Chapter 166 Black-Haired Youth

Sherlock has a high talent for magic.

Otherwise, even if he relied on the original owner's muscle memory, it would be impossible to reach this level of magic in such a short time if he had mediocre talent.

But even if he had extraordinary talent, as much as Dumbledore, he couldn't just change a very high level, especially a side door soul magic.

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

So Sherlock was not in a hurry about this matter, he could only try his best, as for whether there would be a good result in the end, that would be up to fate.

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

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

The two looked at each other, then naturally looked away, and then walked away.

Sherlock didn't care much about the young man he just met, just thinking he was a passerby he met by chance, and went downstairs to have dinner.

But after Sherlock turned and left, the young man turned his head and looked at his back, frowning with doubt in his eyes, and muttered a name.

"Amy..."

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

Almost every one of these wizards wore an iron mask with strange patterns carved on it, which looked chilling.

In a corner of the room, there was a pair of Muggle father and son, one big and one small, lying. Their faces were full of frozen fear, but they had no breath.

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

There were only two people who did not wear masks, Bellatrix Lestrange and her husband's brother Rabastan Lestrange.

After Bella's words fell, a man among the masked Death Eaters said in a muffled voice.

"He can't escape. Tonight is the time for him to die here. The key is the arrangement of the Ministry of Magic..."

"Well said, Lucius!" Bella showed a ferocious smile on her face, "This bug can no longer jump. We have mercifully let him live long enough. As for the action of the Ministry of Magic, it will be tomorrow at most."

Rabastan leaned against the wall, playing with the delicate wand guard at the end of the wand.

"Make a big noise to attract the attention of all the Aurors."

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

A shrill laugh rang out in the quiet room.

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

"You just joined us, you are not used to our style, Goyle. It's just one building, it's not a big enough commotion... I'm going to kill all the Muggles on this whole street!"

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Dinner was not very good. Sherlock has never been very interested in British food. When he was free, he would make some simple Chinese food at home. Now he could only deal with it casually outside.

After dinner, he did not return to the hotel immediately, but casually walked around the street where he found the Auror patrolling before, and then walked towards the hotel.

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

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

He looked at the hotel lobby, which was empty. The front desk, which was always on duty before, was also empty at this time!

Sherlock frowned, obviously aware of something wrong.

This hotel is not the best in Sheffield, but it is not a small hotel. There are many guests checking in and out every day. There is definitely something wrong with the scene that is so deserted that there is no front desk.

He spread his control magic. As long as it is within ten meters, even through the wall, he can observe the surrounding scene in an alternative way.

Soon he found that the Muggles who had stayed on the second floor before had all disappeared. It seemed that everyone in the hotel had completely left in the short hour when he was eating, leaving only him.

Because there was no one around, the surroundings seemed unusually quiet. Sherlock's footsteps were very prominent in the hotel lobby. Such a weird scene could never be a prank on a Muggle TV station or a trick show.

There is only one spell in the magic world that can produce such an effect.

Muggle Expelling Spell!

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

Soon, he finally found traces of human activities in this building.

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

Sherlock remained calm and continued to go up the stairs. Just when he came to the corner of the first and second floors, he found other people.

There were many people this time. Through the unique perception of controlling magic, he could clearly "see" the wizards wearing black robes and wearing gloomy iron masks on their faces.

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

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

He knew that face. In the Prophet Daily at this time, her photo had been printed on the front page countless times.

This top general under the Dark Lord is famous throughout the magic world for his cruelty and viciousness. Now that Voldemort has rarely taken action, she has become the madman that everyone fears!

The moment he saw Bella, Sherlock had already made a judgment on this group of people.

The dozen wizards in this room are all Death Eaters!

Because if the control magic is used for a long time, his whole spirit will become tired, so Sherlock generally does not use it to detect the surroundings in real time unless it is necessary.

Unexpectedly, the Muggle hotel where he lives is also the place where the Death Eaters choose to stay, and it is right above his room!

But then Sherlock frowned slightly again.

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

These Voldemort believers do not regard Muggles as human beings at all, but as lambs that can be slaughtered at will. How can they consider the safety of the flock, and even wish to kill more.

Therefore, the only person who can use the expulsion spell on this hotel is the black-haired young man who lives opposite his room.

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

Sherlock stopped at the corner of the stairs, squinted his eyes and recalled the information he overheard from Moody.

In the battle in Wales a month ago, in addition to the death of four Aurors on the Ministry of Magic side, another Auror was suspected of defecting to the Dark Lord.

