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Chapter 133 Let's Just Dance
Silk's faintly formed Patronus Charm was interrupted!

The flickering fire in the kerosene lamp reflected her face, making her seem to have fallen into the deepest fear again!
Silk stood there in a daze, and the straw man raised his sickle high, waving it down like a farmer in a wheat field, ready to harvest his own wheat!

"All protection!"

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

The sickle collided with Sherlock's variant Iron Armor Curse, and the huge force directly caused the protection composed of hundreds of weakened barriers to create dense cracks like spider webs!

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

Using it to break the gap of the Iron 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 wooden stick in his hand, hundreds of people below would respond in cooperation with him!

"Call God Guard!"

Countless silver threads of light illuminate this space!
The flickering light is trying its best to fight against the blackest darkness, and the light threads are entangled, trying to condense into a stronger entity.

But it seems that the whole world is obstructing and preventing its final form from being completed!

The straw man stopped swinging the sickle to break the Iron Armor Curse, but shook the old kerosene lamp, the scarlet light seemed to overflow from the eyes wrapped in rags!
The roaring, hoarse, and treacherous voice issued an angry accusation that seemed to be overlapping with countless voices!
"You are not him! Sherlock! You are not him!!!"

However, its words did not shake Sherlock in the slightest. He controlled the [-] magic wands around him, and finally gathered the silver threads of light 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 mid-air, illuminating all the space!

Hope, happiness, beauty, all positive emotions spread under the wings of crows!
The dilapidated kerosene lamp in the hands of the straw man was extinguished for no reason, and countless straws kept falling from it. Under the dirty and messy fabric, it was drying up at a speed visible to the naked eye!

A shrill howl resounded in the enclosed space, and a flock of crows glowing with silvery white light surrounded it, and the positive emotions made it vomit violently.

Straws fell from its body every moment, and it finally felt scared, and didn't dare to stay in this place any longer, and ran towards the door desperately on two legs made of rough wooden sticks!

But the patron saint summoned by Sherlock obviously won't let it go so easily.

The crows seemed to form a dense net, blocking the wooden door, and the scattered silver light had completely gained the upper hand, suppressing the darkness in the entire room!

All the straw had fallen from its body, and only a thin rag was left hanging on the wooden shelf.

"Don't come here! Dizzy! Dizzy! Dizzy!"

It is still screaming the death words of the dead, but this is more like a desperate wail!
Its way was blocked, it quickly reversed its direction, and its scarlet eyes were shining with the last madness!Running towards Sherlock!

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

But it didn't seem to care how much its own body was consumed, it passed through hundreds of crows and rushed down in front of Sherlock!

Just when it exhausted its last strength, it waved 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 pinned it on the straw man's body with precision!
In an instant, it was frozen in place as if it had been petrified, and countless roars were howling.

"What's going on! What happened!"

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

"Don't come here! Dizzy! Dizzy! Dizzy!"

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Something was sucked away from the straw man's body by the wooden box, leaving only an empty wooden shelf, which fell to the side without a sound.

After its broken body fell to the ground, the silver crows flying in the underground chamber also disappeared.

The entire underground secret room was completely silent.

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

Because he is very happy now.

It may be because of solving the monster in front of him and catching the murderer, or it may be because of other things.

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

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

Panting for breath, Silk closed the wooden box that fell to the ground, then she turned her face to Sherlock, staring at him with eyes hidden under the hood and ribbon.

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

Sherlock was delighted to hear her question, which seemed like nothing to be happy about, but he was.

"Great question, Silk, very good question."

He was bouncing briskly, and put all the wands scattered in the air back into his cloth bag.

"Although your question is very good, and I'm very glad that you can ask it, but this is my family's magic, so no matter how good our relationship is, I can't teach you."

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

Silke also obviously discovered this problem at this time.

"So many Patronus Charms cast together, you can't bear the emotions it brings back."

Of course, Sherlock also discovered his problem, but he still had nothing to worry about. Anyway, he was happy in his heart, and that was enough.

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

"I think you'd better keep your mouth shut right now and wait for the emotions to vent themselves."

Silke did not accept his suggestion, and said with a cold face.

But no matter whether she accepted it or not, Sherlock took the initiative to take her arm, hummed the beat, and jumped up without a teacher.

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

"I suggest you better get some sleep."

She was led around in a circle by Sherlock like a puppet, and said with a blank expression.

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

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

Silke was sliding with one hand held by him, and with the other hand, he drew out his wand and pointed it at him.

"Passed out."

When Sherlock deliberately didn't dodge, the red curse hit him.

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

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

Then she slowly stretched out her hand and put him on the ground.

She didn't take Sherlock away from here immediately, but turned his body to the front, staring at him with those invisible eyes.

After a long time, Silk seemed to have made a decision. She took off her hood, revealing that face that was too delicate for a normal human being to have. Then she put her hand on her eyes Blindfolded at the knot of the ribbon.

Without hesitation, she untied the black ribbon.

A pair of light golden eyes, which looked like the hands of the hour, were exposed to the air.

Those miraculous eyes were revealed, matching perfectly on Silk's pale face, at this moment she was like the most wonderful art in the world!
But in the underground secret room at this time, only Sherlock who had passed out on the ground, no one else could appreciate this suffocatingly beautiful scene.

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

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

Silke saw a lot.

She saw the three-year-old Sherlock squatting alone at his mother's funeral, and saw him at the age of 11 receiving the acceptance letter from Hogwarts in the big empty house.

Saw him getting his first girlfriend at 15, then getting dumped within a month, and seeing him apply for a job in Dumbledore's office after graduating from Hogwarts.

I saw that the 21-year-old failed in his job search and magic experiment again, and unexpectedly received a letter of appointment when he came back from the hospital.

Seeing June of this year, he learned the magic that seemed to control everything for the first time, crucifying the basilisk in the Gryffindor common room.

I saw that this summer, he took his students on a trip in France.

Finally saw Sherlock lying on the ground now.

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

She watched all the important scenes from Sherlock's life to the present, but she couldn't find what she wanted to see.

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

"You're not John."

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

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

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

Finally Silk stood up from the ground and put the wooden box containing the straw figure back into his pocket.

Using the levitation spell to suspend Sherlock's body in mid-air, she grabbed his arm, walked towards the secret room, and returned along the secret path.

Silk didn't notice that there was a dark golden round locket hanging from Sherlock's neck, and that thing had never appeared on him before.

(End of this chapter)