Chapter 133 The Locket That Cannot Be Removed

When Sherlock woke up, he was already lying on a bed in the Hogwarts Hospital.

Although there was no strong smell of disinfectant here, it was still white when he opened his eyes.

"Very good, I like white very much."

This was the first sentence he said happily after waking up.

"It seems that the mood has not yet subsided."

A plain voice sounded next to him.

Sherlock tilted his head and saw Silk sitting next to him.

"Oh! We have come out of the underground, what a happy thing!"

Silk helped him shake the bell in front of the bed and called Madam Pomfrey over.

"You are happy enough."

"Don't always have a stern face, Silk, be happy, we have to laugh, for example, I feel great now! I am in a very good state, and I even feel that I can be happy like this all the time!"

Just as Sherlock was chattering about a very happy topic, Madam Pomfrey came over with a bottle of potion.

"His condition is indeed as you said, a little too excited." Madam Pomfrey once again confirmed Sherlock's current condition with her own eyes, "It's a bit like he drank too much joy potion."

"This bottle of sadness potion should help him suppress it, but I'm not sure how much it should be." Madam Pomfrey said tangledly.

Sherlock shook his head happily.

"Sadness potion? I don't want to be sad, isn't it good to be happy? Why do you want to make people sad?"

However, no one would take his words seriously now. Madam Pomfrey studied Sherlock's current condition for a while, and finally determined the dosage of the potion, and then supervised him to drink the whole bottle of sadness potion.

Silk did not leave, and stayed by his bedside.

After drinking the potion prepared by Madam Pomfrey, Sherlock's condition was obviously much better, and the smile on his face gradually subsided. He can communicate with others normally.

"It seems that we should be cautious when using such a Patronus Charm in the future." Sherlock said with a headache.

Although the overflow of positive emotions is not a big problem, even without Madam Pomfrey's potion, he can only be happy for a week or two.

But if such a thing happens in a critical battle, it will still be very troublesome.

Just when he was a little depressed about this, Sherlock suddenly found an old locket on his neck that he had never had before.

"What is this?" He took the dark golden round locket and frowned.

Silk also noticed this thing at this time.

"Didn't you take it with you before going underground?" Her tone became a little serious.

Sherlock shook his head.

"No, I have never seen this thing."

He tried to take the locket off his neck, but found that he couldn't do it at all!

It was as if there was an invisible barrier on his body, blocking the chain of the locket between his neck and head. No matter how he tried, he couldn't take it off.

Sherlock's face became solemn.

He stopped trying to take it off himself and looked at Silk.

"Is this thing from the straw man?"

Silk also realized that something was wrong.

"No, it didn't have this thing when it escaped."

Suddenly, she seemed to think of something.

"Its power is enhanced by fear. If it was its heyday, it would not be as weak as it is now. But after escaping to England, all its actions were very low-key, and it did not mean to spread fear to restore its power, but came directly to Hogwarts."

"It wants to find something."

Sherlock looked down at the locket hanging on his body and tried to open it, but failed.

There was obviously no buckle on the box, but there was no way to open it from the outside.

"Could this thing be what it is looking for?" Sherlock said dully.

For some reason, his mood suddenly became bad again, a little sad and a little lost.

He looked at Silk.

"Now can you tell me what the straw man is?"

Silk said calmly.

"This is the top secret of the German Ministry of Magic, and it has been the main research and monitoring object of the Department of Mysteries for nearly a hundred years."

When Sherlock heard her say this, he thought she was refusing, but unexpectedly, she continued.

"Its name is Fiddlesticks, and it originally came from Azkaban Island."

"Azkaban?"

Sherlock's eyebrows raised.

The original owner was an expert in studying dark creatures, and the most famous of them, Dementors, was his main research object.

And Dementors and Azkaban are almost symbiotic existences.

Azkaban is now the most notorious wizard prison in the entire wizarding world, but in the beginning, it was actually just an ordinary island on the North Sea.

In the early fifteenth century, this island had never appeared on any map, neither on the maps of Muggles or wizards.

Until one day, a wizard named Axtis of unknown nationality came to the island, built a castle here, and lived here alone.

After Axtis came to the island, he had gone crazy.

His magic was extremely powerful, and he often conducted some extremely evil black magic experiments, and enjoyed luring, torturing and killing Muggle sailors passing through here.

At that time, the Ministry of Magic was only a prototype and had not been truly established. Only the Wizard Court-Wizengamot had weak management of the wizarding world.

Azkaban, far away from the British mainland, naturally did not receive their attention. It was not until the death of Axtis that the hidden spell he set on the island failed, and wizards discovered the island.

But it was already filled with hundreds of horrible monsters that could suck people's hopes - Dementors.

This is the earliest record of large-scale Dementors in the history of the magic world.

The island was later used by the Ministry of Magic as a prison for wizard criminals, and all the Dementors in it became jailers.

But the Dementors and the Ministry of Magic have never been in an employment relationship, but a cooperative relationship.

The existence of monsters like Dementors is completely anti-human.

It's not that the Minister of Magic has not proposed to destroy the island, but the island can be destroyed, but the Dementors cannot be completely eliminated.

They are afraid that these monsters will escape to the British mainland and cause more trouble.

So it became the most perfect solution to build it into a wizard prison, actively send prisoners to the island, and let the Dementors eat their stomachs to prevent them from running out.

