Chapter 222 What Did You Bring Back?

Sherlock looked up at Silk, who was still sitting on the branch, and his originally indifferent face showed a helpless smile.

"Can't you say that I am expressing my true feelings? Although I did deliberately delay for so long to give him a chance, some of my words are sincere."

"Also, didn't I ask you to stay with the Weasley family? Why did you come here by yourself?"

Silk looked up at the bright starry sky.

"Star shift, I know where to wait to help you."

Sherlock also looked up at the starry sky with her, but didn't see any signs.

His most scarce magical knowledge is about divination, and the most complicated divination is undoubtedly astrological divination, which is deeply involved in astronomy.

He shook his head, his face was suddenly stunned, and then he showed a smile of success.

"Found it!"

......

Hans felt that his heart was about to jump out of his chest.

He held the unconscious little Batty tightly in his arms, trying to hold back the discomfort caused by using the Apparition in an emergency. His face and upper body were covered in blood.

But he didn't dare to complain, or even curse out his pain.

In the room where Hans Apparated, there were countless people wearing black robes and masks, hiding in the shadows in the corners. When he landed, countless eyes were staring at them.

He was still spitting blood out of his mouth, but he still prostrated himself. When he put down little Batty, he knelt on the sofa chair with his back to them.

"Master!"

He risked his life to save little Batty, of course, not because Hans and he had a deep friendship as colleagues, but purely because if he didn't do this, he would be the only one to come back and report, and the final result would be death.

Only by saving little Batty could he atone for his sins.

Standing next to the sofa, a short and fat wizard who looked like a mouse carefully turned the sofa to the front.

In the whole room, none of these villains who once swaggered in the magic world dared to raise their heads to look directly at the person sitting on the chair, who was now in a state of neither human nor ghost.

Hans did not dare to raise his head either. He put his bloody forehead on the ground and repeated the incident in a hoarse voice.

"We had already connected with Crouch, but a professor named Sherlock Forrest in Hogwarts stopped us. The magic he used was very strange and powerful. Charles and others died there. I finally saved Crouch at the risk of my life."

The man on the sofa said in a cold voice with a rare and gentle voice.

"Little Barty, we meet again. Why don't you dare to look up at your master?"

Little Barty lying on the ground was silent. The people in the room were still amazed at his boldness at first, but soon they found something wrong.

Where little Barty was lying, scarlet blood was constantly flowing out from under him, and soon it gathered into a large pool!

"Wormtail!" The cold voice was so cold that it made people feel like falling into an ice cave, "Go see him, what happened to him."

Peter's face was pale, and he trotted to the side of little Barty, stretched out his hand to feel his breath, then his body trembled, and then turned his whole body over, and saw the bloody hole in the heart behind him!

"He, he, he, he's dead! Master."

After Peter stuttered out this sentence, everyone present couldn't help but tremble.

Hans, who was kneeling on the ground, collapsed directly on the ground, just muttering in disbelief.

"Impossible, impossible..."

The man on the sofa chair did not respond to this, he still stared at little Barty's body!

Of course, he was not sad for the death of the servant. Even the most loyal servant was just a useful tool for him, not worth it, so there was no one in the world who was worthy of him showing a different emotion.

Just like that, he looked at the body of little Barty. No one around dared to make a sound. Even breathing was as light as possible, not daring to disturb the deep thoughts of the demon king.

"What did you bring back!" He seemed to have finally seen something, and his cold tone was mixed with rage, "This body is connected to the traction hand! Our position is exposed!"

Suddenly, countless Death Eaters in the room were in an uproar!

"Burn little Barty's body immediately! Take out the memory of this waste and kill him! Then move! Quick!"

"Yes! Master."

Peter raised the wand in his hand ferociously and pointed it at Hans who was curled up on the ground and dared not resist, but only begged constantly.

"Legislatives!"

Soon after, the fire started, enveloping the entire small building, and also enveloping the two bodies lying in the room.

......

When Sherlock and Silk just returned to the location of the two dead Death Eaters.

