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Chapter 221 The Failed Killing Curse
After Little Barty's words fell, the scene instantly became indifferent.

The cold night wind blew between them, and the three masked Death Eaters were covered in hairs, as if they were stared at by something terrifying.

They swallowed their saliva and carefully looked around, not thinking that the dangerous feeling came from the young wizard who was only in his 20s.

The smile on Sherlock's face was restrained, and he stared blankly at the little Barty who didn't have a wand in his hand, but still had nothing to fear.

Under the moonlight, the hair on his forehead was gently blown by the wind, and there was no emotion in those emerald green eyes, but it seemed to be hiding some mountain roar and tsunami that had not erupted.

"Uh huh, the woman you're talking about, isn't her name Sally Forrest?"

His voice was calm, as if asking a trivial matter.

But the smile on Little Barty's face became brighter, his pale face laughed wildly, as if remembering something extremely funny.

"Hahaha Sally Forrest, that's right! Sally Forrest, that's her name! You remember that very well."

He opened his eyes wide and met Sherlock's gaze, which was full of provocation and teasing.

"I didn't expect that woman to be like that, and there would be a child left behind. Do you hate that crazy woman? You must have hated her very much when you were young, right?"

Floating behind them, the tips of the countless wands that had been aiming at them flickered for a moment, but in the end the light of the spell stopped and did not shoot out.

"Have you met her? Do you know why she became like that?" Sherlock asked flatly, but anyone who knew him well knew that he was already extremely cold when speaking in such a tone.

Little Barty seemed to recall something wonderful, he spread his hands, like a speaker who was giving a passionate speech on a high platform, and said with joy and emotion.

"At that time, I hadn't graduated from Hogwarts, but I had already come into contact with the great ambition of the master. On one night when the master called us like-minded people to gather together, I watched your mother—Sally Forrest, the whole process of how this stubborn woman turned from a normal person to a lunatic in order to stop her master's great cause!"

He narrowed his indifferent eyes with a faint cold light, glanced behind him imperceptibly, and then said in awe, admiration, and crazy voice.

"I've never been so angry with a master. Obviously that woman made a mistake, an unforgivable mistake. He made Bella use the most cruel means to inflict on her in front of all his servants. Punishment, a punishment that is worse than death! In the end, it drove her completely crazy, and threw her back to Dumbledore!"

"Haha, I didn't expect that after she went back, there would be someone willing to make peace with such a lunatic and trash, and give birth to a little bastard like you! Let me guess, who is your hungry father? Such a crazy woman he Can you do it all?"

After his words fell, there was silence around him, and the air seemed to be frozen.

The three masked Death Eaters who were guarding Little Barty were sweating continuously from the palms holding their wands tightly.

Standing opposite them, the expression on the face of the young man who became a professor of Hogwarts at a young age and became famous has never changed, but it seems to have changed drastically.

The night wind blew a corner of Sherlock's robe, making a "Hula-Hula" shaking sound.

"She had predicted it before she went." He said softly, without communicating with anyone, but simply talking to himself, "Erasure the memory, not to be discovered, and bear all the revenge after failure alone."

Little Barty didn't hear exactly what Sherlock was saying at this time, and his real attention was not here. Instead, he secretly gestured with his hands behind his back to remind the three Death Eaters behind him.

"No wonder you look so familiar to me, you really look like that crazy woman." Little Barty grinned, "So you cast yourself into the trap tonight, because you also want to experience what your great mother went through back then." tortured?"

Sherlock didn't speak again, he just raised his head slowly, stared at Little Barty indifferently, and gently raised his empty left hand.

The moment he raised his hand, Little Barty suddenly roared.

"Caste!"

The voice of the three Death Eaters and Sherlock chanting the spell was almost at the same time!
"Thunderbolt explosion."

"Protect all!" ×3.
The dazzling white light and the blue light mask that was turned upside down like a big bowl appeared together at the same time!
"Boom!"

The huge roar made the ground tremble violently!
Countless trees around were blown off by the powerful shock wave and fell to the ground.

The wet soil splashed everywhere, piercing the air like a fired bullet, and there was a "swish" sound of piercing the air.

But Sherlock didn't stop the movement of his hands, he raised his hands expressionlessly, and continued to recite the next spell.