It can be said that the island is the most evil place in the magic world in the past hundred years.

"Before the British Ministry of Magic set up a prison on that island, someone had explored the island and brought out an evil soul - Fiddlesticks."

Silk said softly.

"It has no fixed form, but it can create an entity when necessary, just like the scarecrow."

"It is more terrifying than the Dementors. The Dementors only suck hope, but it creates fear, enjoys devouring souls full of fear, and becomes stronger by doing so."

"In Northern Europe in the 18th century, it caused a series of tragic massacres. In some places, even an entire town of Muggles were killed by it."

"Retelling the dead's words is its greatest pleasure, and torturing the living with their most terrifying words is its favorite game."

"The scarecrow with a sickle in one hand and a lantern in the other is the most popular horror among Muggles at that time. story."

"Until one day, a powerful wizard defeated it, but found that he could not kill it at all, so he could only capture it and bring it back to the newly established German Ministry of Magic."

"Since then, Fiddlesticks, the demon who controls fear, has been imprisoned in the Department of Mysteries of the German Ministry of Magic, guarded by the Unspeakable. Until now, I am the one guarding this demon."

"But it has never stopped resisting. During the nearly two hundred years of being imprisoned in the Ministry of Magic, it has been secretly accumulating strength until it escaped four months ago."

After Sherlock listened to Silk's story, he became even more worried.

"After being imprisoned for more than two hundred years, the first thing he thought about when he came out was not how to escape and not be caught, but to find this thing. It sounds like a trouble."

At this time, Silk noticed that Sherlock was emotionally abnormal.

"The amount of that bottle of potion seems a bit too much for you."

She rang the bell again and called Madam Pomfrey over to check Sherlock's current condition.

"How do you feel now?" Madam Pomfrey asked seriously.

Sherlock answered weakly.

"Not very good, I feel terrible, nothing is interesting, I don't think I have much time left, I won't be able to live."

Madam Pomfrey nodded with satisfaction.

"Fortunately, the sadness potion is not too much, it's just that I feel I can't live. If you feel suicidal, I will feed you some joy potion to neutralize it. Now I think you will recover naturally in less than a week."

Sherlock was discharged from the hospital in a depressed mood.

"It is very likely that this thing was found in the abandoned headquarters of the goblins. I can ask the ministry to contact the goblins who communicated with me before. Maybe he may know something."

Silk and Sherlock separated in the corridor on the fifth floor.

He continued to walk to the third floor alone, intending to go directly to Dumbledore to see if he could help him get the locket off his neck.

Sherlock staggered down the stairs. The students had just finished their get out of class.

Because Black broke into the Gryffindor common room last night, all the students in the school were arranged to sleep in the hall for one night.

After the professors ruled out the entire castle and confirmed that Black was not hiding in a corner of Hogwarts, the school returned to normal teaching order the next day.

When he walked slowly to the third floor, he happened to meet Harry and the other three who had just finished class.

"Professor, where did you go last night? Why didn't you come to the Halloween dinner? Did you know that Black broke into the school last night?"

As soon as Harry saw Sherlock, he couldn't help but throw out a series of questions.

Sherlock looked at him weakly and said sadly.

"Ah, I also wanted to attend the Halloween dinner, but unfortunately I missed it. As for Black breaking in, this is really bad news, Harry, it seems that your luck has not been very good these two days. I have to talk to Dumbledore about something, and I don't have time to talk to you more. Goodbye."

After he finished speaking, he continued to walk downstairs slowly and listlessly.

After hearing Sherlock's words, Harry froze in his place, and Hermione and Ron were also stunned.

"Did you hear that!" Harry reacted and shouted in surprise, "The professor said that I haven't had good luck these two days!"

Ron looked at him with envy.

"You are going to change your luck, Harry. You will definitely be the luckiest person in the whole castle next."

Harry looked longing.

"The best thing I can imagine is that Black is caught, and then someone is willing to sign my parental consent form, so that I can go to Hogsmeade on the weekend!"

Hermione frowned and said.

"Professor Forrest seems to be in a bad mood today."

"Although it's a bit bad to say this, if the professor is in a good mood, then our greeting to him just now would be ruined." Ron shrugged and said.

"Think about how to spend the next two days, Harry. I think you can ask if the Daily Prophet is holding any lottery activities recently, and then sign up to win a big prize."

They soon excitedly focused their attention on this matter, and Sherlock also walked to the stone monster on the third floor.

"I want to find Dumbledore. Can you help me inform him?"

The stone monster didn't speak. It seemed to ask Dumbledore in the office in some way, and then made way for Sherlock to let him go in.

Sherlock came to the eighth floor and pushed the door into the principal's office.

Dumbledore looked up at Sherlock and saw at a glance that he seemed to be in a bad state.

"You are not in a good mood, Sherlock."

Sherlock sat opposite Dumbledore, and his upper body lay on his desk as if he had no bones.

"Mrs. Pomfrey gave me an overdose of sadness potion, and I am really sad now."

Dumbledore frowned slightly.

"I know you went out with Silk yesterday, so what did you experience last night?"

Sherlock repeated their experience last night in a sad voice, and finally placed the locket on his neck that he couldn't take off in front of Dumbledore.

"Do you know what this is, Professor? Or you can help me take it off my body."

Sherlock's posture on the table was just right for Dumbledore to pick up the locket.

He looked at the old, dark golden round locket, and his brows gradually frowned.