Sherlock's magical talent is very high.

Otherwise, even with the original owner's muscle memory, it is impossible to achieve this level of magic in such a short period of time, if the talent is mediocre.

But even if the talent is superior, to the level of Dumbledore, he can't just change it for a very high level, especially the partial soul magic.

This is not a plan that can be completed in a short period of time, especially since there are no other soul magic to help him by analogy, the difficulty is obviously higher.

So Sherlock is not in a hurry about this matter, he can only do his best. As for whether there will be a good result in the end, it will be left to fate.

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

Just as he went out, a dark-haired youth with a slightly pale complexion walked out of the room opposite.

The two looked at each other, then naturally staggered their gazes, and then turned away from each other.

Sherlock didn't pay much attention to the young man he had just met. He just thought it was a passerby he met by chance, and went downstairs to have dinner.

But after Sherlock turned to leave, the young man turned his head to look at his back, frowned with doubts in his eyes, and muttered a name to himself.

"Amy..."

At the same time as Sherlock left the hotel, a dozen wizards in black robes gathered in a hotel room above the room where he lived.

Almost every one of these wizards wears iron masks on their faces, engraved with treacherous lines, which look chilling.

In a corner of the room, a large and a small pair of Muggle father and son were still lying, their faces were full of frozen fear, but they had already lost their breath.

"I hope this is the end of our trip." Bella's hoarse and fluctuating voice sounded in this small guest room, "Having been entangled with this bug for long enough, the master is already impatient! "

There were only two people present without masks, Bellatrix Lestrange and her husband's younger brother, Rabastan Lestrange.

After Bella's voice fell, one of the masked Death Eaters said in a muffled voice.

"He can't escape, tonight is when he should die here. The key is the arrangement over there at the Ministry of Magic..."

"Very well said, Lucius!" Bella's face showed a hideous smile, "This bug has no way to jump around, we have graciously let him live long enough. As for the Ministry of Magic. action, at most tomorrow."

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

"Make it bigger, to attract all the eyes of those Aurors."

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

In the quiet room, there was a burst of harsh laughter.

Bella licked her blood-red lips, her eyes flashing with excitement and enchanting light.

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

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There was nothing delicious about dinner. Sherlock had always been unfamiliar with British food. When he was free, he would cook some simple Chinese food at home by himself. Now he can only handle things casually outside.

After eating, he did not go back to the hotel immediately, but casually walked around the street where he found the Auror patrolled before walking towards the hotel.

At eight o'clock, it was completely dark. Because of the economic downturn, Sheffield basically has no nightlife. They all go home early, thinking about how to make a living tomorrow.

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

He looked at the hotel lobby, and there was no one in it. The front desk, which had always been on duty before, was also empty at this time!

Sherlock frowned, clearly aware that something was wrong.

This hotel cannot be said to be the best in Sheffield, but it is not a small hotel. There are many guests checking in and checking out every day. There is definitely a problem with such a deserted scene that there is no front desk.

He disperses his control magic, as long as it is within ten meters, even if it is separated by a wall, he can observe the surrounding scene in an alternative way.

He soon found out that the Muggles who stayed on the second floor had all disappeared now, and the whole hotel seemed to have disappeared within just over an hour of his meal, and he was the only one left. .

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

Only a spell in the magic world can have this effect.

Muggle Banishment Curse!

Sherlock lightened his footsteps and walked up the stairs slowly, and the range of magic control continued to expand to new areas as he moved.

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

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

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

There were a lot of people this time, and through the unique perception of magic, he could clearly "see" the wizards in black robes and gloomy iron masks on their faces.

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

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

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

The number one general under the Dark Lord is known throughout the magic world for her cruelty and viciousness. Now that Voldemort has rarely taken action, she has become the lunatic that everyone fears!

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

The dozen or so wizards in this room are all Death Eaters!

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

In the end, I didn't expect that the Muggle hotel where I lived was actually the place where the Death Eaters chose to be stationed, and it was right above my room!

But then Sherlock frowned slightly again.

The Death Eaters lurking in this hotel obviously couldn't use the Muggle Banishing Charm to drive away all the Muggles in the building.

These followers of Voldemort did not treat Muggles as human beings at all, but regarded them as lambs that could be slaughtered arbitrarily, so how could they think about the safety of the flock and even wish to kill more.

Therefore, the only person who can use the Exorcism Charm on this hotel is the black-haired young man who lives across the door from his room.

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

Sherlock stopped at the corner of the stairs, squinting as he recalled the overheard message from Moody.

