The Witch of Baker Street

If there are many people Mo Han doesn't want to meet in this life, the person sitting in the living room right now definitely ranks in the top three.

The man was tall and thin, and wore a strangely inappropriate robe.His long white hair and beard covered most of his face, and the pair of half-moon glasses on what looked like a broken hooked nose covered a small part of his face.The whole face is covered with wrinkles, and it looks really old.But on the contrary, his pair of azure blue eyes were extremely sharp, as if he could see through people at a glance.

Taking a deep breath, Mo Han put the bag in his hand on the table beside him, and walked in front of the visitor.

"I didn't expect you to come here, Professor Dumbledore."

"Oh, Elena, you're back." The old man called Dumbledore seemed to have been thinking about something before, and he didn't notice her existence until Mohan made a sound.

"Yes, Professor." Mo Han's voice was dry, unable to hear her emotions.

"My child, this is your own home, why don't you sit down?" Compared to Mohan's uneasiness, Dumbledore was much more casual, his eyes shifted, and moved to the person behind Mohan. Patton.

"Who is this man?"

"I originally thought that Professor Dumbledore would always know everything." Sitting on the sofa opposite Dumbledore, Mohan raised the corners of his mouth with a half-smile, and the sarcasm in his words could be heard even by others like Barton .

"Son, I'm old. No matter what I've done, I'm just an old man about to step into his coffin."

Dumbledore's face was full of exhaustion, which made Mohan move his shoulders uncomfortably.

"He's my boyfriend, Clint Barton."

"Mr. Button, hello." Dumbledore raised a standard smile, "I am Elena's former headmaster, Albus Dumbledore."

"Mr. Dumbledore."

Barton nodded to Dumbledore, and when he saw Dumbledore's eyes, he felt that the old man on the opposite side had instilled a strong hint in him, hinting that he should leave here.He tried to resist the uncomfortable feeling, which was similar to the feeling of being controlled by Loki back then.He tried hard, but seemed unable to resist in the end.

"I'll go back first, and you must call me if you need anything."

Mo Han sensed Barton's abnormality, and immediately stood up and stood in front of Barton. Barton's mind instantly regained its autonomy as if someone had let go of the restraint.

"He doesn't have to leave. I won't hide it from him, and I trust him."

She sat back in her seat and murmured softly as if she was talking to herself, with a sigh and helplessness, "And sooner or later, I have to say it."

Dumbledore was a little surprised, but he didn't insist.

"Then Mr. Button should sit down too."

Barton followed Mohan and sat with her opposite Dumbledore.After both parties sat down, Mo Han was finally able to get to the point, "Professor Dumbledore, why did you come to me? You told me to leave the magic world and go back, so don't have anything to do with you. I thought I was doing what you said the whole time."

"Eileen, do you remember what he said when he got your wand in Ollivander's shop?" Dumbledore didn't answer Mohan's question directly, he raised his left hand, and he could see There is a long strip in his sleeve.

"It stays with us for the rest of our lives."

"It was you who asked me to leave the wizarding world and start a new life, and I obeyed. But now you tell me that this is a lifetime. How long is a lifetime, can you tell me, Professor Dumbledore? I have already I am no longer the silly girl I used to be. In the past few years, I have seen a lot of things that I couldn’t see before, and I have been to many places. I have learned which one is really my life. The magic world, just Yesterday. If you must say it was a lifetime, yes, it was a lifetime, the lifetime of the old Elena Holmes. Standing in front of you now is a brand new Elena Holmes, who is different from her The beginning of the past."

Mo Han stood up excitedly, his chest heaved violently, and his face became flushed due to the change of emotion.

Barton was taken aback by Mohan's sudden outburst, but Dumbledore didn't even change his expression slightly.He put his hands back on his lap, his eyes drooping, and he seemed to be asleep, but soon his low voice came.

"How long is a lifetime? My child, I really can't tell you. But my lifetime has come to an end."

He suddenly looked up at Mo Han, staring at her with sincere eyes, letting her mood calm down with his eyes.

"I came here today just to let you accept the last request of an old man who is about to die."

"What?" Mohan's tone softened, she looked at Dumbledore in disbelief, "You said you were going to die?"

"Yes, I'm going to die." Dumbledore smiled, "People are going to die, I just live longer than ordinary people."

Mo Han laughed at himself, "We students always think that you will never die."

