[Comprehensive] Sherlock's Secret

She said that she put the basin under the faucet to catch the water and was about to wash the potatoes. She stretched her hands into the water, and suddenly turned her head to look at Sherlock, and then drew out her wand.

She poked the edge of the pot, and the potatoes suddenly jumped up, one by one neatly standing on the edge of the sink, and queuing up to jump under the faucet.

The corners of Sherlock's eyes twitched: "They—??"

Su Fu knocked on the chopping board, and the potatoes jumped over. She waved her wand again, and a paring knife flew over Sherlock's hair—he hurriedly lowered his head to hide, and the knife flew over and peeled off the potatoes three or two times. Peeling, Su Fu lifted the pot over to catch the peeled potatoes, and she smiled and said, "That's it."

She opened the refrigerator and took the lettuce and threw it over, waving her wand to let it peel into pieces by itself: "As you can see—"

Sherlock pointed to her wand and asked, "What's this stick?"

"Wand." Su Fu said.

He fell silent for a moment, and then said aloud: "...Are you really a heretic?"

Su Fu: "..."

She put down the bowl in her hand, turned around and asked, "Haven't you heard of wizards?"

Sherlock frowned: "A lunatic with a crystal ball and a tarot card?"

Su Fu: "..."

She pointed to herself: "do you think I look like a lunatic?"

"I'm more like that," he mumbled, turning and leaving the kitchen.

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"Two very secret cave entrances were found at the foot of the sunny slope of Karlox Mountain, one is three kilometers away from the town of Ira, and the other is near the Hebein Railway Station..." Su Fu was reading the words on Sherlock's mobile phone. He waved his wand and directed the dishes into the sink to wash, "If only two exits are found, the first one should be the hole we came out of, and the second one is the one where Luna Walter escaped. One, and the remaining passage may be a dead end - Mycroft said the police have issued a warrant for Walter and Cliff..."

"It won't be of any use—" Sherlock replied weakly, "They just tracked Cliff's location for three months before, and now—Watt, don't touch my newspaper!"

"Obviously it's Jumbo!"

"Chirp chirp chirp chirp!"

The man and the owl resisted at the same time. Sherlock took his newspaper aside and ignored him, "Su, there is an envelope in the bird's paw."

"That's my letter, just take it down."

Curly blinked his bright black eyes, first stretched out the noble paw that bound the envelope, and motioned for Sherlock to untie it.

"Using owls to send letters, you can really figure it out," Sherlock muttered, "And why use such an ancient communication method as writing letters, can't phone calls..."

"Because the magic magnetic field around the school is too strong, there is no signal at all when the phone is taken in."

"So that's why you never reply to my texts?"

"Actually, I don't have the habit of using a mobile phone for a long time..."

Su Fu came out of the kitchen and threw his mobile phone over: "Your brother also said that you should continue to investigate the whereabouts of the money. He is willing to provide you with some information about McDougal."

Sherlock smiled contemptuously, took his mobile phone and threw it aside, and handed over Su Fu's envelope.

Curly flapped its wings and landed on the nearby spider plant shelf, its sharp beak rubbed against the green leaves of the spider plant, and the wire shelf shook twice.

"Is the house elf at Hogwarts taking care of you too well?" Su Fu went over and poked the feathers on its belly——Curl immediately screamed in protest and avoided, "I think you seem fat A lot..."

"This silly bird has put on at least three pounds since the last time I saw it—where is Hogwarts, and what kind of house-elf is it?"

"I've gained so much weight... well, you can't eat dinner from tomorrow until you lose weight."

Juanjuan let out a desperate wail, and then got into the bathroom, obviously going out to feel sad.

Su Fu continued: "Hogwarts is my alma mater - the only magic academy in the UK, and the best wizarding school in the world, Professor Dumbledore is the principal."

"There is only one school?" Sherlock seemed a little surprised, "Not having the slightest competitiveness is very detrimental to the development of education, and it may lead to education corruption and degradation of teaching standards—"

Su Fu: "..."

"Since you graduated from a so-called - School of Magic, your degree at the University of Sheffield is fake?"

Su Fu: "..."

You will tear down my desk!

After all, the labor and management are all graduates from prestigious schools—although it’s all happened in the previous life, but they are not illiterate anyway!

