Chapter 364 What's so Bad About Me?

Sherlock looked at the news headline in the newspaper with some horror, and his whole body felt inexplicably cold.

Dumbledore, who was standing next to him, obviously saw this line of writing.

It's just that compared to the news in the newspaper, his attention is obviously more focused on Bock.

Then all the surrounding images began to shatter, just like a toilet sucking water. Both Sherlock and Dumbledore were sucked out by a rapid whirlpool, and then reappeared in the principal's office.

The dancing candlelight made the room appear light and dark.

On the wall, the portraits of the past principals seemed to be really asleep at this time, and their light snores were steady and long.

Dumbledore didn't speak first. He sat on the chair and crossed his fingers as if thinking about something. .

Sherlock said in a deep voice.

"The connection of these four memory scenes shows that Bock had already suspected Riddle after seeing the news of Mrs. Smith's death. Judging from the furnishings in the store, the time of Riddle's resignation and The time when Mrs. Smith was killed was very close.”

Sherlock's words also evoked Dumbledore's thoughts, and he said softly.

"Hepzibah Smith, I know this witch. At the beginning of the twentieth century, she was privately rated as the richest witch in the British wizarding world by some small newspapers. She liked to collect all kinds of precious antiques, and the more she became The older and more famous the more she likes it, and she claims to be a descendant of Hufflepuff.”

Hearing the last sentence, Sherlock's eyes suddenly became subtle.

"Did you get the Hufflepuff gold cup that Voldemort made into a Horcrux from her?"

Dumbledore tapped his fingers lightly on the table of his desk.

"Hepzibah's death caused quite a stir at the time. In the end, the Ministry of Magic determined that her house elf accidentally mistook the poison for sugar and put it into the cocoa tea, which led to the tragedy. , However, the house elf named Hao Qi seems to be still alive in the world now..."

Sherlock's eyes lit up instantly.

"It would be easy if the house elf was still alive!"

Dumbledore nodded and said tiredly.

"Now we know that there are four Horcruxes of Voldemort, the diary, Hufflepuff's golden cup, which have all been destroyed, as well as the Ravenclaw diadem that we learned from Ms. Grey, and the ones you learned from the Room of Requirement. Of course, the crown and the Horcrux in the Room of Requirement may be the same one."

"I hope there will be new discoveries from the clue of Hepzibah. It's already very late. Thank you for your hard work today, Sherlock. I will handle the matter about Hao Qi. There is new progress. I will contact you again in the future.”

Sherlock did feel a little tired. It was already past midnight. He said goodbye to Dumbledore and was sent directly back home by Fox.

He chose to land outside his home because he didn't want to disturb Silk's rest.

But when he walked to the door, he discovered that through the living room window, he could still see lights on inside the house.

Sherlock was stunned for a moment, then smiled and sighed helplessly, then gently opened the door to the living room and walked in.

Advertisements were still playing quietly on the TV, and Silk curled up slightly on the sofa, covered with a blanket, as if he had fallen asleep after waiting for a long time.

The food on the table was still a little warm, and she had obviously heated it several times before finding out that someone had never come back.

A gentle smile appeared on Sherlock's lips.

No matter how late it is, there will be someone waiting for you to come back with the light on, and she will try her best to prepare hot meals for you no matter what time.

It is difficult but also very simple to make a man feel like he belongs at home.

Sherlock did not go to eat, but quietly walked into the bedroom, took out a thicker blanket and prepared to cover Hilke's body.

However, when he cautiously approached the girl and smelled the faint and unique fragrance on the tip of his nose, Silk moved his head slightly.

"Sher... Locke."

She obviously hadn't fully woken up yet. After noticing the familiar figure, she was still half asleep and half awake.

Seeing that the girl on the sofa had been alarmed, Sherlock simply threw the blanket aside and whispered in a consultative tone.

"Would you like to go back to the bedroom and sleep? It's not comfortable to sleep on the sofa."

Silk shook his head drowsily and childishly.

"Don't...want...to get up."

Sherlock stared at her fair and tender face, with facial features that were so exquisite and perfect that they seemed not to belong to this world, and an impulse arose in his heart for no reason.

He put one hand under the girl's knees and put the other hand around her back. At this time, Hilke seemed to have made a subconscious action unconsciously, wrapping two slender arms around him. neck.

Sherlock just hugged the girl gently.

Silk is not heavy, and can even be said to be surprisingly light.

But Sherlock felt that his face was redder than ever and his heart was beating faster, as if he was drunk.

However, his steps were very steady, and he slowly walked up the stairs towards Silk's bedroom.

When he was three meters away from the bedroom door, the half-closed wooden door opened silently.

It took two or three minutes to go from the living room upstairs to the bedroom, but Sherlock felt like only two or three seconds.

As if he didn't know what was going on, he had already come to the girl's bedroom with the soft body in his arms.

He could guarantee that he had used the greatest willpower in his life to be willing to put her gently on the bed.

But when Sherlock was about to get up and leave, Silk's arms were still around his neck, with no intention of loosening.

The girl's delicate face, like tofu, was flushed with a faint blush, and the eyes hidden under the black ribbon were unknown whether they were open or closed at this time.

Seeing the tender red lips like petals and the tip of the nose that was as straight as mutton-fat jade, Sherlock's breathing became a little heavy.

The air seemed to stagnate for a few seconds.

Finally, he slowly kissed the girl's flawless forehead and whispered.

"Stop making trouble, go to bed, it's late."

Only at this time did Silk's arm relax, and Sherlock was able to break free and escape from the girl's room.

After returning to his bedroom in a panic, Sherlock closed the door like a thief, leaned against the door, and breathed heavily.

At the same time, he subconsciously made a bitter face, stretched out his palm, and pretended to slap himself in the face.

"Asshole!"

However, before his slap landed on his face, he suddenly reacted, and his tone became particularly righteous.

"Huh? I've already broken up, what's so bad about me?"