"It's a pity that we can't always use 'I think' to characterize everything." Dumbledore put his left hand into the sleeve of his right hand, and it was only then that Mohan noticed that there seemed to be something wrong with his right hand.

"what happened to your hand?"

If she read it right, it didn't seem like a normal person's hand should look like.

"Oh, it's nothing." Dumbledore raised his left hand, and his sleeves slid down along with his movement, "A small accident."

Mo Han looked at the scorched black thing that could no longer be called a hand in amazement, and felt a dark force pouring out, she frowned tightly, "This is the trace of black magic."

"I'm very relieved, Elena. Your talent has never been lost, and it will always be so thorough. That's why I want you to keep it."

Dumbledore lifted up the thing he took out from his sleeve, and Mohan looked at the sword inlaid with a huge red gemstone, not understanding what Dumbledore meant.

"Is this the sword of Gryffindor?"

"Yes." Dumbledore nodded affirmatively.

"Why me? I'm a Hufflepuff, not a Gryffindor. Doesn't that mean only real Gryffindors can have it?"

"Although the Gryffindor sword is the symbol of Gryffindor College, it will not distinguish students because of the different colleges from the beginning to the end. No matter who it is, as long as it is willing to help you, it will exert its power. "

Dumbledore stood up and took two steps forward, handing the Gryffindor sword to Mohan.

"I hope you can keep it until someone comes and takes it someday in the future."

Mo Han didn't reach out to pick it up, but just looked into Dumbledore's eyes, looking at him as if he wanted to find the answer from his eyes.

"This is not your main purpose. What is your ultimate purpose? Dumbledore, please tell me directly and plainly. I don't like being lied to like a fool."

Facing Mohan's questioning, Dumbledore sighed.

"I just want to ask you to save someone."

"Save who?"

Dumbledore didn't answer, but looked back at Mohan with his blue eyes.Mo Han understood what he meant in an instant, and she asked with a trembling voice, "Is it him? Is it... him?"

Dumbledore nodded silently, "I hope you can save him. He gave everything he had, but it shouldn't include his life."

Mo Han was stunned for a long while, he pursed his lips and didn't know how to speak.

"Will he die? Why would he die? Why would he die when he was his professor?"

"The Dark Lord has returned. He belongs to us as well as theirs. Once the war breaks out, he will be the one who will suffer the most. So I hope you can save him and use your talent to save him."

Dumbledore handed the sword in his hand to Mohan again, and continued, "When Harry and the others come to you to get this sword back, it will prove that the war has reached the most critical moment, that is, It's time for you to go back."

Mohan looked at Dumbledore, with a mocking smile on the corner of his mouth again, and the words he said were strangely sharp because of her emotions.

"You want him to live, but you can't prevent him from dying? Dumbledore, it seems I'm not mistaken. You are still the same as you were five years ago. For your purpose, you can always sacrifice anyone."

Dumbledore's whole body stiffened for a moment, but he soon relaxed again. At this time, he looked like an ordinary old man.

He sighed, "I have no choice, Elena. Someone always has to make a sacrifice, and someone always has to lose something. There is a price to do everything. I cannot protect everyone , I can only try my best to protect most people."

"Okay, I promise you." Mo Han took a deep breath, and took the sword with his hand.Rubbing the protruding cursive words 'Godric Gryffindor' engraved on the body of the sword, Mo Han quietly said, "It's not because of you, nor because of him. It's for those who you can't Protecting people, I will do everything in my power to protect them."

"Thank you, Elena."

Dumbledore knew that she would be able to do it if she promised, so that maybe his guilt towards that child could be lessened.

"Then I will go back first. I have hidden my whereabouts, and no one can find out where I am today."

Dumbledore turned around and walked to the door of the stairs, and suddenly looked back at Mohan, "Eileen, can't I still call you Momo?"

Mo Han clenched the sword in his hand, looked at its light refracted in the sun, and shook his head lightly, "I'm sorry, Professor Dumbledore."

"Don't be sorry, my child. I didn't do well enough." Dumbledore smiled relievedly. "Then, take care of Elena. Please send my regards to Mr. and Ms. Holmes. Goodbye."

"Goodbye, Professor."

Watching Dumbledore disappear down Baker Street from the window on the second floor, Mohan turned his head and met a pair of questioning eyes.

She knew, she had to explain it.