Sherlock has a high magical talent.

Otherwise, even if you rely on the original owner's muscle memory, it would be impossible to reach this level in such a short period of time if your talent is mediocre.

But even if you have super talent and reach Dumbledore's level, you cannot face a very high level, especially the soul magic that is still in a sideways.

This is not a plan that can be completed in a short time, especially since there is no other soul magic to help him understand it by analogy, the difficulty is obviously higher.

So Sherlock was not in a hurry about this matter, he could only do his best. As for whether there would be a good result in the end, it would have to leave it to fate.

After studying the soul magic for an afternoon in the hotel, Sherlock walked out of the room and prepared to go outside for food.

Just as he went out, a young black-haired man with a slightly pale face walked out of the room in the opposite room.

The two looked at each other, then naturally opened their eyes and then left each other.

Sherlock didn't care much about the young man he just met, but just thought it was a passerby he met by chance, so he walked downstairs and went for supper.

But the young man turned and looked at his back after Sherlock turned around and left, and frowned with confusion in his eyes, muttering a name.

“Amy…”

Just as Sherlock left the hotel, a dozen wizards in black robes gathered in a hotel room upstairs in the room where he lived.

Almost every of these wizards had an iron mask on their faces, and were carved with strange patterns, which looked chilling.

In a corner of the room, there were still a pair of Muggles, a big, a small, and a small one. Their faces were full of fear, but they had no breath.

"I hope this is the end of our trip." Bella's hoarse and undulating voice rang in this small room. "I have been entangled with this bug for a long time, and the master has long been impatient!"

There were only two people present without masks, namely Bellatrix Lestrang and her husband's younger brother Rabastein Lestrang.

After Bella finished speaking, a man said in a muffled voice among the masked Death Eaters.

"He can't escape, tonight is when he deserves to die here. The key is the arrangement of the Ministry of Magic..."

"It's very good, Lucius!" Bella showed a hideous smile on her face, "This bug can no longer jump around. We kindly let him live long enough. As for the actions of the Ministry of Magic, it will be tomorrow at most."

Rapastein leaned against the wall, playing with the exquisite wand guards at the tail of the wand.

"Make a big move and attract all the Aurors' gazes."

"How about blowing up this building?" asked loudly from behind the mask.

A harsh laughter sounded in the quiet room.

Bella licked her blood-red lips, and her eyes flashed with an excited and weird light.

"Just joining us, you are still a little unaccustomed to our style, Gower. It's just a building, but it's not big enough... I want to kill all the whole street, all the Muggles!"

......

There was nothing good for dinner. Sherlock has always been not very cold about British food. When he was free, he would make some simple Chinese food at home. Now he can only deal with it casually when he was outside.

After dinner, he did not go back to the hotel immediately, but casually wandered around the street where he had discovered Auror patrolled before, and then walked towards the hotel.

It was eight o'clock and it was completely dark. Because of the economic downturn, Sheffield basically has no nightlife now. She returned home early and was thinking about how to make a living tomorrow.

Just when Sherlock came to the hotel, he, who was in a leisurely mood, suddenly raised his head.

He looked at the hotel lobby, and there was no one inside. There was always someone on duty before, and it was also empty at this time!

Sherlock frowned and noticed something was wrong.

This hotel cannot be said to be the best in Sheffield, but it is not a small hotel. There are many guests who check in and check out every day. Now there is definitely a problem with the scene where the front desk is deserted.

He dispersed his control magic. As long as it was within ten meters, even through the wall, he could observe the surrounding scenes in an alternative way.

Soon he discovered that all the muggles he had stayed on the second floor had disappeared now. The entire hotel seemed to have completely exposed everyone within just over an hour of his meal, and he was the only one left.

Because there was no one, the surroundings seemed extremely quiet. Sherlock's footsteps were very noticeable in the hotel lobby. Such a strange scene would definitely not be a prank or prank show by Muggle TV station.

Only one spell in the magic world can produce this effect.

Muggle expulsion curse!

Sherlock lightened his steps and slowly walked up the stairs. The range of his control magic was also expanding towards new areas as he moved.

Soon, he finally discovered the whereabouts of human activities in this building.

It was a room on the second floor, and the specific location was opposite the room where Sherlock lived. The person living inside was the pale-faced black-haired young man he met when he went out.

Sherlock remained silent, and he continued up the stairs, and just as he came to the corner of the first and second floors, he found other people.

