Sherlock Forrest, born in 1971, is 6 years old in 1977.

The original owner's mother died in St Mungo's hospital bed when he was 5 years old, which means that the original owner should have lived in the small building in Surrey.

Because that house was left to him by the original owner's mother.

He didn't follow his father since he was a child. It wasn't that the Duke of Cavendish didn't want to take him home, but he put forward a condition that if little Sherlock wanted to live in the Cavendish house, he could not use normal anesthesia at home. The ability that the melon does not have.

Little Sherlock, who had already shown his magical abilities the year his mother died, naturally didn't agree. It just so happened that he didn't want to live with his father, so he stayed in this hut.

Of course, although the Duke of Cavendish was angry about this, he didn't completely ignore the son, and then hired him a nanny at home and enrolled him in a Muggle primary school.

There must be some selfish intentions to make little Sherlock make friends at school, and maybe he will not be interested in magic later, and will not go to the magic school again.

But it can also be seen that the Duke of Cavendish still misses his son, at least giving him education and life care when he was a child.

Returning to the Leaky Cauldron with Snape, Amy slipped into Sherlock's room from the window sill again early the next morning in an invisibility cloak.

Sherlock washed up in the bathroom, while Amy sat in a chair, dangling her calves for fun.

"Next time, you can go directly to the front door, the window sill is too dangerous."

Wiping his face with a towel, Sherlock warned the little girl.

Amy blinked and tilted her head to look at Sherlock.

"Can Amy stay with John tonight?"

Sherlock was stunned, he asked suspiciously.

"Why do you want to live with me?"

"Because Amy feels that she may not be able to live anymore." She said it was a feeling and a possibility, but her tone was inexplicably certain, as if it had been confirmed.

Sherlock rubbed her head.

"If you really can't live anymore, of course you can come here."

He didn't take it seriously, just thought that Amy was still a child after all, and would be scared to sleep alone in an empty room at night.

The room 11 he lived in happened to have two beds, and Amy could sleep there too.

They didn't continue playing wizard chess today, Sherlock was reading the newspaper, and Amy was playing origami with the newspaper he had read.

Yesterday, Sherlock in Diagon Alley bought a lot of previous issues of the Daily Prophet from the thrift shop. In addition to trying to learn some information about the original owner's mother Sally Forrest, I also want to read about Some movements of the Death Eaters.

Cutting-edge magical research must have always been in the hands of the Ministry of Magic, and the only way Sherlock could think of turning back time could only be in the Ministry of Magic's Department of Mysteries.

And the people in that department are not so easy to contact, the safe way is to connect with someone in the Ministry of Magic first, and then continue to find opportunities to contact people from the Department of Mysteries.

The easiest and quickest way to get started now is through the Death Eaters, who are now committing crimes, killing Muggle wizards and fighting Aurors.

Sherlock saw this as an opportunity to sneak into the Ministry of Magic quickly.

He wasn't going to start out with people from the Ministry of Magic, but went straight to the Ministry and became a staff member there.

The British wizarding world was at an extraordinary stage at this time. The Death Eaters led by Voldemort were extremely rampant, and the number of Aurors killed in the Ministry of Magic every year was far more than at other times.

Therefore, the requirements for Auror employment have also been relaxed, but even so, the Auror headquarters is still short of people, after all, wizards are not fools.

Except for some hot-blooded Hogwarts graduates and long-sighted Muggle wizards, few adult wizards are willing to work hard for the Ministry of Magic, and wizards have always lacked a sense of identity with the magical government.

However, there are some problems with Sherlock's current identity. He can't provide any certificate of wizard rank examination, and he can't even prove that his Hogwarts attended school.

So even if the Auror Command relaxes the restrictions on finding people, with Sherlock's current status, they will never be able to get in through normal procedures.

So he can only consider some abnormal means, such as in a certain battle between the Death Eaters and the Aurors, "accidentally" helping the Aurors a little thing, to see if he can sneak into the Auror's queue through special channels .

After entering the Ministry of Magic, it will be easy to contact the Department of Mysteries.

To prepare for this "accident", Sherlock was studying the recent movements of the Death Eaters, trying to find out some of the patterns, to see what the general direction of this group of people's attacks was, and where would they appear next? .