More than 20 staff members of the Ministry of Magic surrounded them from all directions.

Obviously, Sherlock's hundreds of explosive spells attracted their attention, and they came late now.

"Sherlock!"

Many of the Ministry of Magic staff who came here were obviously familiar to Sherlock, Kingsley, Mr. Weasley, and several other familiar faces he had seen at the Phoenix Society gathering. They all shouted his name in surprise.

But some of them, even if they were of high status, were not the highest among those who came.

Barty Crouch, the director of the Department of International Magical Cooperation, looked pale, as if he was very nervous about something.

His performance was not outstanding among the Ministry of Magic staff, and most of the others also looked terribly bad.

The dark mark that just lit up in the sky made all the wizards who saw it think of something bad.

"Mr. Forrest, and the lady next to you, you'd better tell us what you have experienced!"

When Sherlock was working at the Auror Command, old Barty had not yet been transferred from the position of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, so of course he recognized him.

However, from the tone, it can be heard that Sherlock, a small staff member of the Auror Command, naturally would not have any friendship with the director of the first department, and the two were just limited to knowing each other.

Except for Mr. Weasley, Kingsley and several people who were old acquaintances of Sherlock, no one else put down their wands and still aimed straight at him.

The appearance of the Dark Mark made everyone present very nervous. They hoped to catch the person who released the mark immediately and force him to say that he used such a mark magic just to mess up the situation, not for any other reasons that people dared not think about.

Faced with such a scene, Sherlock's face did not change at all. He squinted his eyes and turned his head to look at Old Barty.

"Do you really want me to tell you everything I found here? This has a lot to do with you, Director Crouch."

Old Barty's eyes were obviously flustered for a moment, but he still said it firmly.

"What does it have to do with me!"

Sherlock stared at him expressionlessly and said suddenly.

"Your son is dead."

Old Barty trembled all over, and his face twitched uncontrollably.

All the people around him who heard his words were puzzled.

Everyone present knew that Barty Sr.'s son, Barty Jr., had long died in Azkaban. Now Sherlock brought this up for no reason. What was the point of exposing someone's scars?

"Everyone... knows that my son had long died!"

Barty Sr. tried his best to suppress his voice. Others did not notice it, but Sherlock clearly heard his trembling voice.

He smiled lightly and did not say anything more about Barty Jr., but said.

"While watching the Quidditch World Cup final, I noticed a few strange people on the viewing platform."

When Sherlock said this, he could clearly feel that Barty Sr.'s muscles were tensed up under his control of magic perception.

"I have been secretly following them since I came out of the stadium, and finally came here. When the riots happened, these people also found me and attacked me. I killed two of them to protect myself, and let the remaining two escape."

He recounted the whole process truthfully, but did not mention Barty Jr. again.

The staff of the Ministry of Magic looked at each other. Of course, they would not let Sherlock and Silk leave directly. They would take them to the Ministry of Magic to take notes.

Kingsley accompanied Sherlock and the others to the magic room, while old Crouch stayed at the scene with the others.

He walked tremblingly to the two bodies that were riddled with holes and horrible to look at. There was an Auror beside him who was taking notes seriously.

"Preliminary analysis shows that the fatal spell is Transfiguration, which first trapped the person, then transformed into a sharp weapon to pierce the person. These potholes at the scene are the effects of the explosion spell. It is estimated that the power is very great. At least twenty wizards worked together to create the effect."

Old Barty did not listen to what he said. He just gritted his teeth and waved the wand in his hand, and used magic to remove the masks on the faces of the two dead bodies.

Those were two bloodless faces, both of which were from the famous pure-blood families in the British magic world, but they did not have that familiar face.

Old Barty let out a long sigh of relief, his expression returned to calm, and he didn't know what he was thinking in his gloomy eyes.

At this time, Sherlock was certainly not embarrassed in the Auror Command Center. The person who took his notes and asked about the relevant details was Kingsley.

It was just a simple record, and the incident was defined as Sherlock's reasonable self-defense counterattack.

Sherlock didn't tell him anything about young Barty, and Silk also kept silent about it.