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Chapter 256 Patronus

"It turns out that the Room of Requirement has always been in this place."

Standing in front of the wall opposite the tapestry, Professor Flitwick looked thoughtfully at the seemingly empty wall, which was no different from other walls in the castle, and drew out his wand, curiously. Tapped around on the wall.

"Now is not the time to study these, Felius." Professor McGonagall said with a serious expression.

Flitwick took back his wand, and didn't mean to ask for an answer.

Hogwarts Castle has a long history, and there are many strange places like the Slytherin Chamber and the Room of Requirement.

After Professor McGonagall pulled Flitwick away from the wall, Sherlock wandered back and forth in front of the wall three times, summoning the room where Fiddlesticks was hiding.

Before opening the door and officially starting the plan, he seriously confirmed with each professor their own preparations for the last time.

"Professor McGonagall cast a spell on me, Professor Flitwick used a spell to make me approach faster, Professor Sprout and Snape used the Patronus Charm to restrain me, and finally Vera and I finished it."

Speaking of this, he couldn't help but cast another glance at Snape who had been standing beside him in a cold manner.

"Are you sure you're using your Patronus Charm well?"

Snape snorted coldly, and revealed his shortcomings when he opened his mouth.

"Anyway, it won't be like someone who has excessive emotional feedback of the Patronus Charm and becomes so ridiculous."

Sherlock had long been used to the old otaku's poisonous tongue, and didn't care much about it.

Hufflepuff's dean, Professor Sprout, is a good old man recognized by the whole Hogwarts. He also has all the advantages of a normal Hufflepuff badger, and is an absolutely reliable witch.

After receiving confirmation from each headmaster, Sherlock stood in front of everyone, took a deep breath, and put his hand on the doorknob of the Room of Requirement.

The next moment, he opened the door.

I didn't feel any wind blowing, but there was still a cold breath sweeping out from the space behind the door.

Just seeing the darkness behind the door, the expressions of the four deans have become extremely solemn.

With their eyesight, they can clearly see that this darkness is unusual, and every place in it is filled with powerful magic power.

Sherlock didn't step in directly, but controlled the Silver Crow, which had been acting as the guard, and flew into the Room of Response first as a sentinel.

It took him three days to ease his emotional state, and Fiddlesticks, who was hiding here, must have done nothing in these three days.

Even if Sherlock broke up his entity before leaving last time, it wouldn't take so long to regroup by its ability.

The faint silver light illuminated part of the room. After confirming that there was nothing special in the area in front of the door, Sherlock led the four deans and Silk into the room.

And just after Snape, who was the last one, walked into the Room of Requirement, the door behind them was shut with a bang!

The darkness is boundless, as if spreading the entire space.

Even if you have prepared yourself in advance, after being completely in this space, except for Sherlock and Silk, who have already dealt with Fiddlesticks, the heartbeats of the other four deans will unconsciously be half faster. shoot.

At the same time, in the distance, that eerie, dim yellow light that made one feel no warmth was quietly lit up.

For Sherlock and the others, the lighting of this light also represents a signal, a signal for the start of action!

"Call God Guard!"

There was only the sound of a Patronus Charm, which was used by Sherlock.

It's just that this time he remembered Madam Pomfrey's doctor's order, and he didn't release the super-large-scale Patronus Charm with two hundred rounds at once like before.

Instead, only a dozen silver crows emerged from the darkness!

At the moment when Sherlock's family's Patronus Charm came into effect, Professor McGonagall aimed his wand at Sherlock standing directly in front of her with a solemn expression, and uttered an obscure spell.

Afterwards, Sherlock disappeared into the darkness without a trace.

Professor Flitwick, who has always been tense and always ready, did not hesitate at all. Immediately after Sherlock disappeared, he immediately grasped his wand and began to dance around with great movements.

The bright silver light traced brilliant trails across the tip of his staff, but soon, those silver lights disappeared into the darkness, as if they had never appeared before.

And after Flitwick finished all the movements in his hands, the straw man seemed to have noticed something. In the direction where the dim yellow light was lit, there were two soul-stirring scarlet lights flickering in the darkness.

An extremely suppressed and extremely crazy voice roared in this space.

"Xia-luo-ke-!"

However, the only response to it was the sound of two incantations chanted together!
"Call God to protect you!" 2
At the same time as the spell sounded, the silver light illuminated the entire dark space, and then, a silver doe and a silver mole jumped and formed in the air.

When she saw the doe, Professor McGonagall's face obviously became extremely complicated. She turned her head and glanced at Snape. The old bat spirit was expressionless, as if it was protecting her. The god form doesn't care.

Although there was only one Patronus summoned by Snape and Sprout, the scattered silver light was stronger than any of Sherlock's silver crows.

But compared to the crows he summoned before, which consisted of two hundred patron saints, the overall quality was far inferior.

The doe jumping in the air, and the simple and honest mole, together with the dozen or so silver crows that Sherlock had summoned before, rushed towards the direction of the dim yellow light!
The silver light spread over every place covered by the darkness, and the four principals also saw the true face of the straw man clearly at this time.

With a lantern in one hand and a scythe in the other, Fiddlesticks is as tall as Hagrid!

And after those patron saints approached it, a strange scream sounded, and the dilapidated crown on its head suddenly lit up with blood-like scarlet light!

The dense birdsong echoed in the Room of Response, and the pure black crows swarmed out of the crown, colliding with the rushing patron saint without fear!
Just at the moment of contact, the silver light on the doe, mole and silver crow dimmed countless times.

But among the crows summoned by Sherlock, there was only one silver crow, whose brilliance did not weaken at all, and ignored the black crows, and flew straight towards the crown on Fiddlesticks' head!
(End of this chapter)