It's just a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

Chapter 222 You Damn
Little Barty ran into the depths of the woods in a panic.

There was blood all over his face, and until now, blood continued to flow from his seven orifices, staining the robe on his body.

"Damn! Damn! Damn!"

He kept cursing as he ran forward, and several times he raised the wand he had snatched from another Death Eater, but he never dared to use Disapparation.

Of course, he had already run out of Sherlock's anti-apparition domain, but although Sherlock's killing curses did not directly take his life, they also caused great damage to his spirit.

He didn't dare to use spells rashly, especially if it was a spell like Disappearing, if something went wrong, there would be a split and life-threatening spell.

He could only keep running forward, and only running could give him a sense of security, letting him know that he was staying away from that young wizard and the danger of death.

I don't know how long he ran, but there was silence around him, and Little Barty finally stopped.

He supported a thick tree beside him with one hand, gasped heavily, and looked around nervously at the same time, but he didn't find the figure manipulating hundreds of magic wands chasing after him, and the tense heartstrings relaxed a little. Some.

After soothing his exhausted body for tens of seconds, little Barty gritted his teeth and raised his magic wand.

He knew that he wasn't really safe yet, he couldn't escape with just two legs, no matter how dangerous it was, he had to use apparition to get away from here.

Trying to control his shortness of breath, Little Barty tried his best to calm his nervous heart, recalling the apparition trick that had not been used for more than ten years, and waved the magic wand in his hand very seriously.

"Phantom"

However, just as he was chanting the incantation clearly, a cold and ethereal female voice suddenly sounded!

"Except your weapons."

The red light beam pierced the silent air. Even though he was trying to cast a spell, the little Barty, who was always vigilant about his surroundings, rolled to the left very quickly the moment he heard the sound of the spell. An ugly donkey rolled, dangerously and Narrowly escaped the sudden appearance of the curse.

His eyes widened, his already suppressed breathing became rapid again, and soon he saw the sneak attacker who was waiting here.

Sitting on a branch of a thick poplar tree was a girl in a black robe with a wide hood covering most of her face.

The soft moonlight sprinkled on her body, and her silver-gray hair shone brightly in the moonlight.

Silke supported the trunk of the poplar tree with one hand, clenched his wand with the other hand, and aimed straight at Little Barty, who was in a state of embarrassment and was worse than a homeless man. Apart from reciting spells, she had nothing to do with him. The meaning of this lost dog communication is as follows.

Little Barty stared closely at Silk sitting on the branch with extremely resentful eyes, and wiped the blood on his face with the tattered sleeve of the robe that was no different from rags.

"You've been waiting here for me!"

Silk swayed his calf lightly, without any intention of answering his question.

In the past, she would never have acted like a girl, but after reuniting with Sherlock, she became more and more like a normal girl.

Little Barty didn't hear a response, and his face became more and more ferocious.

He didn't have time to waste time here with a strange witch. After realizing that the other party didn't give him any response, he started to fight back without hesitation.

"Avada Kedavra!"

The dark green light beam spanned the short distance of more than ten meters, but just after he shot his death curse, Silk quietly disappeared from the branch of the poplar tree and appeared in another tree. on thick branches.

Silent apparition.

Because there is no need to chant spells, the casting speed is extremely fast, but the distance between apparation and apparition is limited, so it can only continue to teleport for a short distance.

Just like a cat playing with a mouse, Silk will not take the initiative to take action. As long as Little Barty casts a spell, she will use Apparation to teleport, and whenever Little Barty shows any intention of running away, she will raise her hand The above spell casts a Disarming Charm or Stunning Charm.

The angle of the spell is also very tricky. It doesn't directly aim at Barty Jr., allowing him to dodge easily, but when he dodges, he will also return to the same place, and he cannot escape one step from the range that Silk has set for him.

At this time, Barty Jr. can truly feel what despair is.

He finally couldn't bear it anymore, he threw his wand on the ground in a frenzy, and yelled hysterically.

"Kill me! You kill me! Quick! Kill me!"

But Silk was still unmoved, she sat quietly on the branch, and turned her head to look in a direction behind her.

Sherlock walked out of the dark bush with a blank expression on his face. He saw Silk sitting on the branch. Only when he looked at her, would his face like stagnant water show a gentle smile.

"I told you to obey."

The corner of Silk's mouth curved down, and he turned his head away, obviously still angry, so he didn't want to pay attention to him.

