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Chapter 223 What Did You Bring Back!
Sherlock looked up at Silk who was still sitting on the branch, a helpless smile appeared on his indifferent face.

"Can't you say it's my true feelings? Although I did delay it for so long on purpose to give him a chance, some words are also sincere."

"Also, didn't I tell you to stay with the Weasleys well, why did you come here by yourself?"

Silk looked up at the bright starry sky.

"Star shift, I know where to wait to help you."

Sherlock followed her and looked up at the starry sky, but he didn't see any signs.

His lack of magical knowledge is about divination, and the most complicated aspect of divination is undoubtedly astrology divination, which is also deeply related to astronomy.

He shook his head, his face froze for a moment, and then he showed a tricky smile.

"found it!"

Hans felt his heart was about to jump out of his chest.

He tightly hugged Little Barty, who seemed to be in a coma, in his arms, resisting the discomfort caused by using Apparation in an emergency, his face and the entire upper body were covered with blood.

But he didn't dare to complain, he didn't even dare to curse the pain out loud.

In the room where Hans' apparition landed, there were countless people wearing black robes and masks, hiding in the shadows in the corners. When he landed, there were countless pairs of eyes staring at them.

He was still spitting blood out of his mouth, but he still threw himself on the ground. While putting down little Barty, he knelt down on the ground facing the sofa chair whose back was facing them.

"Owner!"

He risked his life to save little Barty, of course not because of the deep friendship between Hans and him as a colleague, it was purely because if he didn't do this, he would be the only one left to return to his life in the end, and the final result would also be escaped. But a dead word.

Only by rescuing little Batty can it be considered an atonement.

Standing next to the sofa chair, a pudgy, mouse-like wizard carefully turned the sofa chair to the front.

And in the whole room, none of these villains who used to show off their power in the magic world dared to raise their heads and look directly at the one sitting on the chair, the existence that was now in a state of neither human nor ghost.

Hans didn't dare to raise his head either. He pressed his bloody forehead to the ground and repeated what happened in a hoarse voice.

"We had already connected with Crouch, but a professor named Sherlock Forrest in Hogwarts stopped us. The magic he used was very strange and powerful. Charles and the others were all dead. There I ended up desperately trying to get Crouch back."

The person on the sofa chair said in a cold and rare voice with a touch of gentleness.

"Little Barty, we meet again, why don't you dare to look up at your master?"

The little Barty lying on the ground was silent, and the people in the room were still amazed at his boldness at first, but soon they realized something was wrong.

Where Little Barty was lying, scarlet blood was continuously flowing out from under his body, and it quickly gathered into a big pool!

"Wormtail!" The icy voice was so cold that it felt like falling into an ice cave, "Go and see him, what's wrong with him."

With a pale face, Peter trotted to little Batty's side, stretched out his hand to check his breath, then his body trembled, and then he turned his whole body over, and saw the big bloody hole in his heart behind him!
"He, he, he is dead! Master."

After Peter stammered out these words, everyone present could not help but tremble.

Hans, who was kneeling on the ground, collapsed directly on the ground, just murmured in disbelief.

"impossible, impossible"

The man on the sofa chair didn't respond to this, he was still staring at little Barty's body!

Of course, he wasn't grieving over the death of his servant. Even the most loyal servant was just a useful tool for him, not worth it. In this way, no one in the world deserved to let him show other emotions.

Just like that, he looked at little Batty's body, and no one around him dared to make a sound, even breathing as lightly as possible, not daring to disturb the deep thinking of the demon king.

"What did you bring back!" He seemed to have finally seen something, his cold tone was mixed with fury, "This corpse is connected with a leading hand! Our position is exposed!"

Suddenly, the countless Death Eaters in the room were in an uproar!
"Immediately burn Little Barty's body! Take out the memory of this waste and kill him! Then transfer! Quick!"

"Yes! Master."

Peter ferociously raised his wand and pointed it at Hans who was curled up on the ground, not daring to resist, but only daring to keep begging.

"Legislasia!"

Not long after, the fire ignited, enveloping the entire small building, as well as the two corpses lying in the room.

Sherlock and Silk had just returned to the location where the dead bodies of the two Death Eaters were.

