Chapter 132 Let's Dance

The Patronus Charm that Silk had been casting was interrupted!

The flickering light from the kerosene lamp illuminated her face, making her seem to fall into the deepest fear again!

Silk stood there in a daze, and the straw man raised his sickle high, swinging it down like a farmer in a wheat field, ready to harvest his wheat!

"Bless everyone!"

In the darkness, hundreds of magic wands waved together, and the invisible barrier formed a thick barrier between Silk and it before the sickle was swung down!

"Crack!"

The sickle and the variant armor spell used by Sherlock collided with each other, and the huge force directly caused the layer of protection composed of hundreds of weakened barriers to produce dense cracks like a spider web!

It raised the sickle again, and Sherlock also pulled Silk, who was completely in a daze, behind him at this time.

Taking advantage of the opportunity to break the Armor Curse, Sherlock waved his wand again. Under his control, hundreds of wands around him also waved at the same time.

At this time, he was like a band conductor. Every time he waved the stick in his hand, hundreds of people would respond to him!

"Expecto Patronus!"

Countless silver light threads illuminated this space!

The flickering light was trying its best to fight against the darkest darkness. The light threads were entangled together, trying to condense into a more powerful entity.

But it seemed that the whole world was obstructing it, preventing it from completing its final form!

The straw man stopped waving the sickle to break the Armor Curse, and shook the shabby kerosene lamp. The scarlet light in the eyes wrapped with rags seemed to overflow!

The roaring, hoarse, and strange voice issued an angry accusation like countless voices overlapping!

"You are not him! Sherlock! You are not him!!!"

However, its words did not shake Sherlock at all. He controlled the two hundred and one magic wands around him and finally gathered the silver light threads together!

"I am your father!"

The dazzling white light cut through all the darkness, and two hundred and one silver-white crows suddenly appeared in this large underground secret room!

The crows circled in the air, illuminating all the space!

Hope, happiness, beauty, all positive emotions spread under the wings of the crows!

The shabby kerosene lamp in the hand of the straw man went out for no reason, and countless straws kept falling from it. Under the dirty and messy cloth, it was shrinking at a speed visible to the naked eye!

The shrill screams sounded in this closed space, and the crows with silver-white light surrounded it. Those positive emotions made it vomit violently.

Straw fell from its body every moment, and it finally felt scared and dared not stay in this place any longer. It ran desperately towards the door with two legs made of rough wooden sticks!

But the patron saint summoned by Sherlock would obviously not let it go so easily.

The crows formed a dense net and blocked the wooden door. The scattered silver light had completely taken the upper hand and suppressed the darkness in the whole room!

All the straw on its body had fallen off, leaving only a thin piece of rag hanging on the wooden rack.

"Don't come over! Faint! Faint! Faint!"

It was still screaming the words of the dead, but it was more like a desperate wail!

The way was blocked, and it quickly reversed direction, with its scarlet eyes flashing the last madness! Running towards Sherlock!

Sherlock's face was indifferent, and he kept commanding the crows to block its way forward.

But it seemed to not care how much its entity was consumed, and rushed through hundreds of crows and fell in front of Sherlock!

Just when it used up its last strength and swung the sickle in its hand.

Awakened by the joy and hope that was so rich that it was almost overflowing, Silk quickly took out a wooden box from his robe and accurately buckled it on the straw man!

In an instant, it was fixed in place as if it was petrified, and countless roars were wailing.

"What's going on! What happened!"

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

"Don't come over! Faint! Faint! Faint!"

"..."

Something was sucked away from the straw man by the wooden box, and it was left with only an empty wooden frame, and finally fell to the side silently.

After its broken body fell to the ground, the silver crows flying in the underground secret room also dissipated.

The entire underground secret room fell completely silent.

Sherlock felt like there was something extra on his neck, but he didn't care.

Because he was very happy now.

Maybe it was because he solved the monster in front of him and caught the murderer, or maybe it was because of something else.

In short, Sherlock felt that he had never been so happy!

The surrounding firelight lit up. There was originally a light source here, but under the control of the straw man, all the light was covered and absorbed by the darkness, and only now could this space be illuminated.