But with just a few newspapers, he couldn't see too many problems.

Just as Sherlock saw that it was getting late, and explained to Amy that he was about to push the door and go out to get lunch, Tom walked upstairs with a middle-aged wizard just at this time.

"Oh, Mr. Watson, the meals for you and your uncle are all ready. According to what you said, you will have a little more each meal. You don't need to go there in person. I will serve it to you later. "

Tom greeted Sherlock with a smile on his face.

Sherlock nodded and watched Tom bring the middle-aged wizard to the door of Room 10.

"This is your room, Mr. Williams. I'm going to serve the other guests first. If you need anything else, you can come downstairs and find me."

Tom sent the middle-aged wizard into Room 10, then turned around and went downstairs to leave.

Sherlock looked at the closed door of Room 10, frowned and returned to his room.

He sat next to Amy, and Amy seemed to have noticed that he was serious, put down the paper airplane that was folded in his hand, and blinked and looked at him.

"You told me in the morning that you might not be able to live in that room? Room 10?"

Amy nodded.

"Just a feeling?" Sherlock looked at her suspiciously. If this was really just a guess, it would be too accurate.

The corners of Amy's mouth were slightly flat, and a little pride appeared on her face.

"Dad always said that Amy's feeling is accurate."

Sherlock thought this was a bit bizarre, but Amy didn't look like she was lying. After thinking for a while, he simply stopped thinking about it and patted Amy's little head.

"The guest in room 10 has just arrived. You can sleep with me tonight, and this bed will be reserved for you."

Amy blinked and thanked.

"Thank you John."

"You're welcome, what would you like to eat at noon?"

"Amy can eat whatever John eats."

The little girl turned her attention back to origami, because Sherlock taught her how to fold a paper airplane, and she is now trying to improve the paper airplane into a type that can always fly in the air.

After lunch, Sherlock went to Room 12 next to him, and explained to Snape that he was going out. Then he went back to the room and put on his coat to get ready and planned to go to Sherlock's house at this time.

Amy looked at Sherlock and asked in a low voice.

"Can Amy go out with John?"

Sherlock originally planned to let Amy stay at the hotel by himself, but seeing her looking forward to it, he did not refuse in the end.

This time I went out to see what the current Sherlock family was like, and I wouldn't do anything else, so it wouldn't be dangerous to take Amy with me.

he reminded.

"If Amy wants to go out with me, wear a big hat so people don't recognize you."

Amy nodded obediently, and consciously put the invisibility cloak on her body first. Of course she couldn't let others find out when she walked out of the Leaky Cauldron Bar.

The fact that two Death Eaters came to the Leaky Cauldron to find someone yesterday had already spread in the wizarding world.

Not just in the Leaky Cauldron, but other Death Eaters elsewhere looking for a little girl named Butler.

But there was only one surname, no portrait or any physical description, and no one could recognize that Amy was the girl just from her appearance.

However, if Amy appeared in the Leaky Cauldron at this time, it would definitely arouse some suspicion. All going out can only be covered with an invisibility cloak.

Amy grabbed Sherlock's arm while invisible, so he could always know he was there.

After walking out of the Leaky Cauldron Bar and into a remote alley in London, Amy handed over the invisibility cloak she was wearing to Sherlock and asked him to help him put it away.

The little girl didn't seem to go out very much, and was very curious about everything around her, but the gray robe she was wearing was still very eye-catching, and it didn't look like the attire that children of this era should have.

Sherlock apparently also noticed this problem. He helped put on the wide sun hat on Amy's head, which he had made out of him, and then took her to a children's clothing store, where he bought her a set of matching clothes. Clothes of the present era.

Wearing a dress and a big sun hat, she looked as cute as Amy who came out of a fairy tale, and thanked Sherlock earnestly again.

"Thank you John for the gift, and when I see my father, Amy will also have a gift in return."

"You're welcome, I'm also looking forward to Amy's return gift."

As a well-known foggy city, although the environment of London has begun to be managed in the 1970s, the sky is still gray and it looks depressing.

Because of the different timelines, Sherlock had no way to use Apparition to come to Sherlock's house at this time, only through other travel methods.

Taking Amy, they headed to King's Cross station and boarded a train to Little Whinging, Surrey.

