With a playful smile on his face, Sherlock waved his wand lightly, and a huge magic shield glowing with purple light appeared in front of him, and as soon as the magic light from countless flying waves entered the range of the magic shield, it was completely absorbed, and Sherlock under the cover of night, standing alone in front of the Death Eaters, the fire elemental active around him exuded a compelling brilliance.

The huge magic shield in front of him was like the strongest defense that could not be broken in the eyes of the Death Eaters, and Prometheus returned to Sherlock's side to form a fire-colored vortex that enveloped Sherlock, and everyone could only see the vague figure in the flame vortex, and at this moment it was like the god of fire in the sky descending to earth.

"A group of miscellaneous fish, even if your old master drags a broken body, he is not much stronger than you, with your current level, what else can you do except bully some Muggles who don't have any strength?" The corners of Sherlock's mouth drew a hint of disdain.

Sherlock's voice was like thunder in a whirlpool of fire, and the Death Eaters were truly terrified.

"He seems to be Sherlock Mephisto, and I remember that the whole Mephisto family came to watch the World Cup today." A Death Eater seemed to recognize him, and he whispered to a tall Death Eater among them.

The name Sherlock caused a commotion among the Death Eaters, many of whom lowered their wands as if preparing to flee.

What are you kidding, it's the Prince of Charms, but with his own strength, he can hard-fight Voldemort twice A terrible boy, and he is extremely talented in the prime of Charms, and can be said to be an outstanding genius without precedent.

Coupled with Sherlock's short teenage life, there are countless auras shrouded in it, and the other party is known as the first silent person who can control the silence from ancient times to the present.

The strength is even more powerful and extraordinary, and there was once a Prophet Daily newspaper published an argument by wizard magic scholars, the silence in Sherlock's body is extremely powerful, because the generation of silence is due to the dark magic creature produced by the magic power in the little wizard's body for too long to be released, although it is a magical creature, but it is also a collection of magical powers.

The magic in Sherlock's body has surpassed others since he was a child, and the most powerful one in history who has caused the worst influence is the one in New York, who was even able to suppress the first Dark Lord Grindelwald purely in terms of strength.

And the silence in Sherlock's body now is even stronger than the one in New York at the beginning.

There is Silence in Sherlock's body, if you attack, Sherlock releases Silence Ran's power is terrifying, and if you receive it, Silence in Sherlock's body can continue to provide more powerful dark magic.

To say that the current Sherlock is more like a real Dark Lord, the Dark Lord who is good at using black magic is nothing, and the Dark Lord who directly controls the power of dark magic is really terrifying.

He has super powerful spells in his own hands, and most of them are self-created and unknown to outsiders.

There is also a silent supply of energy, which is simply a mobile arsenal, and there is no need to worry about running out of bullets and shells.

Sherlock shook his head rather regretfully, "Tsk, what, I want to leave now, the weather is good tonight, why don't you sit down together and talk about your future?" Being a bunch of dogs wagging their tails around and begging for mercy seems to have little future. ”

A Death Eater can't seem to stand Sherlock's cynicism, I have to say that Voldemort played very well in the psychology of his subordinates at the beginning, until now there are still people who are loyal to Voldemort, even if they mock their master, this person can't accept it, so a blue light flies out, "Drill the heart and cut the bones!" ”

Sherlock sighed, the spell was once again absorbed by the magic shield, and before the Death Eaters who cast the spell could react, a fiery pillar of death light with a powerful wave of heat instantly passed through the spellcaster, and after a loud sound, in the shocked eyes of the Death Eaters, the person completely turned into powder.

"Attack Dad! I'm going to wipe you out! Prometheus condensed a great and terrifying expression of anger with the flames, and even Zeus and Poseidon were furious.

The Death Eaters may have been loyal to Voldemort, but Hormitz, as Sherlock's magical creation, goes one step further, as Sherlock as the creator is their god to Homitz.

"I've said it all, let's talk about it, why are you so disobedient?" Sherlock looked at the burnt Death Eaters and sighed helplessly.

The night was as dark as ink, and a brilliant fiery red light surrounded Sherlock's body, and the pale red light reflected in the blue pupils, gathering into two blood-red reds.

According to a powerful wizard like Sherlock, once his strength is fully opened, I don't know how many souls will be buried in his hands, and the magic road like Voldemort has always been paved with blood.

Even Dumbledore can be terrifying as long as he is serious, think about the time when he was looking for Voldemort's Horcruxes, in the face of so many corpses and evil spirits in the heart of the lake, a word of Vulcan opened the way and turned the surroundings into a sea of fire, and the hordes of wizards were probably burned to ashes under the control of Dumbledore's flames.

Asinsha, Lubo, Fiumia and the others stood quietly behind Sherlock, their faces calm, they were the Dark Wizards, the strongest members of the future wizarding world, even if they were facing the most vicious group of people in England, outlaws who had ruled the dark forces of the wizarding world for thirty years, they still couldn't feel a wave in their hearts, because they knew that the one standing in front of them was the most indestructible back in this world.

The warm breeze of the summer night blows slowly, and Sherlock's slender figure stands in the breeze, and a low tone resounded in the night, "Now, there are only two choices before you, first, to state the purpose of this gathering, and second, to choose a good way to die." ”

In fact, the purpose of the party, Lucius, had already told Sherlock that if he wanted to talk about the Death Eaters in front of him, Sherlock was really a little embarrassed, because most of the Death Eaters were members of pure-blood families, and if they were all killed directly, the pure-blood families would suffer heavy losses, and I am afraid that the pure-blood families in the British wizarding world would suffer a lot of damage.

But if you don't kill them, leave them to the Ministry of Magic, that's no different from killing them.

