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The dim light was not engulfed by the endless darkness around him.

That bright light is like a waving sampan wandering in the sea. Although it is conspicuous, it is in danger of being engulfed by the sea at any time.

But Sherlock didn't take it lightly at this time. He knew that the broken kerosene lamp was not a sampan that could be overturned by a wave, but a deep-sea angler hidden in the sea, always ready to hunt with its sharp teeth!

All the wands floating around him had been quietly aimed at the spot where the kerosene lamp came on.

A strange voice that seemed to be screaming, and seemed to be trying to suppress, suddenly sounded in this darkness.

"You~! Ruined it!"

The question was endless, but Sherlock didn't even think for a second before he figured out what it was talking about.

"You mean that locket?" he said coldly, "that's really unfortunate, it was indeed destroyed in my hands."

The kerosene lamp was shaking gently, as if being blown by the wind.

Two scarlet rays of light lit up in the darkness, and the escapee who had left Azkaban very early stared at Sherlock.

"Sherlock~! You~ not him! You are not him! But you~ are not afraid!"

When it first said these words in the goblin's underground secret room last year, Sherlock already knew that this straw man representing fear saw through what he feared most at that time.

Not mind-reading like Dementor, but even less unreasonable than mind-reading.

Just like the low-level black magic creature Bogut in the magic world, he can see through the most feared person or thing in the wizard's heart without limit. As a more advanced Federick, he is only stronger than Bogut in this regard.

It’s just that what Bogut used to intimidate others was to directly become that thing, while Federick used words to express the secrets that people feared the most in their hearts.

There's no way to compare who is stronger or weaker in terms of performance, but in terms of combat power alone, Fiddlesticks will definitely crush a hundred Boggarts!

For the straw man with the lantern and the sickle in one hand, the kerosene lamp is only one of his abilities. To truly harvest life, it depends on the sickle like a **** of death in his hand!

As soon as the other party came up, he didn't plan to fight directly, but to talk about some other topics, and Sherlock was naturally happy.

"This proves that you still can't cultivate at home. I'm not afraid of you saying these words at all."

When he was talking, he was also slowly moving forward, getting closer to the light that was lit up little by little.

Anyone else would think Sherlock's response was provocative, but the famous Fiddlesticks' straw man did not ignore it.

Those scarlet eyes were still looking at the darkness where Sherlock was. It seemed to be able to see something deeply hidden, and it had already seen something unusual.

"Your fears have changed~ You are afraid of other things~ You are afraid~ You are afraid~"

Its voice suddenly stopped, and then the tone suddenly came again, and the voice of a boy who was in the period of voice change suddenly sounded in this space.

"It's okay Professor, you've helped me a lot, it doesn't matter if I die now, thank you, Professor Forrest..."

Immediately afterwards, a voice that was also a boy, but with a small voice, sounded extremely cowardly.

"I'm scared of the professor...I'm really scared...Professor Forrest, am I going to die here?"

A crying, trembling, girl's voice sounded.

"They're all dead! Harry, Ron, Neville, Seamus, Lavender, Parvati... Is it all because of you, Professor? Did you kill them?"

An extremely old, full of wisdom, with a bit of humor in the dull voice.

"People always have to face this step, Sherlock. Aha, why are you showing that look? Don't worry, I didn't attribute the fault to you, and you don't take too much pressure yourself, I just Just to start a great journey on the other side, which is a good thing, isn't it?"

An old woman's voice, who was usually strict and harsh, but now showed all her tenderness.

"My happiest thing is to see you grow up. There's nothing better than this, don't be sad about the child, don't be sad, and may Sally bless you..."

All kinds of voices sounded, and there were many voices from boys and girls, one after another, or cursed, or scolded, or complained, or comforted.

Every sentence is a gift when a life is parting.

Sherlock didn't move, he stopped moving forward, stood silently where he was, and listened to these words expressionlessly.

He didn't miss every sentence, and he could tell who the master of the words should have been.

And the last voice, without complaining or comforting, nor cursing or praising, that ethereal female voice just spoke in a weak but happy voice from the heart.

"Nice to meet you, John."

All the voices came to an abrupt end.

The darkness returned to silence, and the expression on Sherlock's face did not change. It was just that, his eyes stared at the light that seemed to be far away, but could be touched by two steps forward.

The roaring and suppressed voice broke the silence again.

"You're afraid of these~ Sherlock!"

Sherlock raised his hand slightly, and countless wands in the darkness rose together with his movements.

"Maybe you're right, I'm really afraid of such a thing happening." His voice was soft, just like the breeze blowing in the night, "but so what? It's because of fear that I'm here. , that's why I choose to stay at Hogwarts all the time, as a defense professor that I'm not really interested in."

"I never feel ashamed to be afraid of something~lightnovelpub.net~Since I'm afraid of it, it's better to let it not happen."

Although he didn't change his tone or expression, Fiddlesticks's words still had an impact on Sherlock's mood.

He suddenly felt boring for the slow test that he originally planned, so he simply released his ultimate move.

Two hundred wands dancing together in the dark!

"God Guard."

The moment the silver brilliance came out of the spell, it pierced the surrounding darkness!

It's like there are countless silver-white thin lines on a piece of black paper, so obvious in the silence!

Hundreds of crows formed together in the weaving of silver filaments, illuminating this darkest room like day!

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