It's just a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

Chapter 218
Silk's trust in Sherlock was unreserved, even if he used a notorious black magic alchemy item in front of her, she didn't ask much.

But she didn't ask, but Sherlock had to explain to her.

"This is something I looted from Bella's woman's family vault. I have almost emptied the entire vault. Now I use it because I found a person."

He didn't turn his face to the back, but pointed to the empty space beside Shining with his right hand hidden in front of him.

Silk immediately understood what Sherlock meant.

The reason she was able to meet Sherlock in the first place was because he had a magic that could see through the cloak of invisibility.

Now he obviously found something in that position.

"Is it a Death Eater?" Silk asked, his lips moving imperceptibly.

Sherlock didn't tell her who it was, but nodded with a gloomy expression.

"It's an old friend, and I will go to him to catch up on the old days."

The competition on the court has entered a fierce stage. The Irish team's offense is fierce, scoring with the Quaffle, and the Bulgarian team is far behind.

But at this time, Sherlock is naturally not in the mood to pay attention to his previous prediction failure. The balance of victory in this game is obviously tilted more towards the Irish team.

His attention was always on Barty Jr.

From the beginning to the end, Batty Jr. did not make any movements, and stared blankly at the playing field, as if watching a lifeless puppet show.

The game finally ended with the victory of the Irish team, but the Bulgarian team's loss was not ugly. Among the players participating in the final, the only Bulgarian team seeker that Sherlock knew-Victor Krum Finally caught the Golden Snitch.

But the huge score gap still did not allow them to win the final victory, and the score was fixed at 170 for the Irish team: 160 for the Bulgarian team.

Harry and Ron were going crazy.

Everyone else thought they were happy for the Irish team to win the championship. Only Hermione, who was also very excited, knew the inside story.

After the game, the players of the two teams came to the top box to meet and shake hands with the two Ministers of Magic, and at the same time, Fudge presented the awards to the players of the Irish team.

The national anthem of Ireland sounded throughout the arena, and the leprechauns glide excitedly in the sky and sprinkle a lot of gold coins, while the veela, the mascots of Bulgaria, showed a dejected look.

Winky left the top box immediately after the game, and Sherlock could clearly feel that little Barty was also taken away by the house elf.

He didn't follow the past immediately, he had a connection with the leading hand, he could feel it no matter where little Barty went, and now Sherlock was going to take a long line.

It's just that a little Barty Crouch can't satisfy his appetite, and he faintly feels that things are far more than that simple.

This trip to the Quidditch World Cup is naturally a happy event for Harry.

Not only did their favorite team win the championship, they also earned a lot of money.

As the head of the Department of Magic and Sports, Balmain certainly didn't have the idea of ​​reneging on his debts, but was extremely surprised by their good luck, and even wondered if they drank a bottle of precious potion called Felix Elixir.

George and Fred also gained a lot. Although they did not press the score, they bet that the Bulgarian team caught the Golden Snitch, but the Irish team won the game.

On the way back, Mr. Weasley also specifically begged them not to tell their mother about the gambling, otherwise they would not have any good fruit to eat.

The Weasley twins certainly wouldn't do such a mindless thing, and they were happily discussing a great plan with the money they won.

Harry and the others were still discussing the match just now with Charlie and Bill, and various Quidditch terms kept popping out of their mouths. Sherlock could understand every word, but he didn't know what those words were like. What the heck do words like "Lonsky feint" mean.

But he is not in the mood to figure it out right now.

Under the perception of the leading hand, little Barty did not leave the woods, he just stood still in the corner of the camp where the wizard camped, it was like the camp where he was stationed here.

Silk walked beside Sherlock, and after she came out of the arena, she kept looking up at the starry sky.

Halfway to the camp, she suddenly stared at a star and said.

"It's not going to be peaceful tonight."

Sherlock paused, and Silk's prophecy immediately reminded him of the little Barty he had just discovered. He narrowed his eyes, and then gave Silk a word.

"If anything happens, leave with the Weasleys."

Silk pursed his lips and didn't make a sound, just walked forward without saying a word.

Looking at her back, Sherlock reluctantly quickened his pace to keep up with her.

"Is it good to be obedient? You also know my strength, and I usually don't..."

"Shut up!" Rarely, Silk interrupted Sherlock roughly.

Sherlock was not angry, just met her eyes hidden under the ribbon, and finally stroked her hair and sighed.

"No matter what, you must protect your safety. I promised Eddie, at least help him take care of you."

This time Silke didn't struggle to get her head out of Sherlock's hands, she just looked at him silently.

"You can't treat me like a child forever."

After she finished speaking, she turned around and walked towards the tent at a faster pace. The two hands tightly clenched into fists were also faintly trembling because of too much force.

Sherlock looked disappointedly at the silver-gray hair behind her being blown by the evening wind. In his eyes, the body holding the windmill in one hand and feeling the lollipops in the other slowly overlapped with her.

He looked at the bright white moon and muttered to himself.

"How can I not think of you as the Amy who can't laugh, can't make trouble, and needs protection?"

Having said this, he shook his head and smiled wryly.

"People are hypocritical."

He didn't know whether he was mocking himself or someone else, and then he didn't keep up with Silk and the Weasleys, but quietly disappeared into the darkness of the woods, heading in a direction that he could clearly perceive moving forward.

There were fans singing the Irish national anthem everywhere, and many wizards danced around the bonfire.

But Sherlock didn't have the slightest intention to stay, until the figure of that person appeared again in his control magic.

(End of this chapter)