Sherlock shook his head helplessly, and then his eyes returned to indifference, looking at Little Barty who had given up on himself and knelt on the ground.

"Voldemort wants you to go back to him tonight."

Hearing his address, Little Barty glared at him furiously with those bloodshot eyes like a beast.

"Master's name is something a bastard like you can call out!"

The expression on Sherlock's face was indifferent, and he didn't see the slightest movement. Little Barty seemed to be slapped, and his whole body flew into the air, and a few teeth-like things also fell out of his mouth come out.

When he fell to the ground again, the right half of his face was swollen like a pig's head.

Little Barty was lying on the ground weakly, his condition was very bad now, if it wasn't for his undulating chest, he would have been no different from a dead man from the outside.

Sherlock narrowed his eyes suddenly, and the flattened green grass under Barty Jr. silently and a few leaves began to become straight and hard against reason.

He secretly performed the simple transformation technique, but on the surface he still didn't show any abnormalities, and he didn't even glance at the bushes that were blowing for no reason even though there was no wind blowing.

"In order to get your most loyal subordinate back to him, Voldemort really spent a lot of effort."

Sherlock did not approach Little Barty, who had completely lost his ability to move, but asked softly.

"I really want to know why, your father, who has always been stern and selfless, is willing to help you escape from that prison? If he really cared, he wouldn't have arrested you in the first place. Prison."

Little Barty didn't respond to him, lying on the ground like a real dead person, only a heavy panting sounded.

Sherlock ignored his silence and moved on to the next question.

"I also really want to know, why is such an old-fashioned person like Batty teach you such a son who treats a thief as his father, or is it your mother's problem?"

After hearing him finish this question, Little Barty suddenly roared.

"Shut your mouth, bastard!"

Sherlock raised his eyebrows, he didn't care about his insults at all, but showed a clear smile on his face.

"I can probably guess that you have a strict father and a doting mother. Unfortunately, the end result of this is often only to teach a son who is a jerk."

Little Barty struggled to get up from the ground to hold the wand that he had thrown before, as if he had been touched by the reverse scale.

But his injuries are very serious now, and he has tried hard for a long time, but he can't support himself with his elbows.

Sherlock looked at him coldly.

"You respect your own mother, so why do you insult other people's mothers? Don't worry, I won't grow a dog's mouth like you, and I will only be incompetent except for spitting out some stinky things from it clamoring."

"But there are some truths that your biological parents didn't tell you, but I want to tell you clearly. The reason why people are human is that apart from being able to think independently, what is more important is that human beings have a bottom line called morality, while animals No."

"I never believe that animals can use great principles to convince adults. The only way to treat animals is to cut their flesh. They kneel down and beg for mercy, and they are in pain and despair. Finally, the tip of the knife is pierced into their hearts. Just like trampling pests to death, eradicate them from the world. This is the best way to treat animals, and only in this way can people who have been hurt by these animals get some comfort."

"I never feel that my behavior is so noble. Killing people is not for the great and just principles of saving the magic world, saving the weak, and saving the desperate. I will resent many people, but most of the time I will control them. Disgusted, after all, the world doesn't revolve around me, I can only represent my own truth."

"But when I really want to kill someone, it's just that I simply think that this person is disgusting, so disgusting that I can't stand it, it's time to let him die."

"It's time for you to die too, Barty Crouch Jr."

Just as Sherlock's last sentence fell, a pitch-black figure rushed out of the shadow of the bushes like a sharp arrow!
Instead of attacking Sherlock, he threw himself directly on Barty Jr. and rolled him out three times.

This distance was just ten meters away from Sherlock, obviously he had calculated it in advance.

The Death Eater who had fled before and turned back now completed these actions, and before his body was still, he waved his wand and said a spell in a rapid voice.

"Apparate!"

The unenclosed space distorted, including him and Batty Jr.

However, what he didn't realize was that the moment he threw himself on Little Barty, countless grasses had turned into sharp steel knives and pierced Little Barty's back, breaking his heart!
All he took away was a broken corpse that still had a warm body temperature.

"Did you just say that bunch of nonsense on purpose?" Silke, who was sitting on the branch, frowned and asked.

　It’s been a long time since the day has passed, and the coding technique is unfamiliar, so I’ll post 6000 first, and there’ll be another chapter in the early morning, stay up late to code

　　
　
(End of this chapter)