Chapter 326 Hug

Hearing Silke's words, Sherlock stopped pushing the door open.

He looked intently at the girl whose breathing was obviously faster than normal, and he could feel that she must have seen something bad.

Sherlock sighed softly, pulled Silk into his office, and closed the door.

"Tell me, what did you see?"

"Something will happen to you." Silk looked uneasy. "If you do what you want to do, you will be in danger!"

Sherlock sat on the chair and directed another chair to jump behind Hilke and let her sit down.

He just looked at Silk quietly, thinking, as if he was organizing his words.

"I know your predictions have always been accurate, Vera. But regarding this thing, I always feel that the prediction itself is actually affecting the future process."

Silk, of course, knew Sherlock very well, and knew very well that he meant to organize his words in order to persuade her in turn.

She was about to speak out again, but was interrupted by Sherlock.

"I know very well that you are concerned about my safety. Although I know nothing about the gift of prophecy and am a pure layman, when I used to work in the Department of Mysteries of the British Ministry of Magic, I checked many information about prophecies in the Prophecy Hall. material."

"Since ancient times, diviners have had two interpretations of the future. One is fatalism, which means that no matter what happens in the future, even if some prophecies that can be manipulated and changed are publicized, the final prediction results will still remain unchanged. "

"The other is the theory of cause and effect. It is precisely because someone divined this prophecy and spoke it out that the person in the prophecy did so in order to change the future, which led to the final prophecy happening."

"Let's leave aside which of these two arguments is more reasonable. Whether it is fatalism or causality, when you divine this prophecy, there will be three changes in the future."

"According to fatalism, no matter what I do, I will encounter such danger. According to causality, it is precisely because you told me this prophecy that I did not do that thing, but a strange combination of circumstances led me to do it. If I did that thing, danger would eventually arise. And if, according to the other side of the theory of cause and effect, I ignored the warning in the prophecy and insisted on doing it, then maybe I would be safe."

Sherlock said coaxingly.

"So, judging from the overview of these three changes, I will follow my own pace at the beginning. You can just assume that you did not predict that I will be in danger. Only then will my safety be maximized."

Silk didn't interrupt him while he was speaking. Even after he finished speaking, he just stared at him silently.

Just when he saw Sherlock sweating on his forehead and reflecting on whether what he had just said was suspected of deceiving a fool, Silke spoke.

"Before I came to you, you already knew that the risks were very high, so why did you do it?"

Sherlock scratched his head and showed a sneer that he would only show in front of Silk.

"Because no one is more suitable than me for this matter. Besides, even your prophecy only said that there is danger, right? It doesn't necessarily happen..."

Just before Sherlock uttered the last word, Silk suddenly leaned forward and reached out to hug him!

Sherlock was speechless immediately. He showed complete shock at first, not knowing where to put his hands and feet just like before.

But soon, he came back to his senses and looked down at Silk's soft gray-silver long hair. His originally stiff face couldn't help but reveal a gentle smile.

He touched her hair with one hand and put his other hand around her slender waist, feeling the girl's warm and soft body.

"I told you not to talk nonsense."

Silk's voice, whose whole face was covered in Sherlock's arms, was a little dull, but the coldness and calmness of the past could not be heard. Even if you listened carefully, you could still find the slightly trembling voice.

Sherlock touched her head and said softly.

"I am expressing my confidence. How can I call it nonsense?"

"You have to go?"

"Someone has to do it, and I'm the right one."

Hilke just buried herself quietly in Sherlock's arms and said nothing. It was not until a long time later that she spoke again.

"I should have known before I came here. You have your own insistence. If you really listened to me, then Sherlock would no longer be called Sherlock."

"You are different from before."

Sherlock blinked, still in the mood to joke at this moment.

"Has he become more handsome?"

His joke didn't make Silk laugh, but the arms hugging his body were harder and his head was buried deeper in his arms.

…

British Ministry of Magic, Office of the Minister.

Compared with the past few days, Fudge's current condition can be said to be completely terrible.

His complexion was very poor, and there was a thick circle of black around his eyes. It was obvious that he had not had a good rest for several nights in a row.

Because of Dumbledore's speech, he received shouting letters from people here every day, and every one of them was angrily criticizing why he chose to lie and cover up the truth.

Fudge certainly did not open these magical letters, but threw them directly to the new secretary to deal with, while he was waiting for news from another side in the office.

The minister did not feel that it was time to admit defeat.

He still believed that the so-called return of Voldemort was an absurd lie, and it was all a play performed by Dumbledore, Crouch, and the unknown young professor to pull him down from the throne of power.

As long as the words they said were false, there must be loopholes, and Fudge is now looking for this loophole.

He has been waiting for three days, and the pressure of public opinion from the outside world is getting greater and greater.

Even if the ministry can still be called stable, there are voices in society that either he should step down or he should come up with a way to prevent Voldemort from returning.

This made Fudge extremely irritated, and naturally he attributed the emergence of such voices to Dumbledore, thinking that he was controlling everything behind the scenes.

And today, when he was still anxiously waiting in the minister's office, there was a knock on the door.

Fudge suddenly became energetic.

"Come in."

A middle-aged witch walked in through the door. She was thin and wore a fitted dark green robe. She looked very capable.