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Chapter 308 Legilimency
benefit?

If Skeeter was twenty years younger, he might suspect that Sherlock was hinting at her at this time.

But she is now in her 40s. Although she thinks that she takes good care of herself, it is really hard to say if it is really good for Sherlock or if she took advantage of it.

What's more, the female teacher in the garden last night, Skeeter has seen so many witches in the wizarding world, and she dare not say that any one can compare with her in appearance, and she doesn't think Sherlock will Take a fancy to such an old and half-old witch.

So even if she thinks about it with her shorthand quill that likes to talk nonsense, she can figure it out. The benefits that Sherlock said are definitely not simple things.

She was silent for a moment, before speaking after more than ten seconds.

"What do you want? Garen? Or let me help you speak more in the news?"

These are the only benefits she can think of. After all, as long as people want it, isn't there only power and profit?

However, Sherlock tapped the tabletop of the desk lightly with his knuckles, looked at her and asked with squinted eyes.

"Are you well-informed in the wizarding world?"

Hearing his question, Skeeter suddenly became alert.

It suddenly occurred to her that apart from rights, there are other more profitable things in her body.

The insect form of the Animagus provided her with the convenience of eavesdropping on other wizards' secrets, and she was well aware that some secrets could be exposed and others could not.

Those lace news can attract the attention of the public, but they won't offend the real powerful people too much, but once some things are spread, whether she, Rita Skeeter, can see the sun the next day will matter. Or two words.

Skeeter laughed dryly twice.

"Also, I'm not very well-informed. I just know some insignificant little things. You know, those big families will hide their real secrets very deeply, and they won't tell them easily."

"You don't have to be nervous." Sherlock said calmly, "I don't want to get someone else's handle from you, I just want to ask you about a place."

Skeeter breathed a sigh of relief, but her spirit was still tense.

"Where?"

"The Crouch family's ancestral home, do you know where it is?"

Sherlock stared at her eyes, those bland eyes seemed to be able to see through people's hearts, at the same time a crow with black feathers and red pupils suddenly appeared on Sherlock's shoulder, the scarlet eyes revealed a void with indifference.

One person and one bird just looked at Skeeter like this, making her mind in a trance for a while.

"I seem to have heard of it. Devon County, where pure-blood families gather, during the Witch Hunting Movement, they moved to that place in a group. Crouch's family should also be there."

Sherlock's voice was very soft, as if with some kind of inducement.

"What about the specific location? Where is it in Devon? Don't worry, it's not a secret that can't be told. It's not important, but as long as you tell me, I can help you hide your things."

Skeeter's voice also became a little intermittent, like a sleeping person talking in his sleep.

"Devon no. I don't know exactly where it's in Devon. No one ever mentions it."

A look of disappointment appeared on Sherlock's face, and then Fiddlesticks, who stood on his shoulder to help him catalyze the effect of Legilimency, also turned into countless black lines and disappeared into the air.

At this moment, Skeeter, who had been drowsy, suddenly widened her eyes. She looked at Sherlock with a look of horror, her arms were subconsciously hugged together, and she took several steps back until she was close to the back. to the corner.

"You're using Legilimency on me! It's illegal!"

"Of course, this level is not considered insanity." Sherlock said nonchalantly, "Although I have been studying this magic recently, I am still not proficient in it, especially if I don't use a wand."

When he said this, his voice suddenly paused, and then he showed Skeeter a smile that made her hair stand on end.

"By the way, why am I explaining this to you? Even if I really used Dementor just now and violated the law of magic, do you think I might let you, an insider, leave alive?"

Skeeter's body trembled uncontrollably, she looked at Sherlock helplessly, but the pleading on her lips could no longer be uttered.

Looking at her now, Sherlock couldn't help showing a sneer on his face.

That's the way people like her are.

Gentlemen can bully them, and Rita Skeeter is targeting most people with high moral standards, strength or ability but will not violate the rules because of her actions, just as disgusting as flies people.

She did it to Dumbledore, she did it to Harry, Sherlock didn't know it, and she did it to Hagrid afterwards.

But Sherlock himself is not that kind of person.

To deal with a bad guy, you have to be worse than him, so when he is about to kill someone, he will be merciless, such as killing Barty Jr.

It's the same with Skeeter, except that this woman seems to be unafraid of power, but she is actually a typical bully.

"Don't worry, if you kill you, I'll be all over the place, I won't do it."

Sherlock's soft-spoken voice did not give Skeeter a sense of security. Now if she is given another chance to choose again, she will never have any intersection with this young professor again!

"But until the end of the Triwizard Tournament, it's better for you not to come out to make trouble again, honestly turn back into a beetle, stay with me, and I will naturally let you go back after the game is over."

Skeeter had absolutely no bargaining power, so he could only do what Sherlock said.

Regarding this unscrupulous reporter, Sherlock has not yet figured out how to solve it, but this semester is such a special period, she must not be allowed to make trouble again.

After that, let's wait until the matter is over.

After dealing with Skeeter, Sherlock still didn't rest.

He paced back and forth in the office for a while, then suddenly stopped, opened the door and walked out of the room.

It was already past three o'clock in the morning, and it was the darkest time of night, and the entire castle was silent.

Sherlock didn't stay in the castle, he went straight out the door, and walked into the Forbidden Forest alone.

In this way, he kept going, and finally stopped in a clearing.

There are two tombs in the center of this open space, one has been dug up, and the other has a stone tablet engraved with the name of the owner of the tomb—【Eddie Butler】.

(End of this chapter)