Chapter 220 The Failed Killing Curse

After little Barty finished speaking, the scene instantly became cold.

The cold night wind blew between them, and the three masked Death Eaters were all covered in hair, as if they were being stared at by something terrifying.

They swallowed and looked around cautiously. They did not think that the dangerous feeling came from the young wizard who was only in his twenties opposite.

The smile on Sherlock's face faded, and he stared expressionlessly at little Barty, who had no wand in his hand but was still confident.

Under the moonlight, the hair on his forehead was gently blowing in the wind. There was no emotion in his green eyes, but they seemed to be hiding something that was not erupting.

"Hmm, that woman you are talking about, is her name Sally Forrest?"

His voice was calm, as if he was asking a trivial matter.

The smile on little Barty's face became brighter and brighter, and his pale face laughed wildly, as if he remembered something extremely funny.

"Hahaha...Sally Forrest, that's right! Sally Forrest, that's her name! You remember this very clearly."

He opened his eyes wide and met Sherlock's eyes, which were full of provocation and teasing.

"I didn't expect that woman would become like that and leave a child in the world. Do you resent that crazy woman? You must have hated her very much when you were a child, right?"

The tips of the countless wands floating behind them that had been aimed at them flickered for a moment, but in the end the light of the magic spell stopped and did not shoot out.

"Have you seen her? Do you know why she became like that?" Sherlock asked flatly, but anyone who knew him well knew that when he spoke in such a tone, he was actually extremely cold.

Little Barty seemed to have recalled something wonderful. He spread his hands, like a speaker delivering a passionate speech on a high platform, and spoke happily and passionately.

"I had not graduated from Hogwarts at that time, but I had already come into contact with the master's great ambition. One night when the master gathered like-minded people like us for a gathering, I watched your mother - Sally ·Forrest, the whole process of how this stubborn woman turned from a normal person into a madman in order to prevent her master’s great cause!”

He squinted his indifferent eyes with a faint cold light, glanced behind him imperceptibly, and then said in a voice of awe, admiration, and madness.

"I have never seen my master so angry. Obviously that woman made a mistake and made an unforgivable mistake. In front of all his servants, he asked Bella to use the most cruel means to inflict... Punishment, a punishment worse than death! In the end, she went completely crazy and was thrown back to Dumbledore!"

"Haha, I didn't expect that after she returned, there would be someone willing to make peace with such a lunatic and a waste, and give birth to a little bastard like you! Let me guess, who is your hungry father? Such a crazy woman, he Are you able to do it?"

After his words fell, there was silence around him, and the air seemed to be frozen.

The three masked Death Eaters guarding little Barty were sweating from the palms of their hands holding their wands tightly.

Standing opposite them, the expression on the face of the young man who became a Hogwarts professor at a young age and rose to fame has never changed, but it seems to have undergone earth-shaking changes.

The night wind blew up a corner of Sherlock's robe, making a trembling sound of "hula hula".

"She had expected it before she went." He spoke softly, without communicating with anyone, just talking to himself, "Erase the memory, not be discovered, bear all the revenge after the failure... ....”

Little Barty didn't hear clearly what Sherlock was saying at this time, and his real attention was not here. Instead, he made hidden gestures with his hands hidden behind his back, reminding the three Death Eaters behind him.

"No wonder you look so familiar to me. You look so much like that crazy woman." Little Barty smiled ferociously, "So you threw yourself into the trap tonight because you wanted to experience what your great mother went through." Torture?”

Sherlock didn't speak again. He just slowly raised his head, stared at little Barty indifferently, and gently raised his empty left hand.

The moment he raised his hand, Barty Jr. suddenly roared.

"Put a spell!"

The voices of the three Death Eaters and Sherlock reciting the spell came to mind almost at the same time!

"Thunderbolt explosion."

"Protect everything!"×3.

The dazzling white light and the blue light mask, which looked like a big bowl upside down on the ground, appeared at the same time!

"Boom!"

The huge roar made the ground tremble violently!

Countless trees around him were blown apart by the powerful shock wave and fell to the ground.

