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Today's dinner ended after Dumbledore had preached all the rules.

From Harry, after hearing all the information about Sherlock's experience in the castle for more than a year and his rumored girlfriend Shilk.

Satisfied, Fleur left the auditorium with the other Beauxbatons students and returned to the huge carriage that had brought them here.

Students from the two schools will live on their transport during the time they are at Hogwarts, which saves Hogwarts from preparing them with additional accommodation.

After Fleur left, Ron returned to normal from the state of being like a mallet, unable to say a word for a long time.

"Veela, she's a veela!"

Hearing his excited voice, Hermione rolled her eyes.

"You idiot! Harry told us a long time ago that this girl named Fleur is a mixed-race Veela, with only a quarter of Veela blood in her body."

"She's charming, isn't she?" said Ron intoxicated.

Hermione sneered and said with her head held high.

"No matter how beautiful she is, it doesn't matter to you. She already has someone she likes."

Ron blushed instantly.

"I just said she was good-looking, but I didn't say I liked her."

Then, he hesitated for a long time before asking.

"Did I just miss something? Did she say who she likes?"

Hermione snorted and squinted at him.

"Anyway, that person is not you. Why do you want to know so much?"

Harry didn't intervene in their conversation.

He is also not interested in who Fleur likes, because he is staring at a Ravenclaw black-haired girl, and said with a smirk.

"Actually, the girls at Hogwarts are not bad either."

Hermione scorned the mentality of these two adolescent boys who seemed to be covering up, but in fact had already made it clear.

Instead, he turned around and walked towards the Gryffindor lounge with his major discovery tonight.

Also after the dinner, Sherlock and Silk returned to his office together.

They sat at the desk, Sherlock solemnly took out the four wooden boxes containing Fiddlesticks from the pocket he was carrying with him.

"I have found that since it was caught, it has not stopped resisting. Even if I can carry it with me, it is impossible to keep alert to it all the time. This is not the way."

Shilk looked at the four wooden boxes on the desk, frowned slightly, and said in a cold voice.

"It will indeed resist all the time. In the Department of Mysterious Affairs of the German Ministry of Magic, there will be special personnel monitoring it 24 hours a day, and it has been like this for the past few years."

Sherlock touched his forehead with a headache.

"So what? There's no one of us who can stare at him all day long. Or do you have to give it back to your old boss in the end?"

Shilk looked at the wooden box and looked at Sherlock again, as if he had something to say, but he also cared about something.

Sherlock saw her entanglement, helped him pour him a cup of black tea, and said with a smile on his face.

"There is no need to hide anything between us. If you know something and want to say it, don't be afraid."

Silk stared at him silently for a while, and finally spoke slowly.

"Besides divination in the Department of Mysteries, my main function was to watch over it, and before I was given this job, I had the right to consult all the research materials about Fiddlesticks."

"And in some of the materials, among the silent people who watched and studied it before, someone put forward the idea of ​​​​completely controlling Fiddlesticks and being able to be controlled by wizards. His experimental target was selected by the German Ministry of Magic at that time, And a special group has been set up to conduct research.”

"Because Fiddlesticks' ability is very peculiar, if the Ministry of Magic can completely control it, it is not just as simple as adding another thug, but a new research direction in the entire field of mysterious magic. "

"With the support of the entire German Ministry of Magic, and the purpose of the silent people who started to study this aspect is also very clear, they will soon have corresponding results. After verifying countless possibilities, they paid a dozen wizards to be paid. After Detick devoured the food as the price, these people settled on the only viable solution."

"Using its inherent fear of the Patronus Charm, and using the Patronus Charm to weaken its own power. Signing an unequal contract between a wizard's soul and Fiddlesticks' own soul is similar to Just like the contract made by the wizard to the house elf, it can only submit to the designated wizard for eternity, and no idea of ​​resistance can arise."

Hearing Shilk's calm remarks, Sherlock couldn't help but feel a shudder in his heart.

"And then? Since Fiddlesticks was able to escape later, it means that their plan did not succeed."

Shirk nodded.

"Theoretical possibility, after all, is only theoretical. Thinking of Fiddlesticks, an inherently powerful black magic creature, is far from being as simple as they think."

"When they started to put the theory into action, they discovered that no matter how much the Patronus Charm weakened Fiddlesticks, the monster's soul strength is still higher than any wizard~lightnovelpub.net~ And if If the wizard's own soul is not as good as his, the situation will become very bad, and the person who signs the contract will be eaten directly by Fiddlesticks."

"After the entire Department of Mysteries was doing this research at the time, and almost only the then-director died, they finally gave up this plan. Thinking that Fiddlesticks had no possibility of being enslaved, Seal all the data, and no one is entitled to access it except for every silent person who is responsible for looking after it."

Having said that, Silk stared at Sherlock's contemplative face extremely solemnly.

"I hesitated to tell you about this, not because of something, but because I didn't want you to make such an attempt on it. The German Ministry of Magic has paid dozens of silent people to confirm this Monsters are uncontrollable."

Sherlock didn't respond to her concerns immediately, but touched his unshaven chin with a thoughtful look on his face, and his beard was a little prickly, and softly repeated the words Shilk had just said.

"Let the wizard's soul be stronger than it..."