Chapter 131 The Fear Deep in My Heart

Silk's hand touched the wooden door.

It seemed like something happened, but it also seemed like nothing happened.

She just stood in front of the wooden door without moving.

Sherlock spread the two magic wands in his hand, quietly floating around Silk, illuminating the area around her.

She kept this action for a long time, as if ten minutes had passed, and her body began to tremble slightly.

She put down her hand.

"I didn't find it..."

Her voice was low and full of sadness.

Sherlock clenched his fists, and he stared at Silk's reaction carefully. As long as there was something wrong, he would take her away from here with the Apparition.

"I didn't find it, I didn't find it, I didn't find it..."

She said sadly.

Silk squatted on the ground, holding her head with her hands, as if she was avoiding something, and as if she was questioning herself.

"I didn't find him!"

Her voice suddenly became sharp.

"I tried many ways! Tea dregs! Crystal ball! Astrology! Arithmetic! But he is not in the lines of the world and the spider web of fate! I can't find him!"

She grabbed her hat and pulled it off her head, revealing the black ribbon covering her eyes and the silver-gray hair.

Silk's delicate face was extremely pale. She was huddled in a corner in fear, her body trembling constantly, like an abandoned, homeless girl.

"I didn't find him, Dad, I'm useless! I didn't fulfill my promise to you! I'm useless! I have no ability! I should die there with you!"

Sherlock realized at this time that she was not very old, at most a few years older than himself.

Tears slid from her eyes covered by the ribbon and dripped down her bloodless cheeks to the ground.

Silk knelt on the ground, supporting the ground with both hands. The back of her hands was so pale that it was almost transparent, and the purple blood vessels inside could be clearly seen.

"He's gone. You said he's still there, Dad, but I can't find him. I'm not trying hard enough, I haven't done enough!"

She suddenly wanted to smash her head on the ground to punish herself. Fortunately, Sherlock hugged her in time and stopped her self-harming behavior.

Silk struggled. She was frail, but extremely strong at this time. Sherlock almost let her break free.

"I tried! I really tried all the methods! But there's nothing! I can't see anything! I can't see where he is!"

She seemed to be defending herself, and she seemed to be telling her despair, but there was only fear on her face.

"I dare not say, Dad, I dare not say that possibility..."

She sobbed and stopped struggling, but her body was shaking violently. Sherlock hugged her tightly, without any other thoughts in his heart, but he felt pity when he saw the pale face.

Silk obviously had something hidden in her heart. The coldness and indifference on the surface were just a disguise to cover up her fragility.

She bit her lips, as if she was trying to avoid something, not wanting to say it, nor making any predictions or divinations!

But in the end, she still moved her lips that were bitten and bleeding, sobbing.

"He might really... be dead..."

Saying this sentence seemed to drain all her strength, and she collapsed in Sherlock's arms, no longer trembling, no longer resisting, as if she was asleep.

The two magic wands were still floating quietly in the darkness, illuminating this small space.

Sherlock sat on the ground, his back against the stone wall, silently looking at the dark secret passage in front of him, not knowing what he was thinking.

Silk's breathing also gradually became even, lying in his arms, quiet like an exquisite doll.

After a long time, her fingers trembled slightly, and her head lifted up from Sherlock's arms, as if she was stunned for a second.

Then she stood up as if nothing had happened.

Seeing that she seemed to have escaped from a terrifying dream, Sherlock coughed twice, stood up as if nothing had happened, and patted his dusty robe.

"Are you okay?"

Silk put the wide hood back on his head to cover his face.

"What did you see?"

Her voice returned to its usual coldness, but it sounded a little hoarse.

Sherlock shrugged.

"What did I see? I just saw you touch the door, and then suddenly fell to the ground. I couldn't help you up no matter how hard I tried. I was afraid that you would catch a cold lying on the ground, so I just helped you as a cushion."

Such a lie is naturally false to everyone, but some appropriate lies that everyone understands are necessary. Telling the truth will embarrass everyone.

He changed the subject and walked to the wooden door that seemed to have not changed at all.

"So, can we go in now?"

Silk took back her wand. She did not answer Sherlock's question, but walked to the wooden door, stretched out her hand and pushed the door open.

