[Comprehensive] Sherlock's Secret

"boring--"

On Baker Street in London, which is thousands of miles away from the corridor that Su Fu walked through in Hogwarts, someone repeated countless complaints in the same tone.

He walked from the window to the kitchen, and from the kitchen to the coffee table, stretched his long legs and sat on the sofa, and lay down again after a while, and then turned over, facing the small sofa on the other side of the coffee table, On the handrail there, squatting a majestic owl.

"Lavoisier, could you be a little quieter?"

The curly owl said he was desperate, calling himself at least a hundred different names in the few days he was alone with the man, but none of them were correct.

Sherlock tugged at the hem of his home clothes, and looked around the room irritably - the chaos was extraordinary, this is the true nature of the detective's living room.

"There's no movement... so peaceful, so boring—why can't the world be more interesting—"

Whether it is people or things, they are boring and calm like a pool of stagnant water, even if a bomb is thrown into it, it will not cause a few ripples.

he thinks.

Interesting person?

Sherlock turned around slowly, his penetrating eyes fell on Juan, and he patted his snow-white wings not to be outdone.

He suddenly stood up and rushed into the bathroom.

An hour later, Sherlock Holmes in a suit and leather shoes appeared at No. 502, Beyoncé Apartment, Four Maple Street, Su Fu's house.

He rang the doorbell.

After 1 minute, no one answered.

He pressed it again.

Still no one came to open the door.

Apparently the man wasn't home.

"I didn't go to work, I wasn't at home, I couldn't get through the phone, I couldn't find any travel records—" he was talking to himself, and the door opposite him suddenly opened.

It was an old lady who opened the door. He squinted his cloudy eyes: "Hey, young man, are you looking for Su?"

Sherlock nodded.

The old man suggested: "I think she hasn't been at home for several days, you might as well give her a call."

Sherlock was expressionless.

If the phone can get through, will he come to find someone in person?

The old lady shook her head: "Few young people are willing to live in such an old house, they prefer skyscrapers—"

"I like it." Sherlock said suddenly.

The old lady wondered: "What did you say?"

"I said," Sherlock showed a handsome and charming smile, "I like living in such an old house, so would you like to rent out your house?"

==

"I heard you're moving to Four Maples Street?" Mycroft leaned the black umbrella by the door and asked Sherlock, who was busy packing up and down in the living room.

"You have to ask again now that you know it all," Sherlock threw a book over and threw it into the box, and looked up, "Hypocrisy."

Mycroft asked again: "Don't you live well here?"

Sherlock snorted slightly, but didn't answer.

"What method did you use to get Su's neighbor to give up the house?"

"Just called her son and said I'd pay twice the rent - normal people are always too concerned about money, these things can drag them to hell."

"It's a pity that the world is full of ordinary people like goldfish," Mycroft said. "You can't change anything unless you change yourself."

"I don't need any changes—" Sherlock said impatiently, "Even Su understands the truth, why would you say that?"

After a moment of silence, Mycroft said: "Your behavior will make me think you are in love with Sue Frank."

Sherlock sneered: "Your imagination is really rich."

He said as he waved away the curls on the edge of the box: "Nobel, go away."

Juanjuan cried out in protest feebly, and flew to the cabinet with flapping wings.

"So," Mycroft walked into the living room cautiously, taking care not to step on the things Sherlock threw on the ground, "what is there about her that attracts you?"

Sherlock straightened up, squinted at Mycroft, and said half aloud, "She's not your subordinate."

"Of course," Mycroft smiled and shrugged, "Miss Frank is not driven by me."

"who is she?"

"Sue Frank—we all know that."

Sherlock stopped packing his things: "You don't want to tell me?"

Mycroft straightened up slightly and faced him: "There's nothing to say."

Sherlock frowned slightly for a moment, and his gray-blue eyes reflected a clear light: "All her identity information is perfect, so perfect that no flaws can be found—"

"Why don't you think that's real?" Mycroft smirked gracefully. "She's just Sue Frank."

"I don't think so."

"That's your idea," Mycroft said. "In terms of benefits, I don't object to you establishing a relatively close relationship with Su. After all, she treats you very well, and there is no harm in it."

"Benefits..." Sherlock said mockingly, "What is the starting point of your so-called 'interests'?"

Mycroft tapped the head of the black umbrella on the ground and smiled: "Of course it's you, my dear brother."

==

There is a word called sunshine, but in this world, there are always places where the sun does not shine-such as London's Knockturn Alley.

It has been gloomy and dim for many years, and the moss-covered cobblestone road winds to the invisible depths. Witches and wizards in ragged clothes and slanting eyes gathered in the corners, whispering, and a strangely screaming crow landed on the dirt-covered place. on the wall.

