Chapter 132 "Dance With Me"

Silk's Patronus Charm, which has been formed, has been interrupted. The light of the lamp reflected on her face, making her seem to have fallen into her deepest fear again. She froze in place; the scarecrow raised his sickle high, waving it down like it was about to harvest its own crops.

"Protego!"

In the darkness, hundreds of wands were swung, and an invisible barrier formed between Silk and the scarecrow before the sickle was swung. 

Sherlock's scythe and the Protego Charm collided. The enormous power directly cracked the layer of the spell. It raised the scythe again, and Sherlock pulled Silk away behind him.

Taking advantage of the Protego Charm, Sherlock waved his wand again, and hundreds of wands around him also waved at the same time. At this time, he waved the wand in his hand, and hundreds of wands would move the same way as his motion.

"Expecto Patronum!"

Countless silver strands illuminate the space. The light is trying its best to fight against the darkness. The strands are trying to condense into a powerful figure. But it seems that the whole world is blocking its form, preventing the completion of its final form.

The scarecrow stopped waving the scythe to break the Protego Charm and shook the lamp, and the scarlet light seemed to overflow from its eyes. The roaring, hoarse, and treacherous roar could be heard.

"You're not him, Sherlock. You're not him." 

However, its words did not shake Sherlock in the slightest. He controlled the wands around him and gathered the silver strands together. The dazzling silver strands cut through all the darkness, and many crows suddenly appeared in this room.

The crows spread hope, happiness, and all positive emotions. The lamp in the scarecrow's hand was extinguished, and countless straws fell from it. A shrill scream resounded in this enclosed space, and flocks of crows shone with silver-white light around it. 

Straw fell from its body. It felt a sense of fear, did not dare stay in this place any longer, and ran desperately towards the door. But the Patronus summoned by Sherlock wouldn't let it go so easily.

The crows formed a dense net, blocking the door, and the scattered silver strands had completely taken over, suppressing the darkness in the entire room. The straw on it had all fallen off, and only a thin rag was left hanging.

It was still roaring, but it was more like a cry of despair. The scarecrow was blocked; it quickly reversed its direction, and its scarlet eyes flashed while running toward Sherlock.

Sherlock's face was calm. It constantly directed the crows to stand in front of its path, but it didn't seem to care. It passed through hundreds of crows and rushed down in front of Sherlock.

Just when it used all of its strength, the scarecrow swung the sickle in its hand. Silk was awakened by the joy and hope in the room, quickly took out a wooden box from her robe, and pinned it on the scarecrow.

In an instant, it was set in place as if it had been petrified, and roars could be heard.

Something was sucked out of the scarecrow's body by the wooden box, and it finally fell silently to the side. After its body fell to the ground, the silver crows flying in the room also dissipated.

The entire room fell completely silent. Sherlock felt like there was something on his neck, but he didn't care because he was satisfied now. It may be because the monster in front of him has been dealt with, the murderer has been caught, or something else.

In short, Sherlock felt that he had never been so happy.

The surrounding torch was lit. There was a light source here, but under the control of the scarecrow, all the torch was covered and absorbed by the darkness. Silk closed the wooden box that fell to the ground, turned her face to Sherlock, and stared at him.

"Who taught you to cast spells that way?" Sherlock was happy to hear her question.

"Good question, Silk." He returned all the wands scattered in the air to his bag.

"Although your question is good, and I'm glad you asked it, this is my family's magic. No matter how good our relationship is, I can't teach you." When talking, Sherlock was about to sing happily, and it seemed that he was in a good mood.

Shilk clearly discovered a problem at this time, "With so many Patronus Charm cast together, you can't bear the emotions it feeds back."

Sherlock also discovered this problem, but he still had nothing to worry about.

"Let's celebrate and dance. Although I may not be able to dance, you can teach me how to do it."

"I think you'd better keep your mouth shut now and let your emotions flow out." She didn't accept his suggestion and said with a cold face.

Regardless of whether she accepted it or not, Sherlock took the initiative to pull her arm, humming the beat, and jumped up. She wanted to break free, but in the end, she didn't resist.

"I suggest you better get some rest." Sherlock led her, turned around like a puppet, and said expressionlessly.

Sherlock's consciousness seemed to have the upper hand on his mind, and he happily said, with a pleasant smile on his face, "Cast a stunning charm on me and take me back to Hogwarts."

He dragged Silk, and she started to move her hand, "Stupefy."

The spell hit Sherlock without Sherlock trying to avoid it. The next moment, his smile was fixed on his face; Sherlock started to fall and leaned on Silk's body. She supported Sherlock with her body and stood quietly for a while as if she were thinking about something.

She slowly reached out and put him on the ground. She didn't take Sherlock away from this place immediately but turned his body to the front and stared at him.

After a long time, Silk seemed to have made a decision. She took off her hood, revealing her face, put her hand on the blindfold ribbon, and untied it. A pair of pale golden eyes could be seen.

Those eyes were revealed, and they matched perfectly on Silk's face. At this moment, she was like the most wonderful art in the world. But in this room, only Sherlock passed out on the ground, and no one else could appreciate this scene.

She stared at Sherlock's face with her own eyes. The fire on the wall was scorching, and nothing was reflected in her eyes.

She saw three-year-old Sherlock squatting alone at his mother's funeral and eleven-year-old he received a letter from Hogwarts in an empty house. She saw him having a girlfriend for the first time when he was fifteen, dumped in less than a month, and seeing him apply for a job in Dumbledore's office after graduating from Hogwarts at eighteen.

Seeing that he failed to apply for a job again, he unexpectedly received a letter of appointment when he came back from the hospital. It was in June of this year that he learned the magic that seemed to control everything for the first time and killed the Basilisk in the Gryffindor common room.

This summer, he was traveling in France with his student. Finally, she saw Sherlock lying on the ground. There was blood trickling down from her eyes, and she watched all the important scenes from Sherlock's life to the present but didn't find what she wanted to see.

Her tone was flat, and she seemed lost, "You're not John."

She wiped the blood from her face and covered those eyes again.

"Maybe John is really dead." She seemed to be talking to herself and also to someone else.

In the end, Silk stood up from the ground and put the box containing the scarecrow back into her pocket. Using the Levitation Charm to suspend Sherlock's body in the air, she grabbed his arm, walked outside the room, and returned.

She didn't notice that there was a golden round locket hanging down from Sherlock's neck. It was something that had never appeared on him before.