Silk panted and closed the wooden box that fell on the ground. Then she turned her face to Sherlock, staring at him with her eyes hidden under the hood and ribbon.

"Who taught you to cast spells in this way!"

Sherlock was very happy to hear her question. It seemed that there was nothing to be happy about, but he was happy.

"Great question, Silk, very good question."

He jumped briskly and put all the magic wands scattered in the air back into his cloth bag.

"Although your question is very good, and I am also very happy that you asked it this way, this is the magic passed down in my family, so no matter how good our relationship is, I can't teach you."

When talking, Sherlock was about to sing happily, and his mood seemed to be a little too good.

Silk also obviously discovered this problem at this time.

"You can't bear the emotions it will bring back if so many Patronus Charms are released at the same time."

Sherlock certainly discovered his problem, but he still had nothing to worry about. He was happy in his heart, and that was enough.

"Let's celebrate, let's dance, Silk. Although I may not be able to dance, you can teach me."

"I think you'd better shut up now and wait for your emotions to come out."

Silk did not accept his suggestion and said coldly.

But whether she accepted it or not, Sherlock took the initiative to pull her arm, humming the beat, and danced without a teacher.

Silk originally wanted to break free, but in the end he didn't move.

"I suggest you get some sleep."

She was led by Sherlock like a puppet and turned around in a circle, saying expressionlessly.

Sherlock's rational consciousness seemed to have a slight advantage, and he said happily with a happy smile on his face.

"Use a Stunning Spell on me and take me back to Hogwarts."

Hilke was holding one hand and sliding his steps, and with the other hand he pulled out his wand and pointed it at him.

"Falling down."

Without Sherlock's deliberate avoidance, the red spell hit him.

The next moment, a happy smile froze on his face, and Sherlock fell forward weakly, and finally leaned on Hilke's body.

Hilke supported Sherlock with her body and stood there quietly for a while, as if she was thinking about something.

Then she slowly reached out and put him on the ground.

She did not leave here with Sherlock immediately, but turned his body to the front and stared at him with her invisible eyes.

After a long time, Hilke seemed to have made a decision. She took off her hood, revealing a face that was too delicate to be possessed by normal humans, and then she put her hand on the knot of the ribbon that covered her eyes.

Without hesitation, she untied the black ribbon.

A pair of pale golden eyes, which seemed to have time needles moving, were exposed in the air.

Those miraculous eyes were revealed, and they matched perfectly with Silk's pale face. At this moment, she was like the most wonderful art in the world!

But at this time, in the underground secret room, only Sherlock who fainted on the ground, no one else could appreciate this breathtakingly beautiful scene.

Silk stared at Sherlock's face with her own eyes, very solemnly.

The fire on the wall was dancing, and there was nothing reflected in her eyes, but it seemed that countless pictures passed through it.

Silk saw a lot.

She saw Sherlock squatting alone at his mother's funeral when he was three years old, and saw him receiving the admission letter from Hogwarts in the empty big house when he was eleven years old.

She saw him get a girlfriend for the first time when he was fifteen, and then dumped in less than a month, and saw him looking for a job in Dumbledore's office after graduating from Hogwarts at the age of eighteen.

I saw him fail in his job search again at the age of 21, and his magic experiment failed. But he unexpectedly received a job offer when he returned from the hospital.

I saw him learn the magic that seemed to control everything for the first time in June this year, and nailed the basilisk to death in the Gryffindor common room.

I saw him travel in France with his students this summer.

Finally, I saw Sherlock lying on the ground now.

Scarlet blood silently flowed down his cheeks from Silk's eyes.

She looked at several important scenes of Sherlock's life to the present, but she didn't find what she wanted to see.

Her tone was very flat, and she seemed very lost.

"You are not John."

She wiped the blood off her face, and then covered her beautiful eyes with a ribbon again.

"No, maybe it's better, John is really dead."

She seemed to be talking to herself, and she seemed to be talking to someone.

Finally, Silk stood up from the ground and put the wooden box with the straw man in her pocket.

Using the levitation spell to suspend Sherlock's body in the air, she grabbed his arm, walked out of the secret room, and returned along the secret passage.

Silk did not notice that there was a dark golden round pendant hanging from Sherlock's neck. That thing had never appeared on him before.