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Chapter 224 The Burned Contract

Although Sherlock didn't mention Barty's question, he told Kingsley about the leading hand.

"I connected the leading hand to one of the escaped wizards, but it only showed the location for a moment and then disconnected. Someone among them should have discovered the problem. The last location was in the northernmost part of Derbyshire. A small town, you can send people to investigate now, but there is a high probability that nothing will be found."

Kingsley was naturally very concerned about Sherlock's words. He immediately went out and ordered two Aurors who could apparate directly to Derbyshire to investigate the situation, and then returned to the interrogation room.

"Where did you get that pulling hand?" He asked with a frown.

Sherlock didn't tell the truth, and spread his hands to find an excuse.

"I bought it from an unknown wizard in Knockdown Alley. You have to hide it from me. I don't want to be accused of reselling black magic items."

Kingsley nodded.

"Even if you are discovered, it's okay. You are doing a serious business for the Ministry of Magic with the black magic item, and no one will hold you accountable."

"After all, you are a civil servant, but your speech is different."

Afterwards, Kingsley simply made a few transcripts for them, and after applying to the higher authorities, Sherlock and Silk were released from the Ministry of Magic.

Coming out of the Ministry of Magic, Sherlock's originally relaxed face gradually became gloomy.

Silke noticed the change in him.

"What happened?"

Sherlock frowned.

"The reason why the pulling hand is listed as a black magic item is not only that the material it is made of requires human hands, but also that the pulling magic attached to this thing is almost impossible to be discovered. But now the connection is broken, which means that someone found little Barty at a glance body problems."

"Being able to have such eyesight means that he has recovered part of his strength." He muttered to himself.

Then he turned to look at Silk.

"You help me go to the Weasley's house to report that I'm safe, and just say that I'm fine, and I'm going to Hogwarts now."

Silk nodded, and used Apparition to leave.

Sherlock didn't stay in place for too long after she left, he came directly to Hogsmeade, and returned to Hogwarts Castle along Hogsmeade.

There is still a week before leaving school, and the castle is very deserted. He walked up the stairs and came directly to the stone monster on the third floor.

"Is Professor Dumbledore in his office now?"

The stone monster didn't make a sound, but was silent for a moment, as if asking someone in the office.

After a few seconds, it jumped aside by itself, revealing a passage for Sherlock to move forward.

Sherlock walked all the way to the end of the spiral staircase, reached the eighth floor and pushed open the door of Dumbledore's office.

Dumbledore was holding a letter at this time, looking at the content of the letter with a serious expression, and his face was relieved after Sherlock came in.

"Hey, I just got the news that there was an accident at the Quidditch World Cup. I was wondering if you would come to see me today, but now you are here."

Sherlock was not as relaxed as he appeared. He restrained the expression on his face so that people could not see what he was thinking at the moment, and sat opposite Dumbledore.

"I saw Barty Crouch Jr. in the audience."

Sherlock's words made Dumbledore's expression solemn, and he put down the letter in his hand, motioning for Sherlock to continue.

"You should know that I mastered a strange magic from my mother's leftovers. I used this magic to find Barty Crouch Jr. in an invisible cloak in the final audience, beside him. And Winky, the Crouch house-elf, with him."

They are all smart people, so there is no need for redundant explanations. Just emphasizing this matter in this way, Dumbledore can hear the problem.

"Barty knew his son was still alive, and kept him hidden." Dumbledore said in a deep voice.

"And the state of little Barty is very wrong. He seems to be controlled by old Barty, and the house elf has been watching him by his side."

"Back in the past, I had a grievance with him, and I always felt that it was not easy for him to come to the World Cup final. I followed him after the game."

"The timing of the chaos was ingenious. Someone was helping Batty Jr. to create a chance to escape. He succeeded in the end. He used a black mark against the sky and rounded up with three masked people."

Dumbledore whispered softly.

"Death Eaters."

"Yes, Death Eaters. They all have tattoos of the Dark Lord's mark on their bodies. Together with those masks, they are Death Eaters who disappeared without being liquidated by the Ministry of Magic after the Dark Lord disappeared."

"They wanted to take little Barty away, I stopped them, and then little Barty recognized me and said my mother's name."