"Squeak~"

A long rusty hinge friction sounded.

The wooden door was opened, and dust was everywhere. It seemed that no one had been here for a long time.

Silk was about to go in directly, but Sherlock grabbed her.

He let go of the wand he had been holding in his hand, let it float slowly, and flew into the room behind the wooden door.

The wand with fluorescent light on the tip illuminated the space inside, which was empty as if there was nothing inside.

"Let's go, we can go in and take a look." Sherlock said.

Silk did not seem to be surprised by Sherlock's method of controlling the wand. In fact, every wizard can make the wand float.

They walked into the room behind the wooden house.

Even after entering here, the illumination spell can still only illuminate an area of ​​less than half a meter.

So even if they came in, they couldn't see the whole picture and size of the room directly. They could only check it bit by bit with the glowing wand in their hands.

Sherlock and the others didn't notice after entering the door that there was a creature hidden in the dark behind the door, watching them silently...

They didn't choose to separate after entering the door, but gathered together and carefully explored the dark space.

It was completely empty here, with nothing, but the space was very large. Sherlock and Silk walked about twenty steps together before they reached the end.

They didn't speak, and began to walk around the room along the edge of the wall.

Just as they turned a corner and shone the light next to the wooden door, they saw the creature that had been staring at them quietly in the dark!

It was a huge scarecrow standing in place in the shape of a cross.

The withered straw filled the gap between the tattered cloth and the wooden stick. When Sherlock and the others looked at it, two scarlet lights flashed in its face wrapped in rags.

It held two arms made of branches flat, one holding a rusty sickle and the other holding a shabby kerosene lamp.

The moment Silk saw it, she waved her wand without hesitation!

"Expecto Patronus..."

However, before she finished her spell, a hoarse, shrill, desperate, and dead scream suddenly sounded.

"What's going on! What happened!"

The roar came from the scarecrow, and the broken kerosene lamp on its left hand suddenly lit up!

But the orange light did not bring any warmth to people, only endless coldness and fear!

Silk's spell was interrupted by the scream, and then it waved the sickle and swung the kerosene lamp and ran towards them!

Sherlock grabbed Silk's arm, pulled her aside, and waved his wand at the same time.

"Expecto Patronus!"

As he recited the spell, it also wailed again.

"No! No! I'm so scared! I'm so scared!"

But Sherlock was not interrupted by it, but successfully released the Patronus Charm!

The silver light shone from the tip of his wand, but those extremely shining silver threads seemed very scattered. It can be seen that it tried its best to condense into a solid body, but in the end it could only scatter into a piece of silver light!

The atmosphere here is too depressing. The darkness is not only eroding the light, but also eroding the hope and happiness in people's hearts. The Patronus Charm is more than ten times more difficult to use than usual!

Sherlock dragged Silk to avoid its first sickle swing. The scattered silver light threads of the unformed Patronus Charm made it retreat a little, but then it still aimed at them and raised its sickle high!

Sherlock did not hesitate and pointed the magic wand directly at it.

"Thunder Explosion!"

The huge roar echoed in this underground secret room. The dazzling firelight was swallowed up by the infinite darkness again the moment it burst out!

After taking an explosive spell, it was still intact, just slightly blown back, and some straw fell from its body to the ground.

"Except for the Patronus Charm, other spells are useless?" Sherlock asked hurriedly.

"Useless! It only hates happiness and hope!"

Silk swung her wand and tried the Patronus Charm again.

"Expecto Patronus!"

This time she successfully recited the spell, and the silver light threads emerged again in the darkness, trying to weave into shape in the air.

Although the shaping was very slow, it was obvious that her Patronus Charm had a chance of success!

Sherlock did not stand there in a daze. He shook out all the wands he had prepared before from the cloth bag. In the darkness that was invisible to the vision, hundreds of wands quietly floated.

It obviously noticed Silk's move, and instead of rushing forward, it stared at her with its scarlet eyes, wailing in a hoarse and strange voice.

"I can't find him! Dad! I can't find him!"

Silk trembled all over, and the silver light threads that were condensing into shape instantly disintegrated, and disappeared into the darkness in the next second!