The knight bus was not summoned. In addition to the reason for taking Amy with him, Sherlock himself was not used to it. The magic car was too bumpy, and it was not suitable for normal people at all.

Plus, Surrey is right next door to London, so it takes less than a few hours to get there by train.

Sherlock and Amy got off the train together, bought a lollipop each for her and himself by the roadside, and then called a taxi outside the station to 13 Magnolia Road.

The architecture here is not much different from when Sherlock first saw it fourteen years later.

The walls of the second-story building are covered with creepers. The plants in the garden are seldom taken care of, and there are piles of weeds. From the appearance alone, it gives a desolate and dilapidated feeling.

At this time, little Sherlock should still be in school, and there are still a few days before the holiday time. The nanny his father invited for him is not in the room, and the whole courtyard is silent.

Sherlock took out his wand, knocked lightly on the locked, rusted iron door in the yard, used the unlocking charm to open it, and walked in with Amy.

Amy held a lollipop in her hand, and looked up at Sherlock pretty.

"Is this John's house?"

"Half of it counts," Sherlock said softly, looking at the yard.

Amy's expression looked a little puzzled, and she obviously didn't understand what Sherlock meant by half.

Sherlock didn't explain much to her, but walked through the yard with Amy, continued to use the unlocking spell to open the door, and entered the house.

The room was tidy and tidy, which was obviously not something a young Sherlock could do. It could only be said that the nanny was very conscientious.

The furniture placement and furnishings here are not too different from fourteen years later.

Sherlock took Amy for a walk in the living room, and then came to the second floor. He went straight to the location of the magic study along the corridor.

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

Sherlock held the doorknob and opened the door. It wasn't a study room, but was full of cardboard boxes and waste items. It looked like an ordinary utility room for storing sundries.

This proves that the magic study that Sherlock used later was built by the original owner after he grew up, not originally in the house, but inherited from his mother.

This kind of thing was a bit out of Sherlock's expectations. He always thought that the magic study room came from the original owner's mother.

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

But since the study room was built by the original owner himself, did the original owner's mother, the witch named Sally Forrest, live in this room with nothing left?

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

He always felt that there was something else in this house that he hadn't found. Before, he only found the traces left by the original owner. The original owner of this house found nothing but the crazy portrait.

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

He searched for a long time from the second floor to the first floor, but in the end he found nothing.

Just when he was disappointed, Amy, who had been following his **** and wandering around, 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 with certainty.

"There's nothing strange in the house, and Amy thinks there might be something John is looking for outside the house."

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

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

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

"Here, Amy thinks there's a problem here."

Sherlock was dragged by Amy to the wall covered with crawler, and he carefully observed the wall, but did not notice any difference at first.

But out of trust in Amy's intuition, Sherlock pulled out his wand and tapped lightly on every brick he could touch against the wall.

Finally, when they hit the thirteenth block in the seventh row from the bottom, a clear movement sounded from behind them, and a circular hole was exposed on the lawn!

Sherlock looked at this scene with a look of surprise, and he rubbed Amy's head.

"Amy is a big hero today!"

Amy's face showed a little smugness, but she didn't laugh. She seemed to laugh very rarely, and she hadn't seen her once in the two days that Sherlock had known her.

The two of them walked together into the opening in the lawn. There was a long stone staircase in it. After walking down the stairs for five minutes, they came to an underground study.

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

The space here is not very large, it is only about a dozen square meters, and there are bookshelves all around, which are full of various books.

In the middle of the study, there is also a simple desk with a magic notebook spread out on the table.

Sherlock walked to the desk ~lightnovelpub.net~ and saw the contents of the note spread out.

"...At this point, I have absolutely nothing left to study about the soul. The imprint of the soul on Sherlock is my last bit of help to him, and I hope he never will in the future. Will use this thing, and will never find this thing exists.

Dumbledore and the others all pin their hopes on me, and I have to leave Sherlock. If things go well this time, then everything will return to the right track. If there is an accident, I can only hope that Charlotte will not be affected.

To be honest, I am a failure as a mother, and a complete failure as a wife, but all of this is my own choice, and what I am doing now must have its value.

I've written almost everything I want to write here, so I'll leave this note here.

and.

If one day, you can find it here, Sherlock, no matter what happens to me after that, my love for you will never change. "