Sherlock was not very interested in what she said, the not-far-distance disaster.
Even if he didn’t understand the original work very much, he knew that Voldemort was successfully resurrected at the end of this semester.
So if he was really serious, he would have known this disaster prediction much earlier than Shilk.
“Why do you still have to divine the stars on Christmas?” Sherlock also looked at the stars in the sky and complained, “Whenever I see this starry sky, isn’t it too boring to just think about the impact of their trajectory on the future? Are there no more fantasies?”
Shilk’s eyes, which were blindfolded by the black ribbon, never moved away from the starry sky. When she heard Sherlock’s question, a smile gently curled up the corner of her mouth.
“On the day when my father died, I looked at the starry sky in the sky, fantasizing whether you had flew to the sky and ran to other stars, otherwise why no matter how we went to find you, I couldn’t find it.”
“Later, I was taken to Germany by that woman. During Christmas, I would sit alone at the top of the tower of the Department of Mysterious Affairs. Remove the cover from my eyes and want to see if there were any traces left by you in this starry sky, but no matter how many Christmas Eves passed, I didn’t see anything.”
The expression on Sherlock’s face slowly became quiet, and Shilk’s voice was still ringing in his ears.
“You know I didn’t laugh when I was a kid.”
“Actually, I could laugh at the beginning, but since I was five years old, I felt that such expressions were useless. Others couldn’t see it. I didn’t have a mother and my father was basically not at home. How stupid would it be to laugh alone at home.”
“Later, when I met you at the Broken Cauldron Bar, I really didn’t laugh.”
“At that time, I actually felt very happy many times. You taught me to stack paper planes, bought me a windmill and told me that there were many people who loved us on the bridge, and went to the amusement park with that fake uncle, and took photos with the candy on the board. I actually wanted to laugh, but I just couldn’t do it.”
“Sometimes people are so strange. When you feel you don’t want something, one day, someone will suddenly appear, making you realize that something that is originally useless is actually very useful, but when you think it is necessary, its value of existence also disappears with that person.”
Sherlock seemed to want to say something, but he opened his mouth. He could not say what he originally wanted to say at this time, and he even forgot what he originally wanted to say.
At this time, Shilk finally turned his gaze away from the distant sea of stars. She turned her head and looked at Sherlock quietly, her voice ethereal and soft.
“Actually, I was going to forget you.”
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Sherlock felt that his breathing was a little unsmooth, as if something was pressing his trachea, making it impossible for him to exhale the carbon dioxide in his body normally, and he could not let the oxygen circulate normally.
“But in fact, these two people are you, no matter John or Sherlock, there is no difference. Amy or Vera are the same. Different times, different identities, but the same emotions.”
The atmosphere was completely silent. Shilk gently hugged his knees, and then put his face on his knees. The smile on his face was plain and beautiful.
“There is a saying that you are not lying, you really can’t dance. You danced badly in Hogsmeade’s underground secret room that day.”
Sherlock took a long breath, and he seemed to finally couldn’t help it. He suddenly stood up from the bench and stretched out a hand to Shilk.
“I can’t listen to this! Come on, dance one! What do you mean by me? I’m not dancing! That’s what I’m saying to Professor McGonagall and others! OK!”
Hilk didn’t move at the first time, but he had a playful smile on his face that had never appeared before, and he tilted his head to look at him.
“Are you sending a formal invitation to a lady?”
Sherlock’s cheeks were thrusting unconsciously.