Latest website: Silk's hand touched the wooden door.

Like something happened, and like nothing happened.

She just stood motionless in front of the wooden door.

Sherlock scattered the two wands in his hands and floated quietly around Shilk, illuminating the area around her.

In this way, she kept this movement for a long time, like ten minutes passed, her body began to tremble slightly unnoticeably.

She dropped her hand.

"I did not find it......"

Her voice was low and full of sadness.

Sherlock clenched his fist in his hand. He carefully stared at Shilk's reaction. If there was something wrong, he would apparate and leave here with her.

"I didn't find, I didn't find, I didn't find..."

she said sadly.

Shilk squatted on the ground, holding her head with her hands, as if escaping something, as if she was questioning herself.

"I didn't find him!"

Her voice suddenly sharpened.

"I've tried many, many ways! Tea slag! Crystal ball! Astrology! Arithmetic! But the lines of the world, the cobwebs of fate, are all without him! I can't find him!"

She grabbed her hat and pulled it off her head, revealing the black ribbon that covered her eyes and the loose silver-gray hair.

Silke's delicate face was extremely pale, she was nestled in the corner in fear, her body kept shaking, like a discarded and homeless girl.

"I didn't find him, Dad, I'm useless! I didn't fulfill my promise to you! I'm useless! I'm not capable! I should die there with you!"

It was only at this time that Sherlock discovered that she was not very old, at most a few years older than herself.

Tears slid from her ribbon-covered eyes and ran down her bloodless cheeks.

Silk fell to his knees and supported the ground with his hands. The backs of his hands were so pale that they were almost transparent, and he could clearly see the blue-purple blood vessels inside.

"He's gone, you say he's still there, Dad, but I can't find him, I haven't worked hard enough, I haven't done enough!"

She suddenly wanted to smash her head to the ground to punish herself, but fortunately Sherlock hugged her in time to stop her self-harm.

Silk was struggling, she was slender, but she was extremely powerful at this time, and Sherlock almost let her break free.

"I tried! I really tried everything! But nothing! I can't see anything! I can't see where he is!"

She seemed to be defending herself, and she seemed to be expressing her despair, but there was only fear on her face.

"I dare not say, Dad, I dare not say the possibility..."

She was sobbing, not struggling, but her body was shaking violently. Sherlock hugged her tightly, without the slightest thought in her mind, only to see a burst of pity on the pale face.

Shilk obviously had something hidden in his heart all the time, and the coldness and indifference he showed on the surface was just to cover up the disguise of being vulnerable.

She bit her lip as if trying to avoid something, she didn't want to say it, and she didn't want to make any predictions and divinations!

But in the end, she still wriggled her bleeding lips and said sobbing.

"He might really be... dead..."

Saying this sentence seemed to take all her strength, and she collapsed in Sherlock's arms, not shaking or resisting, as if she was asleep.

The two magic wands were still floating quietly in the darkness, illuminating the small square space.

Sherlock sat on the ground with his back against the stone wall, silently looking at the dark secret passage in front of him, wondering what he was thinking.

Silk's breathing gradually became even, lying in his arms, as quiet as a delicate puppet.

After a long time, her fingers shook slightly, and her head lifted from Sherlock's arms, as if stunned for a second.

Then she stood up casually.

Sherlock looked at her as if she had escaped from a fearful dream, coughed twice, stood up as if nothing had happened, and patted the dusty robe on her body.

"Are you all right?"

Shilk put the wide hood back on his head, covering his face.

"What did you see?"

Her voice returned to its former coldness, but it sounded a little hoarse.

Sherlock shrugged.

"What did I see? I just saw that you touched the door and suddenly fell to the ground. No matter how I helped you, I didn't help you up. I was afraid that you would lie on the ground and catch a cold, so I was just helping you as a cushion."

Naturally, such a lie can be heard by everyone as false, but some things are appropriate, and a lie that everyone understands is necessary, and only telling the truth will embarrass everyone.

He changed the subject and walked to the wooden door that didn't seem to have changed.

"So, can we go in now?"

Shilk took back her wand. She didn't answer Sherlock's question, but walked to the wooden door, stretched out her hand and pushed it open.

"Squeak~"

The sound of a long hinge rubbing against rust sounded.