When Sherlock said this, he kept staring into Dumbledore's eyes, and he paused for a moment when he said this.

"He told me something that you have been unwilling to tell me, unknown things."

Dumbledore's eyes were deep, and he seemed to be deliberately avoiding Sherlock's eyes, tapping the tabletop of the desk with his fingers.

"He wanted to piss you off."

"I don't deny this." Sherlock said calmly, "And he succeeded. I was really angry. I was so angry that I even planned to use the Killing Curse, and I did it."

Dumbledore frowned suddenly.

"You killed them with the Killing Curse?"

Sherlock took a deep breath.

"It may be the reason why I used the Death Curse for the first time. The Death Curse I used didn't have the effect of killing people directly. They just kept bleeding and didn't die. When I wanted to escape, I used Transfiguration Killed two."

Hearing what he said, Dumbledore's brows stretched, and he looked at Sherlock with complicated eyes, but the most emotion was relief.

"Black magic, especially the three Unforgivable Curses, requires the user to have infinite malice in order to use it successfully. Compared with the other two spells, the Killing Curse is even more so. I am very glad that although you were excited by him, your heart Very angry but still didn't use that spell Sherlock."

"What will happen if it's used?" Sherlock asked flatly.

"Nothing, black magic is very dangerous, but its erosion of people's thoughts cannot be achieved instantly." Dumbledore's voice was calm but extremely dignified, "Many wizards, after using the Killing Curse for the first time, They will all be immersed in the pleasure of being able to deprive others of their lives at will, and they will start to use the killing spell unscrupulously, and it is at this time that black magic has eroded their minds."

Sherlock understood what Dumbledore said, but he thought of more.

When using the Patronus Charm with hundreds of wands, the excessive positive emotions directly and completely infected him and affected his thinking.

If he were to use the hundreds of Death Curse tonight, what would the negative emotions that would come back make him look like?
He didn't think about it deeply, but he became vigilant, and tried not to use multiple wands to cast spells to touch the Unforgivable Curse like the Killing Curse.

"I want to know if what he said is true?" Sherlock stared into Dumbledore's eyes and calmly asked the reason for his trip.

"Caught by Voldemort, tortured into a madman, and then set back."

Dumbledore was silent.

He and Sherlock looked at each other, silent for a long time without making a sound.

After 3 minutes, he sighed and stood up from the chair, pacing around the office, obviously hesitating.

"Did you kill Little Barty later?" He asked an irrelevant question.

"Killed, but I let someone go." Sherlock didn't hide anything, "That Death Eater took Barty's body away, I want to use his body to find the Dark Lord's hiding place now, But as soon as I got a spot, the magic I had set on Barty Jr. was discovered."

Dumbledore didn't seem too surprised by this result.

If Voldemort really had such a good plan, then he wouldn't have such a big influence in the wizarding world.

"Did the Death Eater who escaped recognize you?"

"He called out my identity."

Sherlock's words seemed to make Dumbledore completely determined. He turned and walked towards the wall covered with portraits of previous headmasters, and found a portrait of an elderly and kind witch.

"Dalice, give me that contract."

In the portrait, the kind witch seemed to have taken something out of her robe pocket, and then handed it to Dumbledore through the frame.

That old piece of parchment magically came out of the frame like this, and Dumbledore stretched out his hand to take it in his hand.

Sherlock has been paying attention to Dumbledore's movements. He saw a dozen densely packed names on it, some of which have turned off-white, and some are still the color of dark green ink.

After Dumbledore got the contract, he didn't intend to show it to Sherlock. Instead, he waved his hand and found the Phoenix Fawkes perched on the golden branch behind the door, and handed the parchment to its sharp beak.

"Please, Fox," said Dumbledore softly.

Fox uttered a cry, as if giving some response, it returned to the golden branch with the parchment in its mouth, flapped its wings twice, and then a golden-red flame suddenly appeared on its body!
A distressed bird song sounded.

The flame instantly engulfed Fox's whole body, as well as the piece of parchment!

"That contract can only be destroyed by the flames produced when the phoenix dies. Although Fox hasn't reached the time yet, we can only trouble him to advance his nirvana."

Dumbledore looked at Fawkes, who had turned into a fireball, and explained softly to Sherlock.

(End of this chapter)