[Comprehensive] Please call me Miss Holmes

In the church, the twelve selected people can claim to be God's disciples, which is enough to show that they are unusual, and the key to the church's ability to confront vampires for thousands of years is these twelve "saints."

While they inherited the name of disciples of God, they also inherited part of the power of God. One of the most widely circulated stories about God is that he can resurrect from the dead. Ordinary people may think that this story is purely fictional, but the Church The side will tell you that this is not a myth, because they have evidence that it is the "resurrection technique" that only saints can use.

It's just that the resurrection technique performed by some saints is not a "resurrection" in the true sense, but a short-term recovery of the behavior and consciousness of the dead. After all, they are not gods.

In St. Paul's Cathedral, the crowd has been dispersed, and Scotland Yard has also been informed that they are only responsible for guarding the outside of the church, while MI6 agents are guarding the inside.

Surrounding Edward Norton's body, Jacob and Peter stood on both sides. Around the two of them, there were twelve churchgoers in white robes, holding hands and praying together.

Jacob and Peter put their hands over Edward Norton's body and spoke strange rhymes in old Latin.

As their speaking speed increased, Mycroft noticed that Norton, who was lying motionless on the ground, trembled twice with his fingers, and then opened his eyes, and slowly stood up from the ground.

"Edward Norton, heed my Lord's call, listen to my Lord's will, tell me, who made you commit suicide? Who forced you to a dead end?" Jacob said with his eyes tightly closed,

No one answered him, Edward Norton stood still with his eyes open as if he hadn't heard anything.

"Edward Norton, heed my Lord's call, listen to my Lord's will, tell me, who made you commit suicide? Who forced you to a dead end?" Jacob's voice became louder, his face covered with sweat, Even the breath began to be uneven,

However, Edward Norton, who was surrounded in the middle, still did not speak.

Jacob finally realized that something was wrong.

He stopped praying and walked forward to observe Norton who had stood up. After a long while, he signaled his companion to stop.As the prayers ceased, Edward Norton collapsed again.

"What?" said Mycroft to Jacob, who was coming.

Jacob took a deep breath, and it could be seen that his face was a little nervous, "The resurrection technique failed!" He frowned, "This man, he has no soul."

Mycroft wondered for a moment if Jacob was lying, but soon dismissed his idea, what good would lying do him!

But what the hell is going on?

Mycroft still remembered that Sersi said back then that for those who had regrets during their lifetime, if their willpower was strong enough, then their soul would not dissipate, but would wander in the world.But wizards, on the contrary, because they were too powerful during their lifetime, compared with ordinary people, it is not easy to keep their souls. They must use other methods, such as hiding in Hogwarts.So, the reason why Edward Norton can't perform resurrection is because he is a wizard?

Mycroft told Jacob about his speculation, but Jacob denied it, saying that they had successfully summoned a wizard's soul before.

Mycroft's eyes flashed, summoning a wizard?

The "resurrection technique" was unsuccessful, and he could only try to find other clues about Edward Norton. After parting with the people of the church at St. Paul's Cathedral, Mycroft did not return to the headquarters, but ordered the driver to drive him home.

The Sherlock Holmes house, a place that was always lively, is now in darkness, his parents have gone together around the world, Circe is gone now, and Sherlock, he...

Mycroft sighed, and pushed the door open.

"Good evening! Little master's brother, what do you need?" Patrick appeared at the door with a hot towel in his hand.

"Oh, Padraic, it's a pleasure to meet you!" Mycroft came to his senses, yes, he's not the only one in the family, by the way, and, "Padraic, Circe's little white wolf Woolen cloth?"

"Little wolf is sleeping in the master's room now, little master's brother, can you stop letting someone in the little master's room, Padraic can't do anything about it, poor Padraic, since the little wolf came After that, the little master won't care about the lonely house elf!" Padraic babbled while bringing slippers to Mycroft,

Mycroft didn't mind, he was used to it anyway.

But the other elf was not so lucky.

Underneath the boiler in Kreacher's disgruntled kitchen, it kept muttering, "Poor Kreacher, those traitorous Weasleys and Mudbloods now live in your mistress' old house...but you don't The way, because the master Sirius wouldn't let Kreacher drive them away, and that nasty Harry Potter, he actually threw away what the master Regunos told him," Kreacher muttered, while turning himself Dirty, slender and long hands stretched out, holding a dilapidated black box, "Fortunately, Kreacher found the box, the box of the master Regunus."

The ugly little elf carefully hid the black box in his sleeping place, then he walked slowly to the kitchen door, listened to the laughter coming from outside for a while, cursed a few more words, and then snapped his fingers , it disappears.

It appeared in Malfoy Manor a hundred miles away.

Voldemort dropped a lot of things recently, and even Malfoy would not go to the place where Voldemort lived temporarily if it was not necessary, only the cowardly Pettigrew, he did not have the courage to resist, so he accepted it.

As soon as Kreacher appeared in Malfoy Manor, Narcissa knew about it, so the elf was arranged to serve Voldemort. Malfoy personally took Kreacher to the place where Voldemort lived, and he bowed his head cautiously when Pettigrew appeared at the door Walk in, the current Dark Lord hates everyone who looks up at him.

"Lucius, why are you here? I thought you wouldn't show up anytime soon?" Voldemort sat on a huge sofa with his back to the door,

Lucius lowered his head, "How could it be? My master! I brought you a gift." He pulled out the trembling Kreacher from behind, "This is the elf of the Black family. , now Harry lives at 12 Grimmauld Place, and it knows a lot about Harry."

"Oh!" Voldemort was really interested, "Tell me, by the way, what's your name?"

The elf "Kreacher" was trembling, even his voice was trembling. It knew the Dark Lord, the Dark Lord who forced it to drink the medicine, but it knew that the Dark Lord must not remember it. Who would deliberately remember a poor man? What about house-elf names!

"Kreacher! Tell me, what do you know?"

At this moment, Kreacher suddenly thought of a good idea, "Yes, Harry Potter has a very good relationship with the master Sirius,"

Voldemort cut it off, "How good?"

"Like my own parents and elder brother..."

The author has something to say:

Poor Klitsch, Stupid Nannan almost burst into tears when he saw its story... Its loyalty to Regunus can offset all its previous annoying places.