"...Lupin was a werewolf when Foggy saw it. He was shocked and went to Dumbledore specifically to ask why he hired a werewolf to be a professor. Whether Dumbledore wants it or not, Lupin will never continue to serve as a professor next semester."

After obtaining the exact time from Hagrid and learning about the three hours of his and Snape disappearing, Sherlock couldn't help but sigh.

"If Lupin is not here next year, I will start to get busy again, a pity."

Haeger also sighed. His relationship with Lupin was pretty good, so he naturally didn't want to see him leave Hogwarts in such a mess in the end.

But now his focus is not here, but looking at Sherlock with suspicion.

"I'm going to sort out the cemetery before Miss Shilk comes, what are you doing with you?"

Hearing this question, Sherlock was silent for a moment, and then he continued to walk forward silently with Hagrid for a long time before he spoke softly.

"Go to meet a friend."

His answer made Hager even more confused, but he also saw that Sherlock was in a bad mood. He was tactful and did not continue to ask any more questions, and took him to the depths of the Forbidden Forest.

Soon they came to a clearing.

The trees around the clearing are lush and rustling in the evening breeze.

This is the second time that Sherlock has seen the two graves in the middle of the clearing. The names on the two tombstones now seem so conspicuous.

【Eddie Butler】

【John Watson】

Sherlock stood on the edge of the open space and silently looked at the tomb carved Eddie's tombstone.

Apart from his name, there is no life, nor his birth and death year, only three simple sentences.

[To stop those who bully the weak; to save those who encounter injustice; to maintain the order that should be maintained]

Sherlock didn't say anything, just stared at the tombstone quietly. The picture in his mind was when he said these three sentences to himself seriously at that dinner and in the restaurant.

Hagrid saw Sherlock's strangeness, but he was just a little nervous, not really stupid. He didn't choose to disturb Sherlock when he was here and was about to start cleaning the weeds in front of the grave.

However, just as he was about to take action, Sherlock took action to stop him.

"Don't bother you Hagrid, let me do it."

Hager looked at Sherlock in surprise. He really couldn't figure out Sherlock's actions now.

It was obvious that he hadn't seen each other in less than a day, but for some reason, he felt that the current Sherlock had become a little different from what he had known before.

"Okay, then I..."

"You go back and rest first, I want to stay here alone for a while."

Haeger stood there for a while, and finally nodded hesitantly.

"Be careful here alone."

Sherlock nodded silently, Hagrid glanced at him in confusion and finally left the cemetery.

After Sherlock was left alone here, he walked heavily to the monument engraved with Eddie's name, his voice full of helplessness and sadness.

"Why are you still dead after I leave?"

He sat directly next to Eddie's tombstone, as if Eddie was still alive, just sitting next to him and talking to him, and his friends were still chatting with each other.

"Actually, with your personality, I can imagine such a result. For the Ministry of Magic, which is full of intrigues, I receive a few Garron's salary every day. Why are you working so hard?"

"Okay, I am a plain person. I can't understand your ideals. You have great righteousness. You can give up yourself for the sake of the magic world, but you must have not listened to what I said to you at the end. Why can't you think about Amy?"

"I know she was an accident. You were not ready to be a father at the beginning, but you have already done this father, so why didn't you take responsibility?"

"The other wizards in the magic world are humans, isn't your daughter?"

"You always say you owe her money. What's the use of just saying it? Have you made up for it? I gave it to her for the first time I went out to play. I took her there. What did you do as a father?"

"Oh, forget it, you are all dead, and I will be a little careless when I nag you here."

Sherlock sighed and stood up from the monument. Without magic, he directly treated the weeds in front of the grave with his hands.

After dealing with this, he sorted out his emotions and stood in front of the tomb with [John Watson] engraved, tilting his head to look at the tomb of his own.

To be honest, even if you use a pseudonym, you still feel a strange feeling when you look at your tombstone.

He did not use the magic to sense what was buried underground, because at this time Sherlock had already used the transformation technique to turn a branch into a shovel, intending to dig the tomb himself.

He had guesses before digging, but he had to dig it out to find out whether he guessed correctly or not.

Under the bright moonlight, Sherlock struggled to dig the soil on the grave.

At first, he wanted to have a sense of ritual and planned to dig out his grave by himself, but before he could dig a few shovels, he collapsed on the ground and didn't want to move.

It’s not that he is weak, but that his physical energy consumption is too severe tonight, and he really doesn’t have the strength to dig up another grave.

Sherlock gave up the idea of ​​doing it himself, and then formed a few shovels, sat on the ground, controlling the digging with his control magic.

Of course, there are also faster methods, such as using three or four explosions to directly explode.

But it's always a bit strange to blow up your own grave.

This is a bit more laborious now, but it is not a problem.

Five or six shovels were dug together, and about an hour later, an old wooden box was dug out.

Sherlock took the wooden box out of the grave with his control magic.

There is a lock, but a simple unlocking spell can be opened.

There are not many things in the wooden box.

A small metal badge-shaped box, a shabby windmill, and a yellowed, unmovable ordinary photo.

He picked up the windmill.

Although it is old and dilapidated, it is obviously well protected by its owner before, and it can clearly see its brand new appearance.

The three people in the photo are also very familiar with each other.

A hint of undetectable smile appeared, and a dove flew over his head and "Prince" was throwing the "bomb".

Amy holding a windmill and a botboard candy in her hand, and was supported by a smiley face on the corner of her mouth.

And the only "John" standing behind Amy, with a normal and happy smile on her face.

Sherlock couldn't help but smile when he looked at this old photo that was already 17 years ago.

At this moment, a slight sound of footsteps suddenly came from far behind him.

Sherlock turned around with the photo.

The girl with a hood on her head walked up to him, and she slowly pulled her hood down with her slightly trembling hands.

Her fair face is delicate and delicate, and she can still see her childhood shadow.

The silver-gray hair fluttered in the wind, and the eyes covered under the black ribbon were staring at him!

Sherlock and she looked at each other for a long time, finally stood up with a sigh, walked to her side, gently stretched out her hand, and supported the corners of her mouth to bend upwards.

"How many times have I said it, this world is beautiful, I need to smile more, Amy."
Chapter completed!