Wet soil splashed everywhere, cutting through the air like a bullet, and there was a "whoosh" sound.

But Sherlock did not stop the movement of his hand. He raised his hand expressionlessly and continued to recite the next spell.

"Avada Kedavra!"

The wands flying in the sky were like well-disciplined soldiers receiving orders. They uniformly pointed the tips of the wands directly below at the huge mud pit blown up by hundreds of explosion spells.

The dark green light flickered on the tip of the wand, densely packed, like countless green eyes opened in the dark night.

The next second, the green filled with death illuminated the entire bush!

When little Barty heard Sherlock recite the unforgivable spell, he felt like he was falling into an ice cave, his eyes full of despair and despair.

He discovered the abnormal wands behind him at the beginning and realized that Sherlock was not simple.

That's why he tried to irritate him with words, so that he had no time to use any weird means to report to the Ministry of Magic, and at the same time gave a hint to the other three Death Eaters to prepare them.

Even if the means were strange, what kind of strange magic had he not seen in the magic world?

Although he always thought that his master's subordinates were a bunch of useless people except him, for ordinary wizards, wizards who could become Death Eaters were already rare masters, otherwise they would not have been entangled with Aurors for so many years.

Sherlock's young appearance made little Barty not think he had the strength of one-on-three.

However, at the moment when the hundreds of explosive spells lit up, Little Barty knew that he had guessed wrong!

According to his expectation, the variant armor spell used by the three adult wizards would be able to defend Sherlock's first wave of attack. After blocking the first wave of attack, they could organize a counterattack.

But in the end, only the first wave of explosive spells directly blew through the variant armor spell used by the three people.

Just when Little Barty and the other four were dizzy and had not yet climbed out of the pit, Sherlock's next spell was ready.

Little Barty was naturally very familiar with the spell of the killing curse. He could not count the number of people he had killed with this extremely dark black magic.

Staring at the countless green eyes opening in the sky, he could not feel any hope of survival!

"No!!!"

Little Barty, who had just regained his freedom and was facing death again, shouted desperately.

But his actions could not stop the blooming of those death beams!

Dense spells poured down like heavy rain, and dark green raindrops slid down from the air mercilessly and fell into the big pit where Little Barty and the other four were!

The dense spell barrage, and in such a narrow target range, there was no way for them to avoid these killing curses.

Each person was hit by at least dozens of killing curses.

But what was beyond the expectations of Little Barty and the other four was that those killing curses did not cause direct death to them when they fell on them. They were bleeding from their ears, noses, mouths, eyes, and seven orifices, and their consciousness was very drowsy, but they did not die directly after all!

Little Barty was ecstatic after encountering death and having the hope of living again!

He grabbed the wand of a Death Eater next to him, and while casting a spell in the direction of Sherlock, he fled without hesitation!

The other three people in the pit reacted half a beat slower than Little Barty, but after they came to their senses, they immediately climbed out of the pit without hesitation and fled desperately.

No one wanted to continue to resist Sherlock. This man was equal to hundreds of people, so he always had the advantage in numbers when facing four wizards.

Including Barty, they only wanted to escape alive.

Sherlock certainly would not give them this opportunity.

The wand was gently waved in the air, without any spells, but the surrounding environment had changed dramatically.

The appearance of the trees that were blown to the ground changed dramatically. Countless vines like snakes spread around and soon entangled the two Death Eaters who fell at the back.

The vines wrapped around their bodies, just like a python wrapped around its prey, and directly wrapped them all, leaving only four legs still struggling.

Sherlock's face was cold, without any hesitation or hesitation, and he gently snapped his fingers in the air.

In an instant, countless steel-like spikes grew on the vines, piercing the two Death Eaters who were wrapped!

The four legs that were still struggling violently suddenly straightened, and then fell to the ground helplessly.

The scarlet sticky blood fell to the ground and soon gathered into a puddle. The thick vines slowly returned to their original shape, leaving only two broken bodies falling helplessly to the ground.

Sherlock turned a blind eye to this, and did not look at the Death Eater who fled in another direction, but walked towards the direction of little Barty with an expressionless face.