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Chapter 248 The Dilapidated Crown

While using the hundreds of Patronus Charms, Sherlock began to take out bottle after bottle of sadness potion from his pocket.

He tried his best to suppress it, and that joyful emotion returned him explosive positive emotions, controlled his urge to dance in place, and kept pouring medicine into his mouth.

The amount of sadness potion that Sherlock has stored with him is about three times that of the first time he used the Patronus Charm to suppress positive emotions.

But this time, the number of crows he summoned was also slightly more than twice the number last time.

So he strictly controlled the dosage of the grief potion, preferring to use less than to drink too much.

Because after drinking more, the negative emotional impact on him will be even greater, and it will cause very troublesome problems for subsequent spellcasting.

Silver-white crows surrounded Sherlock, sprinkled under the silver light. At this time, he finally saw the whole picture of the room.

This is a square as big as two football fields, and the whole room is square, like a space left by cutting a rectangle.

And the straw man with a lantern in one hand and a sickle in the other was standing at the far corner of the room.

The moment the group of crows appeared, it let out an extremely ear-piercing roar!
The next moment surrounded by crows, Sherlock waved his hand in the direction of the straw man without hesitation.

The silver-white crows swarmed and croaked!

Probing is probing, but if Fiddlesticks is really so brainless and comes to find him again after he hasn't made any progress compared to last year, then probing will become a killer!

But just when the silvery white sun formed by the flock of crows was about to touch the straw man, a blood-like brilliance flickered for a moment.

Then the screaming stopped abruptly, and the boundless darkness spread from it again, launching the most intense confrontation with the silver-white crows that had invaded so far!

The dead, gloomy, dilapidated atmosphere is entangled with hope, happiness, and positive brilliance.

At this time, Sherlock finally saw clearly what the darkness that erupted from the straw man was.

That is also a group of crows!
A group of black crows with blood-colored eyes!

The black and silver crows collided together, and the black and silver were intertwined, as if they were drawing an ink painting together.

But black obviously has the upper hand. After the black crows and silver crows are offset, they can be supplemented in numbers immediately, but the number of silver crows full of positive emotions is constantly decreasing!

Right away, Sherlock discovered the problem.

Compared with before, the straw man holding a lamp in one hand and a sickle in the other has a dilapidated crown on his head!

A steady stream of newborn crows also appeared from the crown, which didn't seem like it had its own power at all.

The expression on Sherlock's face became serious, and he controlled a small part of the wand to wave it again, but this time the spell was a new black magic he had learned.

"Shen Feng has no shadow."

The spell learned from the magic notebook that Snape threw to him on the first day of school was undoubtedly extremely powerful, comparable to the Explosive Curse.

In addition to the effect of multiple magic wands, the advantages of this magic wand itself are infinitely magnified!
More than a dozen invisible sharp blades appeared in the air, and then swept across the entire distance in an instant, like a teleportation of apparition, directly appearing in the middle of the black and silver intertwined crows!

However, none of the black crows were affected by this spell, just like a knife blade cutting through the water, only a faint ripple was produced, and finally it slashed on the wall of the room, leaving a dozen deep scars. of knife marks.

These crows also ignore normal spells, and the only thing that can fight them is the Patronus spell.

But even with such an exaggerated number of patron saints summoned by Sherlock, it will soon be wiped out by it, and the entire crow flock not only does not decrease, but keeps flying out of the crown, more and more More black crows gather together.

The Silver Crow, who was originally on the offensive side, is now suppressed to become the defensive side, and there is obviously a risk of collapsing at any time!
And at this time, the straw man didn't just stand there in a daze. At this time, it had already raised its sickle, and the other hand was swinging the broken kerosene lamp like a meteor hammer. With legs woven of dry branches, he rushed towards Sherlock!

Sherlock, who seemed helpless, didn't panic, he calmly waved his hand again, controlled the wand to raise again, and cast the Patronus Charm for the second time without hesitation!
"Call God Guard!"

The silver light flickered again, and even if the crows hadn't formed yet, they had already blocked the straw man who was less than ten steps away from Sherlock.

At the same time, he poured all the remaining sadness potions in his pocket into his stomach without hesitation. The amount is definitely not enough, but it is better to suppress some emotional feedback than to suppress it at all.

Hundreds of silver-white crows circled around Sherlock again, but this time he didn't control them to attack actively, but retreated in the direction of the exit of the back room.

Sherlock's alma mater is Ravenclaw, not Gryffindor. Of course, he won't be in the dark. Now that he knows that the straw man has the support to fight against him, he has no intention of fighting hard.

He is not the only one in this castle. After getting the information, it is the best policy to find out the information about the crown and find a way to deal with it.

Although there was no brain in Fiddlesticks' head made of straw, it was obviously not a fool, and it was clear what Sherlock's intention was.

The black crows kept pouring out of the crown, tearing a hole in the protective net formed by the silver crows. It was very difficult to move forward, but it was still approaching Sherlock step by step!
Sherlock's retreat speed was not slow either. When Federico was close to him for five meters and moved two or three steps forward, and the scythe could touch him, he had already reached the edge of the entrance to the Room of Requirement.

There was an uncontrollable smile on his face, and a faint light flashed in those eyes that were filled with excitement from the emotional feedback of the Patronus Charm.

Just as he was about to escape from the Room of Requirement, Federico rushed forward screaming and swung his scythe high.

The silver crows around Sherlock suddenly changed from defensive to offensive, and suddenly charged at the straw man's body!
"boom!"

There was a sound of heavy objects hitting, and Federik's huge straw body flew backwards, and countless straws flew down from its body at the same time!
(End of this chapter)