In the Welsh battle a month ago, in addition to the four Aurors who died on the Ministry of Magic's side, one Auror was suspected to have joined the Dark Lord.

But Moody doesn't seem to believe in this matter. The wizard named "Eddie" in his mouth does not seem to be a person who will betray easily.

Could that black-haired youth be the Eddie the Aurors were looking for?

The Death Eaters were also targeting him?

Wasn't he a traitor to the Ministry of Magic?

Why did he use the Muggle Repelling Charm?

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

The only wizards in the entire hotel now are the Death Eaters and the black-haired young man besides himself.

If there is no iron goal, it is almost impossible for pure-blooded believers who despise Muggles to live in a Muggle hotel.

Of course, their target couldn't be themselves. Sherlock was completely unknown in the magic world at this time, and it wasn't worth letting the Death Eaters dispatch so many people to take care of him like this.

Then it could only be this black-haired youth.

With a positive answer to the second question, the first and third questions also naturally have an answer. If the Death Eaters can spend a lot of time in ambush here, they definitely cannot be the Death Eaters themselves.

If he wasn't a Death Eater himself, then there was a great possibility that this person was "Eddie".

The suspected Auror named "Eddie" did not betray as the Ministry of Magic had been told, but instead has been escaping under the pursuit of Death Eaters.

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

As long as he can go back, the rumor of the so-called betrayal will not be self-defeating, can he also be protected?

Sherlock couldn't figure out why the answer to this question temporarily, but he could guess the third question.

Not himself, not Death Eaters, that Muggle Banishing Charm could only be used by the black-haired youth.

He didn't want the next fight to spread to the Muggles in the hotel, so how did he know there was going to be a fight?

Unless he already knew that the Death Eaters were ambushed here, he would have prepared in advance!

Sherlock's frowning frown gradually loosened, and he slowly paced in place, thinking about how he should make a choice under such a situation.

After a while, he made up his mind, no longer held back his footsteps, but walked straight up to the second floor with a clear footsteps echoing in the empty corridor.

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

The control magic has been put away by Sherlock, and he must maintain his state and prepare for a battle that may occur at any time.

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

There is no night sky in the sky. As a famous industrial city in the UK, Sheffield is no less polluted than London. The sky above the city has long been obscured by gray smog.

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

When the time came to 0:00, there was a slight noise from his upstairs.

Suddenly, Sherlock sat up quietly from the bed, and more than fifty of the wands that had been taken out of his pockets scattered around the room.

Controlling magic controls the wand, and at the same time completes the visitation of all objects within ten meters of the other party.

He "saw" that the Death Eaters who had been hiding upstairs were divided into three groups. One group was riding broomsticks to block the windowsill of the black-haired youth, and the other two groups were double-teamed from both sides of the corridor to the door of the room. .

At the same time, anti-apparition magic was used from the four Death Eaters, who blocked the entire street, preventing all Apparition and Apparition from being effective!

However, in Sherlock's observation, the room where the black-haired youth was located was empty at this time, with only a few small **** on the ground and a suitcase on the bed.

According to the agreed time, the Death Eaters forced their way in through the two entrances of the window and the door together. The moment they broke the door, as if they had triggered some mechanism, those small circles suddenly started to roll!

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

A piercing scream sounded, and a long, snake-like creature with feathers on its body and a pair of wings on its back was detached from the suitcase and quickly grew larger, and soon its body filled the room. Everywhere, fiercely attacked the intruder who broke into the room!

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

"Get out! Get out! There is a living **** decoction mixed in this fog!"

"Damn! He knows we still have the means to track him down!"

Confused cries sounded outside the door, and the Death Eaters were completely unanticipated by these unexpected situations, and escaped from the room full of poisonous gas and already overrun by bird snakes.

"Rabastan! Find him! Come on!" Sherlock heard Bella scream.

A wizard said in a panic.

"Gone! He pulled the spell we cast!"

"Impossible! That magic can't be erased so quickly by himself!"

"But it's gone~lightnovelpub.net~I can't find him!"

"You bastard! Idiot! Blow up the street at once! Bring all the Aurors here!"

The Death Eaters quickly lifted off from the hotel on broomsticks, and violent explosions sounded everywhere!

Sherlock frowned, he didn't understand the last words these Death Eaters said.

Why do you have to bring all the Aurors when you get lost?

The chaos outside had begun, and countless people who had fallen asleep were 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 lightly on the door.

"Dong dong dong."