Chapter 257: Fierce Fire
Chapter 257: Fierce Fire
The silver raven was no different from the other Patronus Crows, appearing entirely identical.
However, it ignored the black crows that naturally obstructed the Patronus Charm and flew straight toward Federick, who was at the center of the flock.
Just as it approached within three meters of the Straw Golem, needing only a single breath to touch the crown on its head—
The Straw Golem, despite its massive size, moved with incredible agility. It suddenly raised the rusted scythe in its hand and aimed it at the approaching Crow.
"Swish!"
Like an ordinary scythe in a farmer's hand, freshly used to harvest wheat, it swung down without hesitation. The speed was so fast that the silver raven had no chance to avoid it!
But just as the seemingly dull blade was about to land on the silver raven, less than ten centimeters away, a deep blue light suddenly flashed around the raven!
The rusted scythe was firmly blocked by the Armor Charm, but under the immense force, the moment the blade and the blue light shield met, countless cracks like a spider web appeared on the protective spell!
The silver raven did not hesitate. It immediately dispelled the transformation.
Sherlock's form reappeared in the space!
He did not retreat but leaned forward, extending his right arm, despite the clear "crack" sound of the Armor Charm about to shatter above his head.
In the next second, as the Armor Charm shattered completely, Sherlock's hand touched the crown on Fidelius's head, covered in bloodstains!
The Straw Golem let out a loud, piercing scream. Sherlock clung tightly to the icy crown, using all his strength to try to pull it off Fidelius's head!
But the crown seemed to be fused with the Straw Golem's body. No matter how hard Sherlock tried, he could not budge it an inch!
Fidelius, no longer concerned with the weakening Patronus Crows that were about to dissipate, suddenly retreated, dragging Sherlock, who still had a hand on the crown, back into the densest darkness.
Sherlock, who had already anticipated this and had previously tried to remove the crown using Control Magic without success, now realized there was almost no way to separate the two.
So, he did not stubbornly hold onto the crown. Instead, he quietly placed a wand, which had appeared in his hand at some point, into the center of the crown.
Then, before the scythe could strike him, he released his grip and rolled through the flock of crows, which resembled a black cloud, finally returning to Professor Mcgonagall and the others, looking bedraggled.
Sherlock's face was pale and ashen, his overall appearance abnormal.
The black crows that could resist Patronuses, though unable to cause direct physical harm, continuously eroded one's spirit. This made Sherlock, who had only made a single trip through the flock, appear completely drained.
"The original plan won't work. We have to go with the backup plan", he said gravely.
Upon hearing this, the expressions of the four headmasters and Silke became significantly more serious.
But they had already collectively made a decision, and at this moment, no headmaster showed any hesitation.
They all raised their wands in front of themselves and nodded at Sherlock.
After throwing Sherlock off, Fidelius had now completely released all its bindings!
Surrounded by a swarm of crows like a dark cloud, it raised the scythe in its hand, crushing the doe, mole, and crow Patronuses, and charged toward Sherlock and the others with an unstoppable momentum!
Sherlock’s expression was serious. Facing the Straw Golem, which was now less than ten meters away, he uttered a spell he had never used before.
In the next moment, a small, cold, orange-yellow flame appeared at the tip of the wand embedded in the center of the crown on Fidelius's head!
The flame resembled the light from the kerosene lamp Fidelius held, but it was far more terrifying. The evil contained in that small flame made everyone who saw it shudder with fear!
The Wrathfire Curse, an incredibly dark and evil spell.
There was almost nothing it couldn’t burn, and it was extremely difficult to control, even by the one who cast it, with a high chance of it turning against the caster.
It wasn’t one of the Unforgivable Curses, but in certain situations, it could be even more terrifying than the Unforgivable Curses!
After all, even the Killing Curse couldn’t kill an entire city, but the Wrathfire Curse had such power.
The moment the flame emerged from the wand tip, it set alight the wand Sherlock had hidden in the Straw Golem’s head.
For a high-level Dark Magic spell like the Wrathfire Curse, Sherlock couldn’t directly use Control Magic to cast it, so he had to use a wand.
The burning wand acted as the perfect accelerant, causing the small flame to instantly expand and then spread to the blood-stained crown!
Fidelius, who was swinging its scythe, stopped its charge at this moment, emitting a scream of excruciating pain. The crown seemed to be connected to it!
A blood-red light shone on the surface of the crown, as if trying to resist the invasion of the wrathfire, but its efforts were futile.
The wrathfire, now burning like a bonfire on top of the Straw Golem, completely enveloped it!
The Straw Golem’s shrill screams made Professor Mcgonagall and the others frown, but they didn’t let go of their wands or cover their ears.
At this moment, a black mist suddenly rose from the crown. The wrathfire relentlessly pursued it, like a venomous snake that had found its prey, tightly entwining it, as if determined to swallow it whole!
“Sherlock Forrest!!!”
The upper part of the black mist, which had been mostly consumed by the wrathfire, suddenly transformed into a human face, screaming Sherlock’s name.
“It’s not over! You will understand! It’s far from over!!!”
As it uttered the last syllable, the orange-yellow flames engulfed it completely, then continued to spread downward!
Federick rolled on the ground desperately, trying to extinguish the flames on his body, but his efforts were in vain!
(End of Chapter)
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