The wooden door was opened, and there were floating dust everywhere, as if no one had come in for a long time.

Shilk was about to walk in directly, but Sherlock grabbed her.

He let go of the wand he had been holding in his hand and let it float slowly by itself, flying into the room behind the wooden door.

The wand with its fluorescent tip illuminated the space inside, and it was as empty as if there was nothing.

"Come on, we can go in and have a look," Sherlock said.

Shilk didn't seem too surprised by Sherlock's way of manipulating the wand. The ability to levitate the wand was actually something that every wizard could do.

They went into the room behind the cabin.

Even after entering here, the lighting spell can only illuminate an area less than half a meter.

So even if you come in, there is no way to directly see the whole picture and size of the room, you can only rely on the glowing wand in your hand to check it bit by bit.

Sherlock and the others didn't notice after entering the door. Behind the door, there was a creature hidden in the darkness watching them silently...

They did not choose to separate when they entered the door, but gathered together, carefully exploring the dark space.

It was as if it was completely empty, there was nothing, but there was a lot of space. Sherlock and Silk walked together for about twenty steps before they reached the end.

Neither of them spoke, and started walking around the room along the edge of the wall.

Just when they turned a corner and shone the light next to the wooden door, they saw the creature that had been silently staring at them in the dark!

It was a huge scarecrow standing in the shape of a cross.

Withered yellow straw filled the gap between the tattered cloth and the wooden stick, and when Sherlock and the others watched it, two scarlet lights flickered in its face wrapped in the rags.

It held two arms made of branches, holding a rusted sickle in one hand and a worn-out kerosene lamp in the other.

The moment Shilk saw it, he waved his wand without hesitation!

"Call God to protect..."

However, before her spell was finished, a hoarse, shrill, desperate, and deadly scream suddenly sounded.

"What happened! What happened!"

The roaring voice came from the scarecrow, and the broken kerosene lamp it was holding on its left suddenly lit up!

But the orange lights did not bring any warmth to people, only endless coldness and fear!

Shilk's spellcasting was interrupted by a scream, and then it rushed towards them with a scythe and a kerosene lamp!

Sherlock grabbed Silke's arm, dragged her aside, and waved his wand at the same time.

"Call God Guard!"

At the same time as he chanted the incantation, it also let out a mournful wailing again.

"No! No! I'm so scared! I'm so scared!"

But Sherlock was not interrupted by it, but successfully released the Patronus Charm!

The silver brilliance lit up from the tip of his staff, but those incomparably shining silver threads were very scattered. It could be seen that it tried to condense into a solid body, but in the end it could only scattered into a piece of silver light!

The atmosphere here is too depressing. The darkness is not only eroding the light, but also eroding the hope and happiness in people's hearts. The Guardian Spell is ten times more difficult to use than usual!

Sherlock dragged Silk to avoid its first scythe swipe, and the scattered silver filaments of the unformed Patronus Charm made it retreat a little, but then it still aimed at them, high up Raised the sickle in his hand!

Sherlock didn't hesitate and pointed his wand directly at it.

"Thunderbolt explosion!"

A huge roar echoed in this underground secret room, and the dazzling fire was engulfed by the endless darkness again in the blink of an eye!

It was still unscathed after a hard blow of the Explosion Spell, but it was blown back a little distance, and some straws fell from its body to the ground.

"Are the other spells useless except for the Patronus Spell?" Sherlock asked hastily.

"It's useless! It just hates happiness and hope!"

Shilk swung his wand~lightnovelpub.net~ to try the Patronus Charm again.

"Call God Guard!"

This time, she succeeded in chanting the spell, and the silver threads of light emerged again in the darkness, trying their best to weave in the air.

Although the shaping is very slow, it is obvious that her Patronus Charm has a chance of success!

Sherlock didn't stand still. He shook out all the wands he had prepared earlier from the cloth bag. In the darkness that was invisible to the field of vision, hundreds of wands floated silently.

It obviously noticed Shilk's move, and instead of rushing forward, it stared at her with those scarlet eyes, and weeped in a hoarse voice.

"I can't find it! Dad! I can't find him!"

Shilk suddenly trembled, and the silver filaments that were condensing and forming instantly collapsed, and disappeared into the darkness in the next second!