[Comprehensive] Sherlock's Secret

"Of course," said Dumbledore, "there are many legends about it. Some people say that the stone tablet is actually the jade record, and some say it is a relic of the Mayan civilization, but who knows what the real situation is...Why, Frings Is it related to that magical stone slab?"

Sherlock nodded.

Dumbledore said thoughtfully: "I also did some research on the Frings family before, but I didn't find that they were related to the slate..."

"There are people helping Freya," Sherlock explained, "who are closely related to the tablet and... draw power from it."

Dumbledore nodded as if remembering something, and then said: "So, what is the connection between the slate and Frings?"

"Daus Frings once spent a week at the Dresden church and slate."

"He got his power from the Tablet too?" Dumbledore seemed to be talking to himself. "No - Mr. Dawes Frings is a brilliant alchemist, he..."

"It's not so much power as inspiration," Sherlock said, leaning forward slightly, with his elbows resting on his knees, and his fingertips intertwined and resting on his chin. "Freya's friend got a The power of "eternity" means immortality, and the alchemist Mr. Frings was also inspired by the slate. He intends to use magic and alchemy to achieve the goal of immortality, which will be the greatest creation of the entire century .

He must have referenced a lot of black magic, but fortunately he is a pure-hearted person. He wanted to use alchemy to transform those black magic, but all failed. mentioned. "

"Although he didn't mention it to anyone, Voldemort knew about it," Dumbledore continued. "I heard Sue talk about their travel experiences when they were young, so I always wondered. In five years, this trip should have ended in the fifth year, but in the end he stayed in Germany for a whole year. Research."

"I'm afraid these stories have become secrets." He stroked his long beard and said with a smile, "It's really hard work for your friend, Miss Freya, she must have put in a lot of hard work for this matter, if there is Given the opportunity, I would like to thank her in person."

Sherlock tapped his fingertips in a chaotic rhythm: "Freya was able to find out these things because of the help of relevant people, but Voldemort back then—"

"Never underestimate Voldemort's ability," Dumbledore interrupted him gently, "What do you think of Sue?"

Sherlock paused for a moment, then said, "Very good."

"Yeah, it's good..." Dumbledore was lost in memory, and he said in a slightly vague voice, "Su is a very talented witch, especially in terms of spells and magic circles, she has always been Professor Flitwick. Favorite student, so far - aha, speaking of her school days, she was a Slytherin, you may not believe it after knowing the house traits, but she was very different when she was a student.

She was very smart, she didn't talk much at that time, but she was very purposeful in doing things, and she was very assertive at a young age. She was also the most calm and rational among the little wizards of the same age I had seen. This quality is very valuable.And talented and intelligent wizards generally have a proud character, and she was no exception when she was young, and besides..."

Dumbledore blinked and said, "She was not as good-tempered back then as she is now, and she even got into fights with her classmates."

Sherlock smiled: "I heard her say it."

"That's really good." Dumbledore seemed a little tired, but he cheered up. "She usually doesn't mention her school days to others. You're probably the first one in so many years."

Sherlock was noncommittal.

"Let's pick up the topic just now," Dumbledore said, "Sue is sensible enough, but she was still deceived by Voldemort, even persecuted..." He stopped talking, probably because he didn't want to continue, and the words suddenly Changed, "Now that we know Voldemort's purpose in staying in White Castle, or getting close to Frings, then I think we can be sure that what he has been pursuing for so many years may have been delusional since he was a boy." A goal-"

"Eternal immortality, eternal existence..."

"The Horcrux."

This word seems to have magic attached to it. After Dumbledore uttered it, both of them were silent for a moment. The fire in the fireplace reflected on Dumbledore's old cheeks. Behind the half-moon lenses, there was still a pair of sharp eyes. Bright blue eyes.

Dumbledore broke the silence: "In line with our previous guess, Mr. Holmes—may I call you by your Christian name?"

