock feel as if only two or three seconds had passed.

As if he didn't know what was going on, he had already come to the girl's bedroom with the soft body in his arms.

He can guarantee that he used the greatest willpower in his life to be willing to put her gently on the bed.

But when Sherlock was about to stand up and leave, Silk's arms were still around his neck, and he didn't intend to let go at all.

The girl's delicate tofu-like face had a slight blush, and the eyes hidden under the black ribbon did not know whether they were open or closed at this time.

Seeing the fresh red lips that looked like petals, and the upturned nose that looked like suet, Sherlock's breathing became a little rough.

The air seemed to stagnate for a few seconds.

In the end, he kissed the girl's flawless forehead slowly, and said softly.

"Stop making trouble, go to bed honestly, it's already late."

It wasn't until this time that Silk's arm relaxed, and Sherlock was able to break free, and escaped from the girl's room.

Returning to his bedroom in embarrassment, Sherlock closed the door like a thief, leaning against the door, breathing heavily.

At the same time, he subconsciously grimaced, stretched out his hand, and made a gesture to slap him in the face.

"asshole!"

However, before his slap fell on his face, he suddenly reacted, and his tone became extraordinarily righteous.

"Huh? I've already broken up with you, what can I do as an asshole?"

(End of this chapter)