"Half of it is, right?" Sherlock whispered as he looked at the yard.

Amy looked a little confused. She obviously didn't understand what Sherlock said halfway.

Sherlock did not explain much to her, but walked through the yard with Amy, continued to open the door with the unlocking spell, and entered the room.

The room was cleaned up very neatly, which was obviously not something that the young Sherlock could do. It can only be said that the nanny was very conscientious.

The furniture arrangement and furnishings here are not much different from those in fourteen years.

Sherlock took Amy around the living room, then arrived at the second floor, and he walked straight along the corridor to the location of the magic study.

There is also a door on the wall at the end of the corridor, but this door looks very conspicuous and has door handles on it, which is no different from the several doors in other rooms.

Sherlock held the door handle and opened the door. It was not a study room inside, but was filled with cardboard boxes and waste items. It looked like an ordinary utility room for piles of debris.

This proves that the magic study used by Sherlock later was created by the original owner when he grew up, and it was not originally found in this house and inherited from his mother.

Such a thing was a bit beyond Sherlock's expectations. He always thought that the magic study house originated from the original owner's mother.

After all, no matter whether it is crazy or normal, as long as you are a wizard, you will inevitably leave some traces in your home, and most of these traces are books or materials about magic.

But since the study was built by the original owner himself later, did the original owner's mother, the witch named Sally Forrest, live in this room without leaving anything?

This question arose in Sherlock's mind, and then he began to search around the house.

He always felt that there was something else in this house, and he had not discovered it before. Before, he only found traces left by the original owner of the house. The original owner of the house had discovered nothing except that crazy portrait.

Of course, it is also possible that the original owner's mother did not leave anything, but Sherlock felt that the possibility was very small.

He searched from the second floor to the first floor for a long time, but in the end he still didn't find anything.

Just when he was disappointed, Amy, who had been following behind his butt and wandering with him, asked.

"Is John looking for something?"

Sherlock sighed.

"I was looking for it, but I didn't find it."

Amy looked around the room and finally said confidently.

"There is nothing strange in the room. Amy thinks there might be something John is looking for outside the room."

Sherlock was stunned. He thought of the scene in the Broken Cauldron Bar at noon today. Amy seemed to have a magical ability, and her feelings were always more accurate than normal people.

So he followed Amy's advice, left the house and walked outside, trying to find it in the garden.

But Amy grabbed his arm and pointed his finger at the left wall of the building.

"Here, Amy thinks there is something wrong with it."

Sherlock was pulled by Amy to the wall covered with creeping walls, and carefully observed the wall, but at first he did not find any difference.

However, out of trust in Amy's intuition, Sherlock pulled out his wand and gently knocked on the wall when he could touch every brick.

Finally, when the thirteenth round of the seventh row was knocked down, a noticeable movement rang out from behind them, and a round hole was exposed on the lawn!

Sherlock looked at the scene with surprise, and he rubbed Amy's head.

"Amy is a great contributor today!"

Amy showed a slight slight smugness on her face, but she didn't laugh. She seemed to be seldom smiling. She hadn't seen it once in the two days since Sherlock knew her.

They walked into the hole exposed on the lawn together, with a long stone staircase inside. After walking down the stairs for five minutes, they arrived at an underground study.

When Sherlock and Amy walked in here, the candles around the study lit up by themselves.

The space here is not very large, it is only about a dozen square meters, with bookshelfs all around it, and all kinds of books are filled with them.

In the middle of the study, there is a simple desk with a magic note spread out on it.

Sherlock walked to the desk and saw the contents of the notes being spread out.

"......At this point, I have nothing to continue to study the soul. The soul mark placed on Sherlock is my last help to him. I hope that in the future he will never use this thing and will never discover the existence of this thing.

Dumbledore and the others placed their hopes on me, and I had to leave Sherlock. If things went well this time, then things would come back on track. If an accident happened, I can only hope that Charlotte would not be affected.

To be honest, as a mother, I was dereliction of duty, and as a wife, I was even more complete failure, but all of this is my own choice, and what I do now will definitely have its value.

After writing this, I have almost written what I want to write, so I will leave this note here.

besides.
Chapter completed!