Sherlock looked up at Shilk, who was still sitting on the branch, and his originally indifferent face showed a helpless smile.

"You can't say it was my true feelings? Although I did deliberately delay for so long and gave him a chance, some of the words were sincere."

"Also, didn't I ask you to stay with the Weasleys? Why did you come here by yourself?"

Shilk looked up at the dazzling starry sky.

"Star shift, I know where to wait to help you."

Sherlock also followed her to look up at the starry sky, but there was no sign of it.

His most lacking magic knowledge is about divination, and the most complicated divination is undoubtedly astrological divination, which is deeply involved in astronomy.

He shook his head, suddenly stunned, and then showed a smile of trickery success.

"Finally found!"

......

Hans felt his heart was about to jump out of his chest.

He held Little Barty tightly in his arms, holding back the discomfort caused by using the phantom to move his body in an emergency, and his face and the entire upper body were covered in blood.

But he dared not complain, and even dared to curse the pain with curses.

In this room where Hans Phantom appeared and landed, countless people wearing black robes and masks stood, hiding in the shadows in the corner, and as he landed, countless pairs of eyes stared at them.

He was still spitting blood out of his mouth, but he was still prostrating himself. While putting down his little Bati, he knelt on the ground toward the sofa chair with his back facing them.

"Owner!"

He risked his life to save Batty, of course, not because of how deep the friendship between Hans and him, but because if he didn't do this, he would be left alone to come back to report, and the final result would not be able to escape the word death.

Only by saving Bati can one be considered as a redeemable sin.

Standing next to the sofa chair, a short and fat witch who looked like a mouse carefully turned the sofa chair to the front.

In the entire room, none of the evil men who once showed off their power in the magic world dared to raise their heads and look directly at the existence sitting on the chair, who is now in a state of being neither human nor ghost.

Hans didn't dare to raise his head either. He pressed his bloody forehead against the ground and repeated the story in a hoarse voice.

"We had already connected with Crouch, but a professor named Sherlock Forrest in Hogwarts stopped us. The magic he used was strange and powerful. Charles and the others died there. I finally tried to save Crouch back."

The man on the sofa chair said in a cold, rare and gentle voice.

"Little Batty, we've met again, why don't you dare look up at your master?"

Little Bati was silent on the ground. The people in the room were still amazed at first with his boldness, but soon they discovered something was wrong.

The place where Little Barty was lying, scarlet blood was constantly flowing out from under him, and soon gathered into a big stall!

"Tail of the insect!" The cold voice was so cold that it made people feel like they fell into an ice cave. "Go and see him, what's wrong with him."

Peter ran to Little Bati with a pale face, reached out to find out his breath, then shivered, then turned his whole body over and saw the bloody hole in the heart behind him!

"He he he, he is dead! Master."

After Peter stammered and said this, everyone present couldn't help but tremble.

Hans, who was kneeling on the ground, collapsed directly on the ground, and murmured in disbelief.

“Impossible, impossible…”

The man on the sofa chair did not respond to this, and he was still staring at Little Bati's body!

Of course, he was not sad about his servant's death. Even the loyal servant was just a useful tool for him and was not worth it. In this way, no one in the world deserved to let him show a different emotion.

In this way, he looked at Little Bati's body, and no one around dared to speak out, and even tried to breathe as lightly as possible, not to disturb the devil's deep thoughts.

"What did you bring back!" He seemed to finally see something, and his cold tone was mixed with rage, "This corpse is connected with a pulling hand! Our position is exposed!"

Suddenly, countless Death Eaters in the room were in an uproar!

"Immediately burned Bati's body! Take out the memory of this waste and kill him! Then transfer it! Quick!"

"Yes! Master."

Peter raised his wand in his hand hideously and aimed at Hans, who was curled up on the ground and did not dare to resist, but only dared to keep begging.

"Capture God and seek thoughts!"

Not long after, the fire broke out, wrapping the entire building and the two bodies lying in the room.

......

Sherlock and Shilk just returned to the location of the two dead Death Eaters' bodies.

