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Chapter 264 Slavery Contract
Today's dinner ended after Dumbledore preached all the rules.

From Harry, after inquiring all about Sherlock's experience in the castle over the past year and his rumored girlfriend Silk.

Satisfied, Fleur followed other Beauxbaton students, left the auditorium, and returned to the huge carriage that brought them here.

Students from both schools will live in their vehicles while they are at Hogwarts, which saves Hogwarts from having to prepare extra dormitory rooms for them.

After Furong left, Ron returned to normal from the state of being unable to speak a word for a long time like a mallet.

"Vela, she's a Veela!"

Hermione couldn't help rolling her eyes at his excited voice.

"You idiot! Harry told us early on that this girl named Fleur is a mixed-race Veela, with only 1/4 Veela blood in her body."

"She's charming, isn't she?" said Ron enthralled.

Hermione sneered and said with her head held high.

"No matter how beautiful she is, it's none of your business. She already has someone she likes."

Ron blushed instantly.

"I just said that she is good-looking, but I didn't say that I like her."

Then, he hesitated for a long time before asking.

"I just missed something? Did she say who she likes?"

Hermione snorted coldly, squinting at him.

"Anyway, that person is not you, why do you want to know so much?"

Harry didn't intervene in their conversation.

He also had no interest in who Fleur liked, because he was staring at a Ravenclaw black-haired girl and said with a smirk.

"Actually, the girls from Hogwarts are not bad either."

Hermione dismissed the mentality of these two adolescent boys who seemed to be covering up, but in fact, were already evident.

Instead, he turned around and walked towards the Gryffindor lounge in a happy mood with his great discovery tonight.

Also after the dinner, Sherlock and Silk returned to his office together.

They sat at the desk, and Sherlock took out the four wooden boxes containing Fiddlesticks from his pocket with a solemn expression.

"I have found that it has not stopped resisting since it was caught. Even if I can carry it with me, it is impossible to keep alert to it all the time. This is not the way."

Silke looked at the four wooden boxes on the desk, frowned slightly with his pretty brows, and said in a cold voice.

"It is true that it will always resist. In the Department of Mysteries of the German Ministry of Magic, there will be special personnel monitoring it 24 hours a day. It has been like this for the past year."

Sherlock rubbed his forehead with a headache.

"What can we do? None of us can keep an eye on him all day. Or should we return it to your old club in the end?"

Silk looked at the wooden box and then at Sherlock, as if he wanted to say something, but he was concerned about something.

Sherlock saw her struggle, helped him pour a cup of black tea, and said with a smile on his face.

"There is no need to hide anything between us. If you know something and want to say it, don't be shy."

Silk stared at him in silence for a while, and finally spoke slowly.

"Besides divination in the Department of Mysteries, my main function was to watch it. Before I was given this job, I had the right to consult all the research materials about Fiddlesticks."

"And in part of the data, one of the Reticents who guarded and studied it before proposed an idea to completely control Fiddlesticks, which could be controlled by wizards. His experimental target was selected by the German Ministry of Magic at the time. And a special group was set up to conduct research.”

"Because Fiddlesticks' ability is very peculiar, if the Ministry of Magic can completely control it, it will not only be as simple as having one more thug, but also a new research direction in the entire field of mysterious magic. "

"With the support of the entire German Ministry of Magic, coupled with the very clear purpose of the Silent People who studied this aspect at the beginning, they quickly achieved corresponding results. After verifying countless possibilities, paying more than a dozen wizards was paid After Detick swallowed the price as food, these people determined the only feasible plan."

"Taking advantage of its natural fear of the Patronus Charm, it continues to weaken its own power with the Patronus Charm. Signing an unequal contract between the soul of a wizard and Fiddlesticks' own soul is similar to Just like the contract that the wizard made with the house elf, it can only submit to the designated wizard forever and ever, and no thought of resistance can arise."

Hearing Silk's calm narration, Sherlock couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.

"And then? Since Fiddlesticks was able to escape later, it means that their plan was not successful."

Silk nodded and said.

"Theoretical possibility, after all, is only theoretical. A naturally powerful black magic creature like Fiddlesticks is far from as simple as they imagined."

"When they put the theory into action, they discovered that no matter how much they weakened Fiddlesticks with the Patronus Charm, the monster's soul strength was always higher than that of any wizard, and if the wizard's own soul was not as strong as In his situation, if he forcibly signs that kind of slavery contract, the situation will become very bad, and the person who signed the contract will be directly eaten by Fiddlesticks."

"After the entire Department of Mysteries died because of this research, almost only the then-director died, they finally gave up on this plan. They believed that Fiddlesticks had no possibility of being enslaved, Seal up all the data, and no one else has the right to touch the data except for every silent person who is responsible for guarding it."

Having said that, Silk stared at Sherlock's pensive face very solemnly.

"I'm hesitant to tell you about this, not out of concern, but because I don't want you to make such an attempt on it. The German Ministry of Magic has already confirmed that this only Monsters are uncontrollable."

Sherlock didn't respond to her concerns immediately, but felt his unshaven, prickly chin with stubble, and softly repeated what Silk had said just now.

"If the strength of the wizard's soul is higher than it..."

(End of this chapter)