Sherlock Holmes at Hogwarts.

Chapter 89: Crawler

"Look carefully, this silvery-white liquid has an irregular shape that is close to an ellipse. Here, here, and here."

Sherlock squatted on the ground and pointed these out to Harry one by one.

“They are all obvious trailing and splashing marks.

This means that the unicorn has performed more intense actions such as running and jumping on this side.

It was obviously left behind when it was frightened or excited and fled."

Sherlock looked up, his grey eyes sparkling.

“Although Hagrid didn’t provide much information, fortunately the unicorn left us important clues.

I think... we'll be able to meet 'him' soon."

Harry suddenly became nervous after hearing Sherlock's words: "If we really meet him..."

Sherlock gave the standard answer directly: "Use the magic wand to release the flames immediately, and then take decisive action!"

"understand!"

Hearing the leader say this, Harry immediately became determined.

Wasn't it for this very reason that Sherlock brought him to the Forbidden Forest?

That ancient curse...

As the two men and the dog gradually went deeper into the forest, the trees became extremely dense, and even the path was almost impassable.

In contrast, the bloodstains on the ground became denser and denser.

Sherlock even found a tree root that was almost entirely dyed silver.

Sherlock squatted down and examined the bloodstains, frowning in thought.

Yaya also became more and more irritable.

It even started trying to grab Sherlock's robes, trying to get him back the way he came.

"Shh..."

Sherlock naturally wouldn't turn back halfway.

After comforting Fang, he stood up again, "Harry, stay hidden."

After walking a few steps over the tree roots, Sherlock stopped.

Here, the silvery-white bloodstains crossed an ancient oak tree, and there was an open space in front.

A painful and miserable sound was heard, and a white object glittered on the ground.

It was the unicorn that Hagrid had been searching for.

It's just that its condition is very bad now.

Its four legs were still in the position it had fallen in, its flawless white mane was spread on the dark fallen leaves, and a hint of pleading could still be seen in its already hazy eyes.

It was clear that although the unicorn was still alive, it was dying.

Sherlock did not act rashly, and also signaled Harry and Fang to stay where they were and wait and see.

As he expected, the bushes at the edge of the clearing began to shake.

Sherlock perked up and immediately turned his attention there.

A hooded figure emerged from the shadows and began to crawl towards the fallen unicorn.

It was obviously a human being, but the crawling posture at this moment was like a dark beast, which was chilling.

Harry and Fang were stunned by the scene before them.

The man and the dog stood there in a daze, as if they had lost the ability to move.

Sherlock, who was mentally prepared, certainly would not be like them.

He slowly raised his wand and pointed it at the cloaked figure.

Although fists are useful, Sherlock has not forgotten that he is now a wizard.

The figure that flashed out from the shadows finally crawled to the side of the unicorn and slowly lowered its head.

Shockingly, he actually began to drink blood from the unicorn's wound.

The unicorn, whose eyes were originally hazy, seemed to feel the passing of its own life and let out a tragic cry.

Even though its legs were broken, it still struggled unwillingly, and the horns on its forehead emitted a dazzling white light.

It was as if it hoped to drive away the shadow of death that was shrouding it through this light.

Unfortunately, no matter how strong the light is, it cannot block what is happening before your eyes.

At this moment, Sherlock no longer hesitated, and the spell he had prepared long ago shot straight towards the figure.

"All petrified!"

The reptiles who persecuted the unicorns had no idea that they would be ambushed.

He was hit by the full-body binding spell thrown by Sherlock and fell headfirst into the bushes.

Seeing that the spell he cast hit the other party, Sherlock did not let down his guard.

At this time, Harry and Fang finally regained their ability to move.

Yaya screamed and ran away.

As Hagrid had said, it was truly cowardly.

Harry overcame his fear and was about to launch the fireworks as Sherlock said.

But at this critical moment, a sharp pain penetrated his head, as if his scar had suddenly caught fire.

This was a feeling I had never felt before.

Even the last time I looked into Snape's eyes, oh, should I say Quirrell's, it didn't hurt this much!
Harry's vision blurred and he stumbled back.

Sherlock took a quick glance and immediately cast another spell in the direction of the falling shadow without hesitation:
"Thunderbolt explosion!"

The formed explosive spell is very powerful, equivalent to more than ten kilograms of TNT.

It just bounces aimlessly after hitting an object.

If the caster is very close, there is a high possibility of hurting themselves.

Fortunately, Sherlock only had a rough target at this time, and the distance was far enough, which was the perfect time to cast the explosive spell.

However, Sherlock didn't think his second spell would work.

Sure enough, with just a cold snort, a magic barrier appeared out of thin air, directly repelling the spell cast by Sherlock.

At the same time, a sinister voice roared:
"Ruin my good deeds, go to hell!"

