Chapter 247 The Ruined Crown

While casting hundreds of Patronus spells, Sherlock began to take out bottles of Sadness potion from his pocket.

He tried his best to suppress the positive emotions that returned to him, and controlled his impulse to dance on the spot, and kept pouring potions into his mouth.

The number of Sadness potions Sherlock had stored was about three times the amount he had used the first time he used multiple Patronus spells to suppress positive emotions.

But this time, the number of crows he summoned was also more than twice the number of the last time.

So he strictly controlled the amount of Sadness potion, and would rather use less than drink more.

Because drinking more would have a greater impact on his negative emotions, and would cause very troublesome problems for subsequent spellcasting.

The silver-white crows surrounded Sherlock, and under the spread of silver light, he finally saw the whole picture of the room at this time.

This is a square as big as two football fields, and the whole room is square, like a rectangular space cut out.

The straw man, holding a lantern in one hand and a sickle in the other, stood at the corner of the room.

The moment the crows appeared, it let out an extremely piercing roar!

The next moment the crows surrounded it, Sherlock waved his hand in the direction of the straw man without hesitation.

The silver-white crows swarmed in with cries!

It was a test, but if Fiddlesticks was really so brainless that he came to find him again without any improvement compared to last year, then the test would become a fatal move!

But just when the silver-white sun formed by the crows was about to touch the straw man, a blood-like light flashed for a moment.

Then the screams stopped abruptly, and the boundless darkness spread from it again, and launched the most intense conflict with the silver-white crows that invaded here!

The dead silence, grayness, and dilapidated atmosphere were entangled with hope, happiness, and positive light.

At this time, Sherlock finally saw what the darkness that erupted from the straw man was.

That was also a flock of crows!

A group of black crows with blood-red eyes!

The black and silver crows collided with each other, and the black and silver colors intertwined, as if they were drawing an ink painting together.

But the black color obviously had the upper hand. After the black crows and silver crows offset each other, they could immediately get a replenishment in number, while the number of silver crows filled with positive emotions was constantly decreasing!

Sherlock found the problem at the first time.

The straw man holding a lamp in one hand and a sickle in the other hand had a tattered crown on his head compared to before!

The new crows also emerged from the crown, which was completely unlike the power it originally possessed.

Sherlock's expression became solemn, and he once again controlled a small number of wands to wave. This time, the spell was a new black magic he had learned.

"God's Edge Without Shadow."

The spell he learned from the magic notebook that Snape threw to him on the first day of school was undoubtedly extremely powerful, and it could be compared with the Explosion Spell.

In addition to the effect of multiple wands casting spells, the advantages of this wand itself are infinitely magnified!

More than a dozen invisible sharp blades emerged in the air, and then swept through all the distance in the middle in an instant, like the teleportation of Apparition, and appeared directly in the center of the black and silver crows!

However, no black crow was affected by this spell, just like a blade passing through the water, only a faint ripple was produced, and finally it chopped on the wall of the room, leaving more than a dozen deep knife marks.

These black crows also ignore normal spells. The only thing that can fight them is the Patronus spell.

But even with such an exaggerated number of Patronuses summoned by Sherlock, they are almost exhausted by it, and the entire black crow flock has not only not decreased, but has continued to fly out of the crown, and more and more black crows have gathered together.

The silver crows that were originally on the offensive side are now suppressed to the defensive side, and are obviously at risk of collapsing at any time!

At this time, the straw man did not stand there in a daze. At this time, it had raised its sickle, and with its other hand, it swung the broken kerosene lamp like a meteor hammer, and stepped on its legs woven from dry branches, running towards Sherlock!

Sherlock, who seemed to have no other choice, did not panic. He calmly waved his hand again, controlled the magic wand to raise again, and used the second Patronus spell without hesitation!

"Expecto Patronus!"

The silver light flashed again, and even if the crows had not formed yet, the straw man, who was less than ten steps away from Sherlock, was blocked outside.

At the same time, he poured all the remaining sadness potions in his pocket into his stomach without hesitation. These amounts were definitely far from enough, but it was better to stop some emotional feedback than not suppress it at all.

Hundreds of silver-white crows surrounded Sherlock again, but this time he did not control them to take the initiative to attack, but guarded them and retreated to the exit of the room behind him.

Sherlock's alma mater is Ravenclaw, not Gryffindor, so he certainly won't be stubborn. Now that he knows that the straw man has something to fight against him, he has no intention of fighting hard.

He is not the only one in this castle. After getting the information, the best strategy is to find out the information about the crown and then find a way to deal with it.

Although there was no brain in Fedtik's straw head, it was obviously not stupid and saw Sherlock's intention clearly.

Black crows continued to pour out of the crown, tearing a hole in the protective net formed by the silver crows. The pace of moving forward was difficult, but it was still approaching Sherlock step by step!

Sherlock's retreat speed was not slow. When Federick was five meters close to him and took two or three steps forward, the sickle could touch him, he had already reached the edge of the entrance of the Room of Requirement.

His face was filled with an irrepressible smile, and a hidden light flashed in his eyes filled with excitement due to the emotional feedback of the Patronus Charm.

Just as he was about to escape from the Room of Requirement, Federick also screamed and rushed forward suddenly, waving the sickle high.

The silver crows surrounding Sherlock suddenly changed from defensive to offensive, and suddenly rushed towards the body of the straw man!

"Bang!"

A heavy object hit the ground, and Federick's huge straw body flew backwards, with countless straws falling off his body!

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