Little Bati ran into the depths of the woods in a panic.

Blood was everywhere on his face, and blood was still flowing out of his seven orifices, staining his robe.

"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!"

He kept cursing while running forward, and several times he raised the wand he had taken from another Death Eater's hand, but he never dared to use the Phantom Transformation.

Of course, he had already run out of Sherlock's anti-phantom shifting realm, but although Sherlock's life-seeking curses did not directly take his life, they also caused great damage to his spirit.

He did not dare to use spells rashly, especially the phantom shifting shape. Once a problem occurs, there will be spells that split up and cause life-threatening.

He could only keep running forward. Only running continuously could give him a sense of security and let him know that he was away from the young wizard and from the danger of death.

I don’t know how long I ran, but there was silence around me, and Little Bati finally stopped.

He held a thick tree beside him with one hand, gasping for breath, and looked around nervously, not seeing the figure who controlled hundreds of magic wands chasing him. The heartstrings that had been tense relaxed a little.

After soothing his exhausted body for dozens of seconds, Batty gritted her teeth and raised the wand in her hand.

He knew that he was not truly safe now, and he could not escape with his legs alone. No matter how dangerous it was, he had to use the phantom to move away from here.

After trying hard to control his rapid breathing, Bati tried his best to stabilize his nervous heart, recalling the phantom movement and casting skills that had not been used for more than ten years, and waving the wand in his hand extremely seriously.

"Phantom Move..."

However, just as he recited the spell clearly in a clear tone, a cold and ethereal female voice suddenly rang out!

"Destroy your weapon."

The red beam of light broke through the quiet air. Even when trying to cast spells, the little Barty, who was always alert to the surroundings, rolled to the left extremely quickly when she heard the sound of the spell. An ugly donkey rolled over and narrowly avoided the sudden spell.

He widened his eyes, and his breath that had already been suppressed became rapid again. Soon he saw the sneak attacker who was waiting for the rabbit.

A girl in a black robe and covered most of her face with a wide hood on the thick poplar branches.

The soft moon spread on her body, and the silver-gray hair shone brightly in the moonlight.

Shilk held the trunk of the poplar tree with one hand, and held the wand tightly in the other hand, aiming it straight at the little Barty who was not as embarrassed as a homeless man at this time. Apart from chanting the spell, she had no intention of communicating with the wrecked dog below.

Little Barty stared at Shilk sitting on the branch with an extremely resentful look, and wiped the blood on his face with the ragged robe sleeves that were no different from rag strips.

"You've been waiting for me here!"

Shilk gently shook his calves, without any intention of answering his question.

If it were in the past, she would never have done such a girlish move, but after reunited with Sherlock, she became more and more like a normal girl.

Little Bati didn't hear the response, and his face became more and more ferocious.

He didn't have time to waste time with a strange witch here. After discovering that the other party had not responded to him, he began to fight back without hesitation.

"Avadassaudi!"

The dark green beam spanned the distance of just over ten meters, but as soon as his life-seeking curse took action, Shilk quietly disappeared from the branch of the poplar tree and appeared on another thick branch.

Silent phantom moves.

Because there is no need to chant a spell, the casting speed is extremely fast, and the distance between the phantom shift and the phantom development is limited, so you can only continue teleportation at a short distance.

Just like a cat playing with a mouse, Shilk will not take the initiative. As long as Bati puts a spell, she will use phantom shift to teleport. When Bati shows any intention of escaping, she will raise the spell in her hand to use a disarming spell or coma spell.

The angle of the spell is also very tricky. If you don't aim directly at Little Barty, you can easily avoid it, but you will return to your original position while avoiding it. You cannot escape from the range specified by Shilk.

Only at this time can Little Bati truly feel what despair is.

He finally couldn't bear it anymore, and threw his wand on the ground madly, shouting hysterically.

"Kill me! Kill me! Hurry up! Kill me!"

But Shilk was still unmoved. She sat quietly on the branch and turned to look in a direction behind her.

Sherlock walked out of the dark bushes expressionlessly. He saw Shilk sitting on the branch. Only when he looked at her would his face look like stagnant.

