Chapter 257 Remember to Go to Bed Early

The image of the scarecrow is just the entity condensed by the black magic creature named Fiddlesticks.

Its true form is actually just a mass of black matter without any shape!

After the Fiendfyre completely burned its body, it returned to its original state and rushed towards the entrance of the Room of Requirement at a very fast speed.

It wanted to escape!

But Professor McGonagall and others who had been prepared for a long time would certainly not give it this opportunity.

"Expecto Patronus!"?4.

The doe and the mole condensed in this space again. At the same time, a bright silver tabby cat and a platypus-like Patronus appeared.

They were much faster than the black shadow and stopped it directly in front of the entrance of the Room of Requirement. Then one of the animals grabbed it with a corner and pulled it open like a pancake!

On the side, Silk, who had not made any movements but was waiting for this moment, did not hesitate at all. He took out four small square boxes from his pocket and combined them together under the control of the spell to cover the black shadow that was pulled into a plane.

All the darkness around them suddenly disappeared like sewage sucked into the drainage pipe.

Federick's body was divided into four parts by Silk and locked up, which greatly reduced his resistance.

Although their ultimate goal of this trip was achieved, the matter was not yet resolved.

The Fiendish Fire, which had completely burned the remaining physical straw man, began to spread on the ground of the Room of Requirement. It showed no signs of stopping, as if it was going to devour the entire room!

Sherlock and his team had anticipated this situation before preparing this alternative plan. The Fiendish Fire Curse was basically uncontrollable.

But this kind of black magic is not like the Unforgivable Curse, which has no solution. It's just that it takes a lot of trouble to cast a spell to control it.

Looking at the Fiendish Fire that was still expanding, Professor McGonagall and the other four deans raised their wands, and Sherlock and Silk did the same.

The silver Patronus Charm had dissipated, but at this time, the tips of the six of their wands were flashing with ice-blue light.

They surrounded the fierce fire, looked at each other, and then thrust their wands into the ground!

"All curses are over!"

A blue circle was formed between the six magic wands, and then the blue flames rose up, firmly blocking the orange fire in the middle!

The blue flames were constantly compressing the burning range of the yellow flames, and soon squeezed it to the size of the campfire at the beginning.

The fierce fire seemed to have its own consciousness. It was very angry at the moment, and it kept transforming into ferocious beasts like snakes, wolves, tigers, and leopards to try to break through the blue cage.

But in the end, it could only be worn down smaller and smaller in the repeated failed resistances. It didn't take long for it to become the small flame summoned by the magic wand at the beginning, and then it was completely crushed.

The room of the Request-Granting Room became quiet again, and only the heavy breathing of Sherlock and the other six people was very clear.

Before coming, they all thought that the matter would be resolved satisfactorily, but when all the hidden dangers were eliminated, they all felt as if they were in another world.

Several professors looked at each other, and Sherlock suddenly laughed.

"In the end, we put out the Fiendfyre. Its resentful and struggling look made me feel like a scumbag who abandoned me after having sex with him."

As soon as he said this, several professors around him laughed.

Even Professor McGonagall, who had always been serious, smiled, and she still said seriously.

"Dark magic like the Fiendfyre Curse has the idea of ​​devouring its master, so we did nothing wrong."

"Okay, I understand, Professor McGonagall, but we are not in class now, and we are not discussing any knowledge of Transfiguration."

Sherlock waved his hand and said.

The atmosphere became relaxed, and even Silk, who was holding the four wooden boxes containing Fiddlesticks, smiled slightly.

They walked out of the Room of Requirement together. Professor McGonagall and the others said that they were old and had not slept yet. They were already very tired, so they separated on the eighth floor and went back to their bedrooms to sleep.

Sherlock and Silk did not separate at this time. They returned to Sherlock's own office together.

Silk had deliberately restrained the smile on his face along the way, and when facing Sherlock, he still had the same stern face as at the beginning.

Sherlock certainly knew that she was deliberately making a face to him, indicating that he was still angry. At this time, as an elder and a gentleman, he naturally had to take the initiative to give her a way out.

"It's my fault, I am guilty, lovely, beautiful and generous Miss Vera, please calm down, okay?"

Silk had actually been reminding himself in his heart not to let Sherlock be deceived by an apology that was just a lip service and actually had no sincerity and no change.

But knowing is knowing, and reminding is reminding. Seeing Sherlock's submissive and playful look, she couldn't help but curl up the corners of her mouth and laugh. Soon she realized that she couldn't let Sherlock go so easily, and put on a stern face again.

"I'm cold, expressionless, blind, and can't speak. I'm not cute at all."

Sherlock raised his eyebrows.

"Nonsense! You can't say that about yourself next time. Besides, the more you say that, the cuter you look."

Hilke's fair and tender cheeks were slightly red.

"Have you said this to many girls?"

Sherlock looked shocked.

"How can I have so many nieces to care for?"

"..."

Hilke, who was about to lose her strength, didn't have to hold on anymore. She gritted her teeth and pursed her lips tightly, as if she wanted to curse Sherlock. But with her usually taciturn vocabulary, But he couldn't even curse out a suitable word, so he finally bit Sherlock on the arm!

"Ah! You are so mean! It hurts! It hurts! Let go! I was wrong! I was really, really wrong! Let go!!!"

Sherlock screamed miserably, which made Silk, who was really determined to bite hard, feel a little unbearable, and finally let go of his arm.

In fact, she was not very strong to begin with, but she could bite Sherlock so painfully that he just shouted exaggeratedly on purpose, so that Sherlock could calm down more.

Silk's anger had indeed dissipated, but now it was rekindled. With a cold face, he placed the four wooden boxes with Fiddlesticks sealed in his hands on Sherlock's desk, and then turned around and left. office.

Sherlock looked at her back, rubbing his bitten arm while not forgetting to remind her.

"Remember to go to bed early."