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Chapter 258 Remember to go to bed early

The Scarecrow figure is simply the coagulated entity of this dark magical creature named Fiddlesticks.

Its true form is actually just a mass of black matter without any shape!

After Fiendfire completely burned its body, it returned to its original state and rushed towards the entrance of the Room of Requirement extremely quickly.

It wants to escape!
But Professor McGonagall, who had been prepared for a long time, of course would not give it this chance.

"Call God to protect you!"*4.

The doe and the mole regrouped in this space, and at the same time, a bright silver tabby cat and a platypus-like Patronus also appeared.

Their speed was much faster than that group of black shadows, and they stopped it directly in front of the entrance of the Room of Response, and then a corner of an animal grabbed the four sides and pulled it away like a big pie!

On the side, there was no movement at all, even Silk, who was waiting for this moment, did not hesitate at all, took out four small square boxes from his pocket, combined them together under the control of the spell and moved towards the being pulled. A flat black shadow covered it.

All the surrounding darkness suddenly disappeared like sewage that had been pumped into the drain.

Federico's body was divided into quarters by Silk and locked up, which could greatly reduce its ability to resist.

But although the ultimate purpose of their trip had been accomplished, the matter had not yet been resolved.

The fiendish fire that had completely incinerated the remaining solid straw man began to spread on the ground of the Room of Requirement. It showed no sign of stopping, as if it was going to swallow the entire room!
In this situation, Sherlock and the others had expected it long before they prepared this alternative plan, and the Fiendflame Curse was basically uncontrollable.

But this kind of black magic is not like the unforgivable curse, after all, it has no solution, but it needs to be very troublesome to cast spells to control it.

Looking at the still expanding Fiendfire, Professor McGonagall and the other four deans raised their wands, as did Sherlock and Silk.

The silver Patronus Charm had dissipated, but at this moment, the tips of the wands of the six of them were shining with ice blue light together.

They surrounded the Fiendfire, looked at each other, and then thrust their wands into the ground together!

"All curses end!"

A blue circle was formed around the six magic wands, and the faint blue flame rose up with it, firmly sealing the orange fire in the middle!

The blue flame was constantly compressing the burning range of the yellow flame, and quickly squeezed it to the size of a bonfire at the beginning.

Fiendfire seemed to have its own consciousness. It was extremely angry at the moment, and it kept transforming into ferocious beasts like snakes, wolves, tigers, and leopards trying to break through the blue cage.

But in the end, it could only be worn down in the unwilling and failed resistance again and again, and it didn't take long for it to return to the state of a small flame summoned by the magic wand, and then it was completely crushed out.

The Room of Response became quiet again, only the heavy panting of Sherlock and the six people was very clear.

Before they came, they all thought that the matter would be resolved satisfactorily, but after all the hidden dangers were really eliminated, they all felt as if they had passed away
Several professors looked at each other, and Sherlock suddenly laughed.

"In the end we extinguished Fierce Flame. Its resentful and struggling appearance made me feel like a scumbag."

As soon as he said this, several professors around him also laughed out loud.

Even though Professor McGonagall, who had always been serious, had a smile on her face, she still spoke seriously.

"Black magic like Fiercefire Curse itself has the idea of ​​devouring the Lord, so we didn't do anything wrong."

"Okay, I know Professor McGonagall, but we are not in a classroom now, and we are not discussing any knowledge of transfiguration."

Sherlock waved his hand and said.

The atmosphere became more relaxed, and even Silk, who was holding the four wooden boxes containing Fiddlesticks, showed a slight smile on his lips.

They walked out of the Room of Requirement together. Professor McGonagall and the others said that they were old and hadn't slept until now. They were already very tired, so they separated on the eighth floor and went back to their bedroom to sleep.

However, Sherlock and Silke did not separate at this time, and they returned to Sherlock's own office together.

Along the way, Silk had deliberately suppressed the smile on his face, and when facing Sherlock, he still had the same straight face at the beginning.

Of course, Sherlock knew that she was trying to show her face on purpose, to show that she was still angry. At this time, as an elder and a gentleman, he would naturally take the initiative to step down.

"My fault, I'm guilty, there are a lot of lovely, beautiful and generous Miss Vera, please calm down, okay?"

In fact, Silk has always told himself in his heart not to let Sherlock just talk about it like this, but in fact he was deceived by an apology without sincerity and without change.

But knowing is knowing, and reminding is also reminding. Seeing Sherlock's soft and slippery suit, she couldn't help curling her lips and laughing. Soon she realized that she couldn't let Sherlock go so easily. He straightened his face again.

"I'm cold, paralyzed, blind, and I can't speak, and I'm not cute at all."

Sherlock raised an eyebrow.

"Nonsense! You can't say that about yourself next time. Besides, the more you say that, the cuter you will be."

Silk's fair and tender cheeks were slightly flushed.

"Did you say that to many girls?"

Sherlock looked startled.

"How can I have so many nieces to coax?"

"..."

Silk, who was about to be unable to hold on to her failure, now doesn't have to hold on anymore. She gritted her teeth and pursed her lips tightly, as if she wanted to scold Sherlock. With her usually taciturn vocabulary, But he couldn't swear a suitable word, so he finally bit Sherlock's arm!
"Ah! You are so sloppy! It hurts! Let go! I was wrong! I was really wrong! Let go!!!"

Sherlock screamed miserably, which made Silk, who was really determined to bite hard, feel a little unbearable, and finally let go of his arm.

In fact, she was not very strong at first, and she didn't bite Sherlock too painfully. Sherlock just shouted exaggeratedly on purpose, so that Silk could calm down more.

The anger had indeed dissipated, but now Silke, who was rekindled, put the four wooden boxes sealed with Fiddlesticks on Sherlock's desk with a cold face, and then remained silent. Then turned and left the office.

Looking at her back, Sherlock rubbed his bitten arm while reminding him.

"Remember to go to bed early."

(End of this chapter)