Sherlock nodded slightly, and Dumbledore continued: "Sherlock, I think you have already understood about the magic weapon of the Horcrux, this kind of evil magic. Voldemort chose to split his soul by killing. To achieve the purpose of immortality, Horcruxes can be very ordinary things, such as this diary—”

Dumbledore took out an old diary from his robe pocket and handed it to the person opposite: "I guess this is a Horcrux, which has been destroyed by Harry, but Voldemort is still alive, so that means He not only split one Horcrux, the number of Horcruxes is very important, this is the key to our defeating him..."

"Horace Slughorn," Sherlock shrugged, "I just thought of it too. Sue said that Professor Slughorn valued Voldemort when he was a student, and often asked them to attend small parties. If he never Since he was a teenager, he had dreamed of immortality, and he had already found the Horcrux. At that time, the only thing he could ask about this...'knowledge' was the teacher—besides, Su said that Professor Slughorn was not very Concerned about talking to students about the dark arts."

"Perfect inference," Dumbledore praised, "very reasonable. Splitting the soul is an extremely risky move. Voldemort is bold. He dared to split his soul for eternal life, but he was not sure about the consequences of splitting his soul. He would ask Those who know...such as Horace, his dean!"

Sherlock pulled a far-fetched smile: "I hope so."

"Looks like I'm going to visit my old buddy..."

Dumbledore said and got up to leave, but when he walked to the door, he stopped suddenly, because behind him, Sherlock also stood up following his movements.

"Dumbledore..." he yelled, his voice was low and slightly vague, which didn't match his usual speaking habits, as if it was forced out of his throat, "one more thing."

Dumbledore turned around, and the look of joy on his face just now disappeared.

"The Ancient One tried it," Sherlock said awkwardly, "Her soul...is incomplete."

Dumbledore pursed his lips and said nothing.

"Few people now know about Voldemort's Horcrux. The memory he took from Sue must be related to the Horcrux..."

"She didn't die after being hit by the Killing Curse, and she didn't die after being hit by a bullet in the heart. How similar is it to Voldemort?"

"She also split her own soul, and she also has one or several Horcruxes in this world!"

The flame in the fireplace made a sudden "poof", and a cloud of soot and sparks burst out, floating in the cold air.

==

"Why do you need to go out to Apparate? Your destination can only be Hogsmeade, and you have to walk back to school." Severus laughed.

"How did you know I was going back to school?"

"Not going back? Then why did you have to threaten Fudge to keep your position as a Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher?"

Su Fu laughed: "Of course I want to go back to school. It's a troubled time now. I should be able to help if I go back."

"Dumbledore will be delighted."

"He doesn't really want me back." Su Fu complained.

"None of us can influence what you think," Severus said.

He walked to the fireplace next to him, grabbed a handful of floo powder from the stone steps and threw it in. The flames shot up a bit and turned a conspicuous emerald green.

He walked in and said, "Severus Snape's office."

The flames rolled and engulfed him in an instant.

Su Fu put away his wand and imitated his behavior.

……

Slytherin cellar.

The empty office was dark and cold. For a moment, a green flame burst out from the fireplace, and then two people walked out of the flame, one in front and one behind.

"Your office is still so desolate." Su Fu shook his head and complained, took out his wand and lit the fireplace, and lit all the wall lamps, but the room was still deserted and cold, and the candlelight reflected the glass test tubes and On the jar, it looked blurry and dull.

"I'm going to the Pig's Head Bar." Su Fu said before going out.

Severus frowned, "Where's your office?"

"Sherlock is there, I'm going to find him."

Severus was slightly surprised: "Bringing a Muggle to the wizarding world, you really..."

"What's the matter?" Su Fu retorted, turned his head and left.

Not long after she left, Severus came out of the cellar and was about to go to the principal's office when he saw a tall, thin figure walking slowly in the yard from the window of the corridor on the third floor.

He simply went down.

Dumbledore's face could not be seen clearly in the dark, but he didn't wear glasses for some reason, so the blue eyes were especially obvious in the night.

"What happened to you?" Severus couldn't help asking.

"Everything is bad," replied the headmaster.

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