The National Library is still easy to find in Moscow, Shylock found a middle-aged man who looked more decadent on the streets of Moscow, gave him a bottle of high-strength spirits, and then gave him a long ham, and happily took Sherlock and his sister to the National Library.

"This is it, this young master and young lady." The other party spoke in Russian, and Asin Sha didn't understand what it meant, but she saw the huge building in front of her with a red hammer and sickle logo on it, and a huge book pattern underneath.

Sherlock naturally understood what the other party meant through his own listening spell, so he nodded kindly and began to take his sister into the national library of the Soviet Union.

It was deserted, and the guards and managers only glanced up at Sherlock and Asinsa when they came in, and continued to sigh and look at the newspaper in their hands, on which Yeltsin was still preaching his set of theories, the red glory was coming to an end, and now a few young people could run to the streets of Moscow and shout a few words about the great Soviet Union.

In this period, the country is like a flower that is about to wither and wither, as long as the sixteen petals fall, then they have to lie on the muddy and cold ground, and the combination of the sixteen of them is the color of a beautiful flower, but when separated, it is nothing, and no one even cares what kind of petal it is.

In addition to Asinsha and Sherlock in the library, there is also a library manager who looks very old, different from the one at the door, this elderly manager is working carefully, even if it is a stranger to the country, he is also working diligently, Sherlock appreciates the other party's character, but also pulls his sister Asinsha towards the other party.

"I want to find the entrance to Bellavev." Sherlock asked directly.

The old man was slightly stunned, and took a closer look at Sherlock and the Acinsha next to him, as if he wanted to see something in his eyes.

Sherlock drew his wand, and the old man was even more startled, and before the old man could make any moves, Sherlock used a magic spell to turn the old man back to his original form, it was a house-elf in a brown robe, unlike the old man he played, this house-elf looked young, and the other party was still wearing clothes, indicating that it was a free house-elf.

"I'm Sherlock Mephisto, and this is my sister!"

"Ahh The house-elf first screamed in surprise, then got up from the ground at a loss, then turned in circles from side to side, and finally came directly to Sherlock, looked at Sherlock's face seriously, and then looked at Asinsha, and the house-elf trembled and said, "Much...... How perfect...... Perfectly owned...... A small fraction...... Part of the ...... of the Bellavev bloodline Child! ”

This elf seems to be born with a stammer, not because of fear or nervousness, but because the other party himself has this kind of stuttering problem in it.

"Honorable...... Great ...... The Prince of Spells...... Miss Ellie's son,...... And Miss's ...... daughter! ”

"Humble ...... Grin...... Obey your commands. ”

"Your name is Gry, your name is Gry." Asinsha said amusedly, "It's a strange name, but it's also funny."

Asinsha is kind by nature, which makes her not discriminate against the enslaved and vulnerable group of houseelves, on the contrary, Asinsha has always felt that houseelves are a very pitiful group of creatures in the wizarding world, and they have to serve wizards or families in the wizarding world for free for life, and wizards can also wantonly bully them, but if house-elves hurt the wizard's master, it is a big crime.

Even the young house-elf in front of him, although he is free, his enslaved nature has been imprinted into his bones, and he can't even say his name completely, and he always calls himself humble when he speaks.

"I want to go to the Bellavev family, and if you know who my sister and I are, then please take the trouble to lead the way." Sherlock said it again.

"No...... No...... That's what it is for Grin...... Grinning work...... For the great ...... The great Prince of Charms leads the way, leading the way for the noble who has the blood of Bellaviv in his veins...... Actually, Etude ...... It shouldn't be Mrs. Mephisto, who was the family I took her to the day before yesterday...... But for her, it's all a breeze. ”

Gin turned around and led Asin and Sherlock towards the deep area of the library, and they passed through several areas, such as humanities, technology, art, medicine, biology, and so on, until they came to the book area where history books were kept.

"This is ......"

Sherlock looked at the rows of towering bookshelves, the books that can be included in the library in this world are very important book knowledge, whenever Sherlock enters the library, he can always experience a kind of human wisdom precipitation and inheritance for thousands of years.

"Great ...... Bellavev, a long history,...... They have a unique way of living......"

"Famous writer of the eighteenth century...... Sumarokov, as they call him, the beginning of a new Russian literature...... His readers admit to seeing new worlds in his writings...... The grand description is a new world...... The detailed description is a room full of treasure troves. ”

Gin led Sherlock and Asin Sha straight to a certain bookshelf, and with a wave of his hand, an old hardcover book flew down from the top of the shelf, with the name written on it in Russian, and Sherlock understood the meaning of it with a lettering listening spell, "Bellavev family history." ”

"Was the book famous in the Soviet Union?"

"Basically...... Not famous...... This was written by the people of Bellavev in order to record the history of the family...... There are only 11 books in the world, and one of them is here! ”

"Although this book is not famous...... But because of this unique way of survival, the Bellaviv family has survived in good health for hundreds of years...... Books are the best shortcut to open up the stairs and passages...... Bellavev achieved this. ”

After opening the book and chanting a long spell, the book began to shine brightly, and even reached the back of the book, which was quickly flipped through without touching it, until it reached a page with a large chapter title: "Bellavev Castle!" ”

As soon as the beam of light carried Sherlock and Asin into the book, Gin put the restored book away, put it back on the top of the shelf, and transformed into an old man, continuing to do tedious and repetitive work.