After the opponent cast the Iron Armor Charm to deflect the Explosion Curse, he shook his wrist and shouted:

"Tear to pieces!" A surge of black waves emerged from the front of the spell, rushing towards Sherlock with the momentum to destroy everything.

When did the Crushing Spell become so powerful?

How could he use a normal offensive spell like black magic?
Because before casting the spell, Sherlock had already thought that the other party would counterattack, so he had already dodged to the side before the other party raised his hand.

While the enemy was preparing for the next wave of attack, he chanted the spell again:
"There are many obstacles!"

Sherlock's powers of observation are very sharp.

This is especially true after entering combat.

From the moment the other party sucked the unicorn's blood, he realized that this guy was in a bad state.

Especially after casting the Crushing Spell just now, his breathing became heavy and even his movements became a little slow.

Hagrid's description combined with Sherlock's own knowledge of magical creatures made him understand everything.

For this guy, who is eager to maintain his vitality and magic, nothing is more important than killing a unicorn and drinking its blood.

The most important thing is that he can't afford to delay!
Not to mention Dumbledore, even if Hagrid, who was nearby, came over, it would be enough to give him a hard time.

So after casting an obstacle spell, Sherlock sped up and rushed towards the opponent.

He is indeed a wizard.

But close combat is his advantage!

By the time the other party reacted, Sherlock had already come behind him.

Even though he was hit by the barrier spell, the black-robed wizard reacted quickly and cast an armor spell silently.

However, he never expected that it was not a spell that attacked him.

The sharp sword that had been unsheathed long ago pierced into the opponent's soft spot on the waist at a tricky angle.

The sword shone coldly, flashing a resolute light in the dim light, echoing with the wand in the right hand.

Bleeding!
Unfortunately, the magical shield created by the Ironclad Charm not only deflects spells, but also affects physical entities.

So the sword was ultimately inserted a little shallowly and failed to hit the vital point.

At the same time, a brilliant red flame rose into the sky.

Harry endured the severe pain on his forehead, covered the scar with one hand, and pointed the wand to the sky with the other hand to cast the agreed signal.

"Damn it!"

The black-robed wizard roared and prepared to take the first step.

Once Dumbledore saw the signal and rushed over, he would have no way of escaping.

Unexpectedly, a sharp pain suddenly came from my kidneys.

But it was Sherlock who drew his sword and planned to try again.

He was shocked on the spot.

An 11-year-old wizard actually wanted to score twice when facing himself?

Are Gryffindors so brave?
"That's unreasonable!"

After the surprise came extreme anger.

"There are many obstacles!"

It was also an obstacle spell, but the black-robed wizard who was under the spell still had enough energy to cast the Armor Spell to protect himself, but Sherlock's second sword could no longer stab out.

At the same time, the figure retreated rapidly like an arrow.

Sherlock's actions returned to normal, but he did not let down his guard.

He put away his wand and took out the round shield he had prepared long ago.

"Heart-breaking and bone-cutting!"

A sharp cry came from the direction where the black-robed wizard fled, and the scarlet light emitted by the Cruciatus Curse even changed the color of the forest in the dark night.

To be on the safe side, Sherlock did not raise his shield to block, but threw the shield out directly and dodged to the side.

"boom!"

The Cruciatus Curse hit the shield directly, and the explosion caused by the collision between the two sides lifted up a large amount of soil.

But the spell was eventually blocked by the shield.

Sherlock let out a breath.

This time he is really gone.

If we don't leave now, it will be too late.

At this time, Harry ran to Sherlock and helped him up.

"Sherlock, I'm sorry about the scar I got just now..."

Sherlock stood up with Harry's help. Although he couldn't see him, he still patted his shoulder and said:

"Dear Harry, it's not your fault that the intense pain is preventing you from concentrating."

"How did you know..."

Harry was stunned for a moment, thinking of Sherlock's special ability, and then said in annoyance:

"But I didn't help you—we came here together, but in the end you had to fight him alone..."

"If you hadn't successfully sent the signal, he wouldn't have been able to leave so quickly."

After Sherlock finished speaking, he pointed to the ground beside him and said, "Harry, can you help me pick it up?"

Harry then picked up the shield that had just blocked the Cruciatus Curse.

But when Harry took it in his hand, he was surprised to find that this was not a shield at all.
It was clearly the rock cake that Sherlock had brought out from Hagrid's hut!

However, these rock cakes have obviously been processed now, with layers pressed together and a handle added on one side.

Harry was stunned:
"Sherlock, you actually used it as a protective gear!"

The shock of this incident made Harry forget even his guilt.

He couldn't help but think of what Sherlock had said to him and Ron:

"If we use it not as food but as weapons and armor, it will become very useful."

He actually did it!

Sherlock seemed to see through Harry's thoughts and said with a smile:

"It's certainly practical, isn't it?"

Harry: ○|￣|_
What else can be said?
I can only admire him deeply.

(End of this chapter)