But Moody didn't seem to believe this. The wizard named "Eddie" in his mouth didn't seem to be someone who would betray easily.

Could the black-haired young man be the Eddie that the Aurors are looking for?

Is he also the target of the Death Eaters?

He didn't become a traitor to the Ministry of Magic?

Why did he use the Muggle Expulsion Spell?

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

Now the wizards in the entire hotel, except for himself, are only Death Eaters and the black-haired young man.

If there is no fixed target, those pure-blood believers who despise Muggles extremely will basically not be able to stay in a Muggle hotel.

Their target certainly couldn't be him. Sherlock was a complete nobody in the magic world at this time, and it wasn't worth it for the Death Eaters to send so many people to take care of him.

Then it could only be this black-haired young man.

The second question had a positive answer, and the first and third questions naturally had answers. The person who made the Death Eaters go to great lengths to ambush here could not be one of the Death Eaters.

If he wasn't one of the Death Eaters, then it was very likely that this person was "Eddie".

This Auror suspected to be named "Eddie" did not betray as the Ministry of Magic had heard, but had been escaping from the pursuit of the Death Eaters.

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

As long as he could go back, wouldn't the rumors of betrayal be self-defeating, and he could be protected?

Sherlock couldn't figure out the answer to this question for the time being, but he could guess the answer to the third question.

It wasn't him, it wasn't a Death Eater, so the Muggle Repelling Spell could only be used by the black-haired young man.

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

Unless he had known that the Death Eaters were lying in ambush here and had prepared in advance!

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

After a moment, he made up his mind and no longer held back his footsteps, but went directly to the second floor openly, and the clear footsteps echoed in the empty corridor.

He glanced at the closed door of the room where the black-haired young man was, then opened the door and walked into his own room.

The control magic had been put away by Sherlock, and he had to maintain his state and be prepared to deal with the battle that could happen at any time.

As time went by, the streets outside gradually became quiet, and the night gradually enveloped the city completely.

There was no night sky in the sky. As a famous industrial city in the UK, Sheffield's pollution was no less than London, and the sky above the city had long been covered by gray smog.

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

At midnight, there was a slight noise from his upstairs.

Sherlock sat up quietly from the bed, and the wands that had been taken out of his pocket a long time ago were scattered in the room. More than fifty.

Controlling magic controlled the wands, and at the same time completed the exploration of all objects within a radius of ten meters.

He "saw" that the Death Eaters who had been hiding upstairs before were divided into three groups. One group rode a flying broom to block the window sill of the black-haired young man, and the other two groups surrounded the door of the room from both sides of the corridor.

At the same time, the anti-apparition magic was used by four Death Eaters. They blocked the entire street, making all the apparition and apparition ineffective!

However, in Sherlock's observation, the room where the black-haired young man was was empty at this time, leaving only a few small balls on the ground and a suitcase on the bed.

The Death Eaters broke in from the window and the door at the agreed time. At the moment they broke the door, as if something was triggered, the small circles suddenly began to roll!

White smoke quickly filled the room, and just as the Death Eaters lost their vision, the black suitcase was suddenly opened!

A shrill scream sounded, and a long, snake-like creature with feathers on its body and a pair of wings on its back broke out of the suitcase and quickly grew larger. Soon its body occupied every corner of the room, fiercely attacking the intruders who broke into the room!

"He's not here! There's a bird snake here!"

"Get out! Get out! There's a living hell potion mixed in this fog!"

"Damn it! He knows we still have a way to track him down!"

Chaotic shouts rang out outside the door. The Death Eaters were totally unprepared for these sudden situations and fled from the room filled with poisonous gas and occupied by the bird snake.

"Rabastan! Find him! Hurry!" Sherlock heard Bella screaming.

A wizard said in panic.

"Disappeared! He removed the spell we cast!"

"Impossible! He couldn't erase that magic so quickly by himself!"

"But it's gone, I can't find him!"

"You idiot! Bring people to blow up this street immediately! Bring all the Aurors here!"

The Death Eaters quickly took off from the hotel on broomsticks, and violent explosions rang out everywhere!

Sherlock frowned, he didn't quite understand what the Death Eaters said at the end.

Why do we need to bring all the Aurors here when we lose someone?

The chaos outside has begun, and countless people who have fallen asleep have been awakened by the deafening explosion, but Sherlock did not move.

Because under his control of magic perception, a figure returned to the hotel after the Death Eaters left, walked to his door, and knocked gently on the door

"Knock, knock."