Chapter 220: Familiar Face
Chapter 220: Familiar Face
Sherlock had been keeping a close eye on Barty Jr.
He maintained a distance of about ten meters, always following the little sprite who seemed to be pulled back by some unseen force.
Winky, gripping Barty Jr. tightly, didn't dare let go for a moment. She dragged him away from the crowd, muttering incessantly.
"Hurry up and leave! We need to find the master quickly!"
"Winky is scared! There are bad wizards everywhere! Everywhere!"
However, she didn't notice that at some point, Barty Jr., who had been struggling to go back, suddenly stopped resisting.
In the midst of the chaos, he had picked up a wand from the ground. Now, he held it with a cold, sinister gaze, pointing it at Winky.
A bright red spell flashed silently, and Winky was hit without a doubt. Her large eyes struggled to stay open, but she couldn't resist the heavy weight that bore down on her, eventually collapsing on the ground.
Barty Jr. panted heavily. The Invisibility Cloak he wore was still in place. In the quiet, empty thicket, his breathing sounded particularly eerie.
After a moment, he seemed to recover, a silent, grim smile spreading across his face. He then gently lifted the wand, which he had picked up from some unfortunate soul, pointing its tip at the sky. He coldly cast a spell.
"Morsmordre!"
A brilliant green light shot from the tip of the wand, rising into the night sky like a firework. Then, a massive Dark Mark exploded in the air!
After casting the spell that would undoubtedly add to the chaos of the night, Barty Jr. casually tossed the wand next to Winky, tightened his Invisibility Cloak, and walked deeper into the woods.
Sherlock silently watched as he regained his freedom, making no move to stop him. He continued to follow Barty Jr. like a shadow.
He noticed Harry and his two friends, who were the first to see the Dark Mark, but he didn't reveal himself to them.
In his perception, about twenty Ministry of Magic employees were heading this way, so Harry and his friends were safe without his intervention.
Barty Jr. moved purposefully through the thicket, heading toward a more isolated area. After about twenty minutes, he saw three wizards standing ahead, wearing black robes and iron masks, waiting for him.
Sherlock's face instantly showed a cold smile when he saw this.
Just as he had guessed.
The chaos that erupted after the Quidditch World Cup was entirely orchestrated by the Death Eaters, or rather, the Dark Lord who was still clinging to life.
They had somehow learned that Barty Crouch Jr., once the most loyal Death Eater to Voldemort, was still alive. They used the World Cup to create widespread disorder, providing Barty Jr. with an opportunity to escape from his father's control.
Now, the meeting between Barty Jr. and these three wizards clearly indicated that their plan had succeeded.
"Where is the master?"
Barty Jr.'s voice was hoarse and low, as if he hadn't spoken in a long time.
The masked wizard in the middle spoke in a muffled voice.
"We are here to take you to the master."
"Then what are you waiting for!" Barty Jr.'s true character was clearly different from his demeanor at the Ministry of Magic. He was irritable and extremely impatient.
The three Death Eaters responsible for his escort dared not show any dissatisfaction.
Within the Death Eaters, there were certainly hierarchies. Barty Jr., who had made significant contributions to Voldemort and remained loyal even after falling from power, would naturally hold a very high status when Voldemort returned.
"We still need to meet up with others; they are currently entangled with the Ministry of Magic."
"If those worthless people can't even extricate themselves from such a situation, they don't deserve to be the master's followers!"
Barty Jr.'s tone was vicious, and years of imprisonment had made his temper even worse.
"Take me to see the master immediately! That is the most important task of your mission!"
The three Death Eaters had no choice but to grab Barty Jr.'s arms and wave their wands, preparing to Apparate away with him.
However, just as they were about to utter the Apparition Spell, a calm voice suddenly rang through the air.
"Anti-Apparition."
The moment this spell was cast, faint red threads of light appeared in the darkness, and the surrounding space solidified like water turning to ice!
With Sherlock at the center, a ten-meter radius was completely locked down, prohibiting all Apparition magic by wizards!
This was a casting technique Sherlock developed after obtaining the second Horcrux and completing another level of Soul Stitching. He combined the originally specific maintenance required for Anti-Apparition magic with Control Magic. As long as the Control Magic field was active, the Anti-Apparition effect would persist within the field.
In other words, anyone under Sherlock's Control Magic would be trapped in a similar realm to Hogwarts, where only special beings like house-elves and phoenixes could Apparate. Wizards, on their own, would be unable to escape.
As the space was sealed, the Disillusionment Charm on Sherlock's body could no longer be maintained, revealing his form.
The three masked Death Eaters, upon seeing only Sherlock, relaxed from their initial tension.
They quickly pointed their wands at him, but they failed to notice the numerous wands rising slowly from the bushes behind them.
Sherlock remained calm despite being targeted by three wands.
"Why don't you finish what you were saying? Where is your master now?"
Barty Jr. stared at Sherlock with his cold eyes, a sinister smile playing on his lips.
"Since you're so eager to know, why don't you come with us? And you look familiar, very much like someone I've seen before."
Sherlock narrowed his eyes. He didn't believe Barty Jr. could recognize him; the face he used seventeen years ago was vastly different from the one he had now.
"Sherlock Forrest, the Dark Magic Defense Professor at Hogwarts", one of the masked Death Eaters whispered to Barty Jr., revealing Sherlock's identity.
Barty Jr.'s face twisted into a mocking smile.
"Ah, Forrest, I wondered who you were! The son of that woman, no less!"
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(End of Chapter)
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