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Chapter 257
That silver crow is the same as the other patron saint crows, there doesn't seem to be any difference.

But it did ignore those black crows that were naturally hindered by the Patronus Charm, and flew straight to Federico who was in the center of the crows!

Just when he was within three meters of the straw man, he only needed one breath to touch the crown on its head.

The huge, but extremely flexible straw man suddenly raised the rusty sickle in his hand, and pointed it at the flying crow.

"Shh!"

It was like an ordinary scythe in the hands of a farmer who had just harvested the wheat in the field, slashing down without hesitation, the speed was completely unavoidable for that silver crow!
However, just above the Silver Crow where the seemingly unsharp blade of the scythe fell, less than ten centimeters away, a faint blue light suddenly flashed on the Silver Crow!
The rusty sickle was firmly blocked by the Iron Armor Curse, but under that huge force, the moment the blade and the blue mask were in a stalemate, countless dense spider webs appeared on the protection formed by the spell. The rift!
Silver Crow didn't hesitate either, he immediately made a decision and lifted the deformation on his body.

Sherlock's figure reappeared in this space!
He didn't choose to retreat, but leaned forward against the Iron Armor Curse that was about to break with a clear "click" sound above his head, and stretched his right arm!

In the next second, at the same time that the Iron Armor Curse was completely shattered, Sherlock's hand had already touched Fiddlesticks' head, the blood-stained crown!

The straw man let out a loud scream, and Sherlock grabbed the icy crown with all his strength, trying to grab it off Fiddlesticks' head with all his strength!
But the crown seemed to grow on the straw man's body, no matter how hard Sherlock tried, he couldn't move the crown at all!
At this moment, Fiddlesticks couldn't care less about confronting the patron saints who had gradually become weaker and might dissipate at any moment. Its body retreated suddenly, and Xia Xia, who was holding on to the crown with one hand, never let go. Locke retreated to the darkest place together.

Sherlock, who had already expected it and tried to use control magic before, but failed to take the crown from its head, also completely saw at this time that there was almost no way to separate the two.

So, he didn't continue to hold on to the crown tightly, but quietly put a magic wand that appeared in his hand into the center of the crown.

Then before the sickle waved towards his body, he let go of his hand, and the whole person rolled in a black cloud of crows, and finally returned to Professor McGonagall and the others in a very embarrassed state.

Sherlock's complexion was very poor at this time, showing an abnormal gray overall.

Those black crows that can fight against the patron saint, although they can't directly cause obvious damage to the human body, will continue to erode people's spirits, so that Sherlock, who just went back and forth among the crows, looks listless .

"The established plan is no longer feasible, we can only choose an alternative plan." He said in a deep voice.

Hearing what he said, the expressions on the faces of the four deans and the five people, including Silk, suddenly became extremely dignified.

But the resolution had been collectively passed ahead of time, and none of the deans showed any hesitation at this time.

They all put their wands up in front of them and nodded at Sherlock.

And after throwing Sherlock out of him, Fiddlesticks completely let go of all the restraints at this time!

It brought a group of crows around it like a dark cloud, held up the sickle in its hand, crushed the patron saints of the doe, mole, and crow, and moved towards Sherlock with an unstoppable momentum. They rushed over to where they were!

Sherlock's face was solemn, facing the straw man who was less than ten meters away, he uttered an obscure spell that he had never used before.

The next moment, hidden on Fiddlesticks' head, the tip of the wand in the center of the crown suddenly lit up with a handful of cold orange flames!

The flame was very similar to the flame in the kerosene lamp that Fiddlesticks was holding, but it was even more daunting after looking at it. The evil in that small flame made everyone who saw it Everyone shuddered!

Fiercefire, a dark magic spell of undeniable evil.

There is almost nothing that it cannot burn, and it is extremely difficult to be controlled by people. Even those who release it have a high chance of being backlashed by it.

It does not belong to the Unforgivable Curses, but sometimes it is much more terrifying than the Unforgivable Curses!
After all, even the Killing Curse cannot kill an entire city, and the Fierce Fire Curse has such power.

The second the flame burst from the tip of the wand, it set fire to the wand that Sherlock had released from hiding on the straw man's head.

For high-level black magic like Fiercefire Curse, Sherlock has no way to release it directly with control magic, so he has to use a wand.

The burning wand seemed to be the most perfect accumulator, expanding the Fiercefire, which had only a pinch of small flames at first, and then contaminating the blood-stained crown!

Fiddlesticks, who was waving his scythe, also stopped his forward movement at this time, and it let out a howl of extreme pain, as if the crown was really connected to it!
The blood-like light shone on the surface of the crown, as if it was trying its best to resist the infection of Fiendfyre, but its resistance like this was completely futile.

The Fiendfire, which had already burned to the size of a bonfire on top of the straw man's head, completely wrapped it inside!

The scream of the straw man made Professor McGonagall frown, but they still didn't intend to let go of the wand and cover their ears.

But at this moment, a burst of black mist suddenly emerged from the crown, but Fiercefire was relentless towards it, like a poisonous snake finding its prey, and entangled it tightly, as if it was about to kill it with one bite. It gives swallow stomach posture!
"Sherlock Forrest!!!"

Most of the black mist that had been engulfed by Fiendfire suddenly turned into a human face on the upper half, and he screamed out Sherlock's name.

"It's not over yet! You'll see! It's far from over!!!"

When he uttered the last syllable, the orange fire engulfed him completely, and then spread downwards!

Federico rolled desperately on the ground, trying to extinguish the flames on his body, but its behavior was in vain!

(End of this chapter)