This time there were a lot of people. By controlling the unique perception of magic, he could clearly "see" the wizards wearing black robes and gloomy iron masks on their faces.

And the bodies of the two already cold Muggle father and son lying on the floor.

At the same time, Sherlock also saw Bella's face.

He knew that face. In this time, the daily newspaper of Prophets had printed photos of her on the front page countless times.

This number one general under the Black Demon is famous for his cruelty and viciousness. Now that Voldemort has rarely taken action, she has become the madman who fears everyone!

The moment she saw Bella, Sherlock had already made a judgment on the group.

The dozen wizards in this room are all Death Eaters!

Because if he uses the magic for a long time, his whole body will become exhausted, so Sherlock generally does not use it to detect the surroundings in real time unless necessary.

Unexpectedly, the Muggle Hotel I lived in was actually the place where the Death Eaters chose to stay, and it was right above my room!

But then Sherlock frowned slightly again.

The Death Eaters lurking in this hotel obviously would not use the Muggle Exit Spell to disperse all the Muggles in this building.

These Voldemort's believers did not treat Muggles as humans, but regarded them as lambs that could be slaughtered at will. How could they consider the safety of the flock and even want to kill more?

So the only one who can use the expulsion curse on this hotel is the black-haired young man living opposite his room.

He should be the target of these Death Eaters this time.

Sherlock stopped at the corner of the stairs, narrowing his eyes and recalling the messages he had heard from Moody.

In the Welsh battle a month ago, in addition to four Aurors who died in the Ministry of Magic, there was also an Auror who was suspected of defecting to the Black Devil.

But Moody didn't seem to believe in this matter. The wizard named "Eddie" in his mouth seemed not a person who would easily betray.

Could that brunette young man be Eddie the Aurors are looking for?

He is also the target of the Death Eater?

He wasn't a traitor to the Ministry of Magic?

Why did he use the Muggle Exit Spell?

After these four questions rose in Sherlock's mind, he quickly answered them himself.

Now the wizards in the entire hotel are the only ones except themselves, the Death Eater and the black-haired young man.

Without a set goal, those pure-blooded believers who are extremely despised of Muggles will basically not be able to stay in a Muggle hotel.

Of course, their target cannot be themselves. Sherlock is completely an unknown person in the magic world at this time, and it is not worth letting the Death Eaters mobilize so many people to take care of him like this.

Then it is only possible that this young man with black hair.

With a positive answer to the second question, the first and third questions will naturally have answers. If the Death Eater is so busy, it is definitely impossible for the Death Eater to be the Death Eater's own person to be.

If you are not a Death Eater, then there is a great possibility that this person is "Eddie".

The Auror, who was suspected to be named "Eddie", did not betray the news as the Ministry of Magic received, but instead kept escaping under the pursuit of the Death Eaters.

But why didn't he reply to the Ministry of Magic to explain?

As long as you can go back, will the so-called betrayal rumors be self-defeating and can you be protected?

Sherlock can't figure out why for the time being, but he can guess the third question.

Not yourself, not Death Eater, the Muggle Exorcist can only be used by black-haired youth.

He didn't want the next battle to affect the Muggles in the hotel, so how did he know that there would be a next battle?

Unless he had known that the Death Eater was ambushing here, he had prepared in advance!

Sherlock's frown gradually unfolded, and he slowly paced on the spot, thinking about how he would make a choice under such circumstances.

After a while, he made up his mind and no longer stopped his footsteps, but walked up to the second floor openly, with clear footsteps echoing in the empty corridor.

He glanced at the confined door of the room where the dark-haired young man was, and opened it and walked into his room.

Sherlock has already taken away the magic of control. He must keep his own state and be prepared to deal with battles that may occur at any time.

As time goes by, the streets outside gradually become quieter, and the night gradually completely envelops the city.

There is no night sky in the sky. As a famous industrial city in Britain, Sheffield's pollution is no less than that in London, and the sky above the city has long been obscured by dark smog.

Sherlock just lay quietly on the bed, waiting for about four hours.

When time came, a slight noise came from his building.

Suddenly, Sherlock sat up quietly from the bed, and the wands that had already taken out of his pocket had spread out from his pockets in the room.

He controls magic and controls the wand, and also completes the visits of all objects within a radius of ten meters.

He "sees" the Death Eaters who had been hiding upstairs before, divided into three groups, one of whom rode a flying broom to block the windowsill of the black-haired young man, and the other two groups crossed the door from both sides of the corridor to the front of the room.
To be continued...