"Avada Kedavra!"

The magic wands flying all over the sky are like disciplined soldiers who have received orders, and they uniformly point the tips of the wands at the bottom, the huge mud puddle blown out by hundreds of explosive spells.

Dark green light flickered on the tip of the staff, densely packed, like countless green eyes opened in the dark night.

In the next second, the death-filled green illuminated the entire grove!

When Barty Jr. heard Sherlock utter the unforgivable spell, his whole body fell into an ice cave, and his eyes were full of despair and ashes.

He noticed the abnormal wands behind him at the beginning, and realized that Sherlock was not simple.

That's why I tried to irritate him with words, so that he would have no time to use any weird means to report to the Ministry of Magic, and at the same time give reminders to the other three Death Eaters to get them ready.

No matter how strange the means are, what kind of strange magic has he never seen in the magic world?
Although he has always believed that his master's subordinates are a bunch of trash besides him, but for ordinary wizards, wizards who can become Death Eaters are already rare masters, otherwise they would not have been entangled with Aurors for so many years. .

With Sherlock's youthful appearance, Batty Jr. didn't think he was capable of one-on-three.

But at the moment when the hundreds of explosion spells lit up, little Barty knew that he had guessed wrong!
According to his prediction, the mutant Iron Armor Curse jointly used by the three adult wizards could prevent Sherlock's first wave of attacks. After blocking the first wave of attacks, they could organize a counterattack.

But in the end, it was just the first wave of Explosion Curse, which directly blasted through the mutant Iron Armor Curse that the three of them used together.

And just before the four of Barty Jr. were blown dizzy and hadn't crawled out of the pit, Sherlock's next spell was ready.

Little Barty is naturally very familiar with the spell of the Killing Curse, and the number of people he killed with this extremely dark black magic cannot be counted on one hand.

Staring at the countless green eyes that were opening in the sky, he felt no hope of surviving!

"Do not!!!"

Little Barty, who had just regained his freedom and was about to face death again, cried out in despair.

But his actions can't stop those death beams from blooming!
The dense spells poured down like heavy rain, and the dark green raindrops mercilessly slipped down from midair and fell into the big pit where the four of Barty Jr. were!
With the dense barrage of spells and such a narrow target range, there is no way for them to avoid these killing spells.

Everyone was hit with dozens of killing curses at least.

But to the surprise of the four of Batty Jr., the Death Curse fell on them but did not cause immediate death to them. Their ears, nose, mouth, eyes, and seven orifices were bleeding, and their consciousness was very drowsy, but they did not die after all. Die directly!

Batty Jr. was ecstatic when he encountered death but had the hope of living again!

He snatched the wand of a Death Eater beside him, cast a curse in the direction of Sherlock, and fled without hesitation!
The other three people in the pit were half a beat slower than Barty Jr. to react, but after they came to their senses, they immediately climbed out of the pit without hesitation and ran away desperately.

No one has the intention to continue to resist Sherlock. Such a person is worth hundreds of people, so that when he faces four wizards alone, he always has the advantage in numbers.

Including Barty Jr., they now only want to escape alive.

Of course Sherlock wouldn't give them this chance.

The wand waved lightly in mid-air without any spells being uttered, but the surrounding environment has undergone earth-shaking changes.

The appearance of the trees that were blown to the ground changed dramatically, and countless snake-like vines spread around, quickly entangled the two Death Eaters who were at the back.

Tengman wraps around their bodies, just like a boa constrictor wraps around its prey, wrapping them all up, only exposing the four legs that are still struggling.

Sherlock's face was cold, without any hesitation or hesitation, he snapped his fingers lightly in the air.

In an instant, countless steel-like spikes grew from those vines, piercing through the two wrapped Death Eaters!

Those four legs, which were still struggling violently, suddenly stretched out, and then they fell powerlessly to the ground.

The scarlet and viscous blood fell to the ground, and quickly gathered into a pool of water. Those thick vines slowly returned to their original state, leaving only two dilapidated corpses falling powerlessly to the ground.

Sherlock turned a blind eye to this, and instead of looking at the Death Eaters who were fleeing in another direction, he walked in the direction of Little Barty expressionlessly.

(End of this chapter)