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Chapter 132 Fear deep in my heart

Silk's hand touched the wooden door.

Like something happened, and like nothing happened.

She just stood motionless in front of the wooden door.

Sherlock scattered the two wands in his hand, quietly hovering around Silk, illuminating the area around her.

In this way, she kept this movement for a long time, like 10 minutes had passed, her body began to tremble undetectably.

She lowered her hand.

"I did not find it"

Her voice was low and full of sadness.

Sherlock clenched his fists tightly, and he carefully watched Silk's reaction, as long as there was something wrong, he would take her to apparate and leave from here.

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

she said sadly.

Silk crouched on the ground, holding her head with her hands, as if she was trying to avoid something, as if she was questioning herself.

"I didn't find him!"

Her voice suddenly sharpened.

"I have tried many methods! Tea dregs! Crystal ball! Astrology! Arithmetic! But the lines of the world and the spider web of fate are all without him! I can't find him!"

She tugged at her hat and pulled it off her head, revealing the black ribbon that covered her eyes and the loose silver-gray hair.

Silk's delicate face was extremely pale, she nestled in a corner in fear, her body was constantly shaking, 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'm not capable! I should die there with you!"

Only at this time did Sherlock realize that her age was actually not very old, at most she was only a few years older than himself.

Tears fell from her ribbon-covered eyes and dripped down her pale cheeks.

Silk fell to his knees and supported the ground with both hands. The back of his hand was so pale that it was almost transparent, and the blue blood vessels inside could be clearly seen.

"He's gone, you said he's still there, Dad, but I can't find him, it's because I haven't worked hard enough, I haven't done enough!"

She suddenly wanted to punish herself by smashing her head to the ground, but fortunately Sherlock hugged her in time to stop her self-harm.

Silk struggled, she was slender, but she was extremely powerful at this moment, Sherlock almost let her break free.

"I've tried! I've literally tried everything! Nothing! I can't see anything! I can't see where he is!"

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

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

She was sobbing, not struggling, but her body was trembling violently. Sherlock hugged her tightly, without any other thoughts in his mind, just saw a burst of pity on that pale face.

Silke obviously has always been hiding something in his heart, and the coldness and indifference shown on the surface are just a disguise to cover up his fragile self.

She bit her lip, as if trying to avoid something, she didn't want to say it, and she didn't want to make any predictions and divinations!

But in the end, she still wriggled her bitten lip and sobbed.

"He may really be dead"

Saying this sentence seemed to drain all her strength, and she collapsed into Sherlock's arms, not trembling or resisting, just like falling asleep.

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

Sherlock sat on the ground with his back against the stone wall, silently looking at the dark secret passage in front of him, wondering what he was thinking.

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

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

Then she stood up nonchalantly.

Sherlock saw that she seemed to have escaped from a terrifying dream, coughed twice, stood up as if nothing had happened, and patted the dusty robe on her body.

"Are you okay?"

Silk put the wide hood back on his head, covering his face.

"What did you see?"

Her voice returned to the coolness of the past, but it sounded a little hoarse.

Sherlock shrugged.

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

Such a lie can naturally be heard by everyone as false, but some things are appropriate, and a lie that everyone understands is necessary, and telling the truth will embarrass everyone.

He changed the subject and walked to the wooden door that seemed unchanged.

"So, we can go in now?"

Silk took back her wand, and instead of answering Sherlock's question, she walked to the wooden door, stretched out her hand and pushed the door open.

"Squeak~"

There was a long sound of rusty hinges rubbing against each other.

The wooden door was opened, and dust was everywhere, as if no one had entered here for a long time.

Silke was about to go straight in, but Sherlock grabbed her.

He let go of the wand he had been holding on to and let it float slowly into the room behind the wooden door.

The fluorescent wand with the tip of the wand illuminated the space inside, and it was empty as if there was nothing there.

"Come on, we can go in and have a look." Sherlock said.

Silk was not surprised by Sherlock's method of manipulating the wand. The ability to levitate the wand is actually something that every wizard can do.

They went into the room at the back of the cabin.

Even after entering here, the lighting spell can only illuminate an area less than half a meter away.

So even if you come in, you can't directly see the whole picture and size of the room, you can only rely on the glowing wand in your hand to check bit by bit.

Sherlock and the others didn't notice after entering the door, there was a creature hidden in the dark watching them silently behind the door
They did not choose to separate when they entered the door, but gathered together, carefully exploring the dark space.

This place is completely empty, there is nothing, but there is a lot of space, Sherlock and Silk walked together for about twenty steps before reaching the end.

Neither of them spoke, and began to walk around the room along the edge of the wall.

Just when they turned a corner and shone the light on the side of 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.

Yellow straw filled the gap between the tattered cloth and the wooden stick. When Sherlock and the others watched it, two scarlet lights flashed in its face entangled in rags.

It held two arms made of branches flatly, holding a rusty sickle in one hand and a dilapidated kerosene lamp in the other.

The moment Silk saw it, he waved his wand without hesitation!
"Call for protection"

However, before she finished chanting the spell, a hoarse, shrill, desperate, ashen scream suddenly sounded.

"What's going on! What happened!"

A roaring sound came from the scarecrow, and the broken kerosene lamp it was carrying on its left suddenly lit up!
But the orange lights didn't bring any warmth to people, only endless coldness and fear!
Silk's spellcasting was interrupted by screams, and then it brandished a scythe and swayed a kerosene lamp and rushed towards them!

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

"Call God Guard!"

While he was chanting the incantation, it also wailed mournfully again.

"Don't! Don't! I'm so scared! I'm so scared!"

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

Silver brilliance shines from the tip of his staff, but those incomparably shining silver threads are very scattered. It can be seen that it tries to condense into a solid body, but in the end it can only be scattered 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. It is more than ten times more difficult to use the Patronus Charm than usual!
Sherlock dragged Silk to escape its first scythe swing, the scattered silver threads of the unformed Patronus Charm made it retreat a little, but then it still aimed at them, high and low. Raised the sickle in his hand!

Without hesitation, Sherlock aimed his wand directly at it.

"Thunderbolt explosion!"

The huge roar echoed in this underground secret room, and the moment the dazzling fire burst out, it was once again engulfed by the endless darkness!

After taking an explosive curse, it was still unscathed, but it was blown back a little distance, and some straw fell from its body on the ground.

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

"It's useless! It only hates happiness and hope!"

Silk flicked his wand and tried the Patronus Charm again.

"Call God Guard!"

This time she successfully recited the spell, silver threads of light emerged again in the darkness, and wove into shape as hard as they could in the air.

Although the shape is very slow, it is obvious that her Patronus Charm has a chance of success!
Sherlock didn't stand still, he shook out all the wands he had prepared before from the cloth bag, and in the darkness invisible to his vision, hundreds of wands floated quietly.

It obviously noticed Silk's actions, and instead of rushing forward, it stared at her with those scarlet eyes, and wept in a hoarse and treacherous voice.

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

Silk trembled all over, and the silver light threads that were forming were instantly disintegrated, and disappeared into the darkness in the next second!
　The scarecrow is set with LOL Rifdetic, a demon that represents fear and can steal the voice of the dead. It also has a song " Fiddlesticks, the Ancient Fear", after knowing the background of this song, it was a bit scary to listen to in the middle of the night, so I went to bed, good night.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)