A person came from the entrance of the alley. She was wrapped in a long cloak. Because of her slender figure, the cloak appeared empty and wide. The long black hair flowed out from the hood like a pool of black water. Long, almost covering her face, only showing a pale and sharp chin, and light-colored lips.

A child wearing a robe that obviously didn't fit ran over to the corner of the wall, lying on the edge of the wall and rolling his eyes, suddenly jumped up to the person, and stretched out a dirty little hand to her.

"Lyle—"

I don't know who screamed in panic.

The person I lowered my head slightly, the hand that had been in the pocket suddenly pulled out, she raised her hand in the air, there was a crisp "crash", and a few gold Galleons rolled down between the slender fingers, and fell into the child's hand. In the dark alley, it looks bright and attractive.

Not far away, a small circle of people stirred up.

She bypassed the child and continued to walk forward, but was stopped by a few grinning men.

"Get out of the way." She said in a cold voice.

One of the men pulled out a black wand from his tattered robe, grinning and baring his dirty yellow teeth: "You can leave, but keep the money!"

"Get out of the way," she repeated.

"I say--"

A few arcs of dark red light flashed across, no one knew when she took out the wand in the cloak, how she swung the wand, or what spell she recited, but after the red light passed, the people who stopped her The men curled up on the ground and moaned endlessly.

In her hand was the wand that the man had just drawn out.

"It's not yours," she said, her voice cold and without any ups and downs.

"Crack-"

She snapped the wand in two.

"Presumably it doesn't want to be owned by a thief."

She turned around and walked straight into the alley, stopped at 13B, walked up the steps slowly, pushed the door open and entered.

The people who were peeping at the mess behind him suddenly dispersed.

……

"Kalactacus Bork," she called out.

"Welcome, you—"

She took off the hood, and Bok's voice paused for a moment like a cassette, before he said with a smile: "Miss Frank, is there anything I can do for you?"

"We're old acquaintances, and I'll be blunt," she said. "I've come to ask you something old—about Tom Riddle, who worked in your shop for a while."

Bork showed a flattering smirk, and said without thinking: "I don't understand what you are talking about."

"Or you have forgotten the name, so let me put it another way - Voldemort, remember?"

Hearing this name, Bok shuddered, his bushy beard trembled, his lips seemed to move twice, but he didn't say anything.

She walked slowly in front of the glass cabinets in the store, her fingers caressing the counters containing withered hands, bloodstained cards, ancient rings with obscure inscriptions, cursed moonstone necklaces and glowing bones, her voice was just like her Like footsteps, loose and oppressive: "You know who I am, are familiar with my methods, and know what I'm doing—Mr. Bock, I thought you were a smart person."

"...Yes—you are right," Bock said hoarsely, "I know who you are—Miss Leichter, but the mysterious man has already been defeated. Thirteen years ago, the Boy Who Lived— "

"Isn't what I just said clear enough?" She caressed her wand with pale and sharp fingertips, and whispered, "In addition to the Unforgivable Curse, I also know countless black magic spells that make people die. ...Would you like to try it?"

"No - you can't, you - it's against the Wizarding Law, it's not..."

As if she heard some joke, she smiled: "Do you think that group of idiots from the Ministry of Magic can catch my evidence?"

Bock was at a loss for words.

He remembered that many years ago, in the Tenth Criminal Court of the Ministry of Magic's Underground Mysteries Division, the trial where more than fifty Wizengamot wizards were present and almost shocked the entire wizarding world.

And even so, it does not prove that she has the slightest guilt.

There's nothing the Ministry of Magic can do about it.

"Okay——" Bock finally compromised, his voice was dry, "I can tell you, but you must keep it secret... I want to do business for a few more years—"

She nodded slightly: "Of course."

The author has something to say: Someone asked Su how the plot would continue after moving away, you guys are so naive, can’t you move it again, it’s funny to do it manually.

Yesterday, there was a young lady who disliked me and cried out loudly, how could you do this!

But having said that, it’s not that I don’t add updates, but that I’m really fucking busy. I type every day after eleven o’clock in the evening, and then get up at six o’clock in the morning to revise the essay. To be honest, I shouldn’t have written the essay according to this year’s plan. , but couldn't bear the prehistoric power in his body and the temptation of Shentu Juanjuan's dog comparison, he still came to Jinjiang to join the army of code words, rolling his eyes.

I am very happy that everyone likes to read the article. Thank you for liking it as much as I do. Although I cannot add updates, I will try my best to ensure regular daily updates. I will not cheat you when you are new to the cliff. Happy reading, everyone.