She forcibly changed the topic: "House elves are just like their name, they are elves, the races enslaved by wizards after the elves were defeated in ancient wizard wars, and they have been doing servant work for generations... Oppression and inequality are in any era and world It all exists."

"It's a pity that your sense of justice is of no use to anyone at this time."

Su Fu said: "I have tried to change..."

Sherlock asked, "The result?"

From his tone, it could be heard that he did not have great expectations for Su Fu's so-called attempt.

"I gave up halfway," Su Fu replied, "because the path I took later deviated greatly from my career plan—we would have an interview with a professor in fifth grade, usually called employment counseling. I remember that at that time My answer to Professor Dumbledore was that I wanted to be a Wizengamot in uniform - the Wizengamot is the highest court in the wizarding world, and the members of the Wizengamot are equivalent to the judges of the wizarding world... "

She seemed to recall something, and sighed: "Professor Dumbledore joked at the time that he hoped that he could witness the growth of the youngest Wizengamot wizard in history..."

Sherlock was silent, just looked at her quietly.

"But later," Su Fu continued, smiling helplessly and coldly, "The last time I came into contact with the Wizengamot was to undergo a trial."

Sherlock didn't ask her what crime she committed, and said indifferently: "The situation where the judge is being judged..."

Before he finished speaking, Su Fu said, "I'm not a judge. Do you know the court structure in mainland China? Basic-level-intermediate-high-level-Supreme court. I'm just a junior judge in a district court. Most of the cases I have been involved in are imprisonment for less than three years, although they were finally transferred to the Intermediate Court, but—"

But within a year, she died in an accident.

Whether it was an accident or not is still a mystery. At that time, she was handling a very difficult case. The defendant had a lot of power behind him. The prosecutor put a lot of pressure on him by prosecuting him, and she was a member of the collegial panel.

After the sentence of life imprisonment at the end of the first instance, the defendant appealed against the verdict. She did not see the result of the appeal, because she died in a car accident on the third day after the verdict of the first instance was issued.

At that time she was less than 27 years old.

When she wakes up again, she is already an Englishman, and she has traveled through a long time, and she can no longer see the trace of her past existence.

It's not a good memory.

Including what I mentioned to Sherlock just now, about the extremely thrilling trial.

"Well," Sherlock probably heard the sarcasm in her tone, and said, "Let's change the subject, and you can continue talking about your career plans."

"My career plan is not a good topic," Su Fu shrugged, "but I can find some interesting things..."

As she spoke, she waved to Sherlock and motioned him to go to the study.

The last time Sherlock came here, he had accidentally caught a glimpse of Su Fu's letter under the old desk lamp and thus learned the name Dumbledore.

Su Fu tapped the drawer with his magic wand, it popped out automatically, and there were a bunch of colorful boxes neatly placed inside.

She took a purple one and threw it to Sherlock, and said with a smile, "You can take it apart and have a look."

Sherlock turned the exquisite cardboard box in his hand, and then opened the box under Su Fu's strangely expectant eyes... A small black thing jumped up and down from Xia Luobo nimbly. Locke crawled over on Locke's arm, and Su Fu squinted and smiled, waiting for the little frog to run away by itself. As a result, Sherlock turned his wrist, slender fingers went around, and pinched precisely one of the chocolate frog's slender legs—it was in his Dangling in the hand.

"A frog made of chocolate? Can it still move?" Sherlock shook the hyperactive chocolate frog a few times, and it hung limply.

"That's right," Su Fu poked the half-dead chocolate frog with his fingers, and said, "It's enchanted chocolate, a very weak point, and it's probably exhausted now—ah, you can eat it .”

"I'm not Mycroft." He muttered, and stuffed the chocolate frog into Su Fu's hand.

Su Fu picked up the box he opened, pulled out a card from inside, and said with a smile, "You are as unlucky as I am, and it's Dumbledore again. I suspect he has a hundred cards of his own... ..."

Sherlock turned his head to look at the smiling white-bearded professor on the card. From time to time, he raised his hand to support his glasses, or stroked his beard.

"This one is equipped with an LCD panel—well, magic again." He took the card and looked it over carefully, as if to confirm whether there was an electronic chip installed on the back. "Missing?"

"It's impossible for him to stay on the card all the time," Su Fu explained, "There are countless portraits of Dumbledore in the entire British wizarding world—shall I find you some books to read?"