More than 20 employees of the Ministry of Magic were surrounded from all directions.

Apparently Sherlock's hundreds of exploding spells caught their attention, and it's belatedly now.

"Sherlock!"

The staff of the Ministry of Magic who rushed here obviously had many acquaintances that Sherlock knew, Kingsley, Mr. Weasley, and several other familiar faces they had seen at the Order of the Phoenix party. name.

But even if some of them are not low in status, they are not considered to be the highest among the people who came.

The director of the Department of International Magical Cooperation, Barty Crouch looked pale, as if he was nervous about something.

His performance like this is not outstanding among the staff of the Ministry of Magic, and most of the others also have scary faces.

The dark mark that lit up in the sky just now made all the wizards who saw it think of something bad.

"Mr. Forrest, and the lady next to you, you better explain everything you have experienced!"

When Sherlock was working at Auror Command, Barty Sr. hadn't even moved out of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, so of course he recognized him.

However, it can be heard from the tone of voice that Sherlock, a small employee of the Auror headquarters, naturally would not have any friendship with the director of the first division, and the two of them only knew each other.

Except for Mr. Weasley, Kingsley and a few people who were old acquaintances with Sherlock, none of them put down their wands and still aimed straight at him.

The appearance of the Mark of the Black Demon made everyone present very nervous. They expected to catch the person who released the mark immediately and force him to say that the use of such mark magic was just to mess up the situation, not for anything else. The reason why I can't even think about it.

Faced with such a battle, Sherlock's face remained unchanged. He squinted his eyes and turned his head to look at Old Barty.

"Do you really want me to tell you everything I've found here? This has a lot to do with you, Director Crouch."

Old Batty's eyes were obviously flustered for a moment, but he still said forcefully.

"What can it have to do with me!"

Sherlock stared at him blankly, and said suddenly.

"Your son is dead."

Old Batty trembled all over, his face twitching uncontrollably.

Those around me who heard this sentence from him were all inexplicable.

Everyone present knew that Batty Sr.'s son had died in Azkaban a long time ago. Now that Sherlock mentioned this sentence for no reason, what does it mean to expose people's scars?
"Everyone knows that my son is dead long ago!"

Old Batty suppressed it as much as possible, and the others didn't notice, but Sherlock could clearly hear his unstoppable trembling voice.

He smiled lightly, didn't say anything more about little Barty, but said.

"While watching the Quidditch World Cup final, I noticed a few strange people in the viewing stands."

When Sherlock said this, under his control magic perception, he could clearly feel the muscles of old Batty's whole body tense up.

"I have been following them secretly since I came out of the arena, and finally came here. When those riots happened, these people also found me and attacked me. I killed two of them in order to protect myself, and the rest The two let them escape."

He truthfully recounted the whole process, but didn't mention Barty Jr. again.

The staff of the Ministry of Magic looked at each other, and of course they would not just let Sherlock and Silk leave, but would take them to the Ministry of Magic to take notes.

Kingsley accompanied Sherlock and the others to the magic, while Old Crouch stayed at the scene with the others.

Tremblingly, he walked to the two horribly battered and battered corpses, and beside him was an Auror who was seriously taking notes.

"Preliminary analysis shows that the fatal spell is Transfiguration. It first traps, and then transforms into a sharp weapon to pierce people through. The potholes on the scene are the effects of the explosion spell. Visually, it is extremely powerful. At least [-] wizards jointly used it together. Effect."

Old Batty didn't listen to what he was saying, he just gritted his teeth and waved the wand in his hand, magically removing the masks from the faces of the two dead bodies.

Those were two bloodless faces, both from well-known pure-blood families in the British magic world, but they didn't have that familiar face.

Old Batty breathed a sigh of relief immediately, the expression on his face returned to calm, and he didn't know what to think in the gloomy eyes.

At this time, Sherlock certainly had nothing to be embarrassed about in the Auror Command, and the person who took his notes and asked for relevant details was Kingsley.

It was just a brief record, and the incident was characterized as Sherlock's reasonable self-defense counterattack.

Sherlock didn't tell him anything about Barty Jr., and Silk also kept silent about this matter.

　[-] o'clock in the morning, well, on time
　　
　
(End of this chapter)