More than twenty staff from the Ministry of Magic surrounded them from all directions.

It was obviously Sherlock's hundreds of explosion curses that attracted their attention, and it was only late now.

"Sherlock!"

The Ministry of Magic staff who arrived here obviously had many acquaintances that Sherlock knew, Kingsley, Mr. Weasley, and several other familiar faces who had seen at the Order of the Phoenix gathering. They shouted out his name in surprise.

But even if some of them have a good status, they are not the highest among the people they have come.

Barty Crouch, the director of the International Magic Cooperation Division, looked pale, as if he was nervous about something.

His performance was not outstanding among the staff of the Ministry of Magic, and most of the others were also frighteningly bad.

The black demon mark that just lit up in the sky made all the wizards who saw it think of some bad things.

"Mr. Forrest, and the lady next to you, you'd better explain everything you've experienced!"

When Sherlock was working at the Auror Command, Old Batty had not yet transferred from the position of the Magical Law Enforcement Division, and of course he recognized him.

However, from the tone, sherlock, a small employee of the Auror Command, naturally would not have any friendship with the director of the department, and the two were just limited to knowing each other.

Except for Mr. Weasley, Kingsley and several old acquaintances with Sherlock, no one else put down the wand in his hand and still aimed straight at him.

The appearance of the Black Magic Seal made everyone present nervous. They were extremely expecting to immediately catch the person who released the mark and force him to say that using such mark magic was just to mess up the situation, rather than any other reason why people dare not think about it.

Faced with such a situation, Sherlock's face remained unchanged. He narrowed his eyes and turned his head to look at Old Batty.

"Do you really want me to tell you everything I found here? This has a lot to do with you, Director Crouch."

Old Bati's eyes were obviously flustered for a moment, but he said toughly.

"What can it have to do with me!"

Sherlock stared at him expressionlessly and suddenly said.

"Your son is dead."

Old Bati trembled all over and his face couldn't help but twitch.

All the words he heard were confused when he looked at him.

Everyone present knew that Old Bati's son, little Bati had already died in Azkaban. Now Sherlock mentioned this sentence for no reason. What does it mean to expose a scar?

"Everyone... knows that my son is dead long ago!"

Old Batty tried his best to suppress it, but others didn't notice it, but Sherlock clearly heard his unstoppable trembling voice.

He smiled softly, and said without saying anything more about Batty.

"While watching the Quidditch World Cup final, I noticed a few strange people on the stage."

As Sherlock said this, under his control magic perception, he could clearly feel that the muscles in Old Bati's body became tense.

"Since I came out of the arena, I secretly followed them and finally came here. When the riots occurred, these people also discovered me and launched an attack on me. In order to protect myself, I killed two of them, and the remaining two let them escape."

He truly retelled the whole process, but did not mention Bati again.

The staff of the Ministry of Magic looked at each other, and of course they would not just let Sherlock and Shilk leave directly, and they would also take them to the Ministry of Magic to take the transcripts.

Kingsley accompanied Sherlock and the others to go to Magic, while Old Crouch stayed at the scene with the others.

He walked tremblingly to the two terrible corpses, with an Auror being taken seriously by his side.

"A preliminary analysis of the death spell is a transformation technique. First, trap it, then transform it into a sharp weapon and pierce the person through. The potholes at the scene are the effects of the explosion spell. It is visually estimated that the power is extremely powerful, and at least twenty wizards have the effect of using it together."

Old Bati didn't listen to what he was saying. He just gritted his teeth and waved the wand in his hand, and took away the masks on the faces of the two dead bodies with magic.

They were two bloodless faces, both of which were from a well-known pure-blooded family in the British magic world, but they did not have that familiar face.

Old Batty immediately breathed a sigh of relief, and the expression on his face calmed down again, and I don’t know what to think about in the gloomy eyes.

At this time, Sherlock certainly had nothing to be embarrassed about at the Auror Command. The person who took the transcripts and asked about relevant details was Kingsley.

After just a brief record, this matter was characterized for Sherlock's reasonable self-defense counterattack.
Chapter completed!