"I've said it to make you obey."

Shilk bent his mouth and turned his head, obviously still angry, ignoring his intention.

Sherlock shook his head helplessly, and then his eyes returned to coldness, looking at Little Barty who had given up and fell to his knees on the ground.

"Voldemort wants you to go back to him tonight."

Hearing his name, Little Batty glared at him with his blood-shot eyes like a wild beast.

"The master's name is something that a bastard like you can call out!"

Sherlock's expression was indifferent, and he didn't see any movement at all. Little Barty seemed to be slapped by someone, and she flew into the air, and a few things like teeth broke out from his mouth.

When it landed on the ground again, his right half of his face was swollen like a pig's head.

Little Barty lay weakly on the ground. His condition is now very bad. If it weren't for his chest that was still rising and falling, just from the outside, he would be no different from the dead.

Sherlock suddenly narrowed his eyes, and the flattened green grass under Little Barty quietly began to become straight and hard in violation of common sense.

He secretly made a simple transformation technique to start. On the surface, he still showed no abnormality, nor did he look at the bushes that were obviously not blowing but were waving for no reason.

"Voldemort really spent a lot of effort to get you, the most loyal subordinate, back to him."

Sherlock did not approach Little Barty, who had completely lost his ability to move, but asked softly.

"I really want to know why, your father, who has always shown himself to others, is willing to help you escape from that prison? If he really cares, he wouldn't have arrested you in prison in the first place."

Little Barty did not respond to him, lying on the ground like a real dead person, with only a heavy breathing sound.

Sherlock did not care about his silence, but continued to ask the next question.

"I also want to know why, so old-fashioned, I am so proud of you, a son who recognizes thieves as a father, or is it a problem with your mother?"

After hearing him say this question, Batty suddenly shouted.

"Shut your mouth, bastard!"

Sherlock raised his eyebrows, not caring about his insults at all, but instead showed a clear smile on his face.

"I can probably guess that you have a strict father and a doting mother, but unfortunately the end result is often only to teach a bastard son."

Little Barty was like she was touched by a reverse scale, struggling to get up from the ground and hold the wand he had thrown before.

But he is now in serious injuries. After working hard for a long time, he still cannot support himself with his elbow.

Sherlock looked at him coldly.

"If you respect your mother, why do you still insult other people's mother? Don't worry, I won't have a dog's mouth like you. Apart from spewing something that makes people smell bad, I will only clamor incompetently."

"But there are some truths that your biological father and mother have not told you, but I want to explain them clearly to you. In addition to being able to think independently, what is more important is that people have the bottom line called morality, but animals do not."

"I never believe that beasts can convince adults with great principles. The only way to treat animals is to cut flesh from their bodies. They kneel down and beg for mercy, and they are in pain and despair. Finally, they stab the tip of the knife into their hearts, just like stepping on pests and erasing them from the world. This is the best way to treat animals, and only in this way can those who have been hurt by these beasts beg for some comfort."

"I never feel that my behavior is so noble. Killing is not to save the magic world, save the weak, and save the desperate. I will be disgusted with many people, but most of the time I will control these disgusts. After all, the world is not around me, I can only represent my own principles."

"But when I really want to kill someone, it's just that I simply think that this person is disgusting, so disgusting that I can't stand it. It's time to let him die."

"It's time for you to die, Barty Crouch Jr."

Just as Sherlock's last words and the moment he finished speaking, a dark figure rushed out from the shadows of the bushes beside him like a sharp arrow!

Instead of attacking Sherlock, he rushed directly to Batty and rolled out three times with him.

This distance was just ten meters away from Sherlock, and it was obviously calculated in advance.

The Death Eater who had escaped before and now turned back completed these movements, before his body could still stop, he waved his wand and recited a spell in a hurry.

"Phantom moves!"

The unenclosed space was twisted, including him and Batty.

However, what he didn't notice was that when he pounced on Little Bati, countless grass had turned into sharp steel knives and stabbed into Little Bati's back, shattering his heart!

All he took away was a broken body with warm body temperature.
Chapter completed!