If you let them go, you can't let them go for nothing, that wouldn't do Sherlock any good.

In fact, if you let it go, it can be regarded as a subtle benefit, which is to let this group of Death Eaters see their powerful side, and even if Voldemort returns, there is one person in this world besides Dumbledore who can deal with Voldemort.

It is necessary to make those among the Death Eaters who are not willing to sincerely obey Voldemort feel that the future is bright after a promising wizard like Sherlock, who is young, strong, and has great potential, and most importantly, Sherlock is not like Voldemort, he is not a madman.

The Death Eaters fell silent, an inexplicable subtlety enveloping the Death Eaters under the night sky, if anyone else had said such a thing to them, this group of unruly outlaws would have let him know what misfortune was coming from his mouth, but in the face of this man, they hesitated, and the subconscious of the danger of life instinct told them that if they did not choose the first option, perhaps, the second item he said would come without a hint of warning.

"Lucius, hurry up and explain to him, isn't Sherlock your godson?" One of the Death Eaters suddenly leaned over the other and whispered.

The man in the hood was Lucius, and he sighed, "You can't let me go over and take off my hat, tell Sherlock that I'm Lucius, and then just let us go, then the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic will invite me to tea tonight, and I obviously told Sherlock and my son Draco to let them wear it honestly in Mephisto's tent, but I didn't expect him to come out." ”

"That'...... What to do...... I didn't plan that this prince of spells would suddenly stop us, if this continues, we will all end any spell on the other side, do you want everyone to die here? ”

"I could go over and secretly remind Sherlock, but he might let me go, but it's enough to choke everyone else, and I have to pay a price for running for my life!" Lucius said.

"Anyway, let's get out of here first, and then we'll go to the Mephisto family tomorrow to show our gratitude for not killing."

Many Death Eaters have expressed their opinions, and after seeing such a terrible side of Sherlock, except for those Death Eaters who are firmly loyal to Voldemort, everyone else has thought quickly in their hearts.

What are you kidding, now in the wizarding world, who is willing to sell his life to a madman except for this kind of strongman.

You're blind to us.

"Master Sherlock, I'm the leader of this organization." After only a moment's delay, a somewhat tall Death Eater walked out, still wearing a hood and a little respectful, "I'm sorry to disturb you, this gathering is just a carnival after the World Cup, eh...... We're all Irish fans, so we're happy to celebrate when we see our team win, and for the sake of purebloods and Slytherins, please let us go, the Death Eaters will never be in your surroundings again. ”

Draco stood behind Sherlock dumbfounded, 'me, listen to the voice, isn't this my father?' ’

How could he not even hear his father's voice when he was a son?

Of course Draco heard it, and so did Sherlock.

"Interesting, carnival? Are these innocent Muggles a by-product of your? In a way, I'm not prejudiced against any Death Eaters, but I'm the person I'm most disgusted with bullying the defenseless and weak, so if you come out and explain it for a second slower, I'm going to want Prometheus to burn you! There was a sneer on Sherlock's lips, and his pupils were full of coldness.

Sherlock just pretended to say it in front of Lucius, after all, he didn't have any murderous intentions.

But Lucius took it seriously, after all, this time the Death Eaters also suffered heavy losses.

Lucius'! it! it! Your turtle son really plans to destroy us, you have to come out early, or you will die! ’

"Since it's been explained, then even if it's okay, I don't want to kill, this guy who died because he did it to me, so he deserved to die." Sherlock sighed, realizing that this was the end of the commotion.

"Actually, we have already had a lot of complaints about him, this time the adults got rid of him with their own hands, it is simply very happy, there is such a scumbag among the Death Eaters, it is also our fault for negligence, and I hope the adults can understand us." The previous Death Eater leader hurriedly stood up to clarify the relationship, and as he turned around, he kept passing glances to the other Death Eaters.

As if to understand his eyes, the Death Eaters began to denounce the tragedy of the previous dead and could no longer die for the dead ghost, "Kill well," "I have long seen him unpleasant," "The scum among the Death Eaters," all kinds of applause and scolding are interspersed with all kinds of applause.

"Alright." With an impatient wave of his hand, Sherlock stopped the Death Eaters who had seen the wind and steered the rudder, "Get out." ”

Before the Death Eaters could experience the joy of being in a desperate situation, a large green shiny thing suddenly appeared in the darkness.

It leapt up to the treetops and flew into the air.

A gigantic skeleton, made up of countless turquoise star-like things, and a large python emerged from the skeleton's mouth like a tongue.

As they watched, the skeleton rose higher and higher, glowing brightly in a cloud of green smoke, like a new constellation against the dark night sky.

"Stop! You've unleashed the Dark Mark of the Devil! This isn't just a carnival party, is it? Sherlock's eyes were cold!

A group of Death Eaters jumped straight to their feet, where is this SB actually released the Dark Devil Mark, isn't this pushing the friendly forces here into the fire pit, and when they leave alive, they must find this person to torture and relieve their anger together.

Do you know that the Prince of Spells had planned to let them go, and now the sudden appearance of the Dark Mark had soon turned this carnival party into a purposeful act of sabotage?

Although under the threat of death, the Death Eaters present began to believe that they had come to revel, and the Irish team had won the World Cup.

"Forget it, get out! While I don't regret it! Sherlock whispered.

A scream erupted from among the Death Eaters, and a slight explosion from the Apparition Shifter rang out, and in less than ten seconds, the Death Eaters in the clearing could not even find their shadows.

"Dark Mark of the Devil." Sherlock looked at the green skeleton in the air with a serious face.

The appearance of the Dark Mark can be seen as a sign of Voldemort's call to action for the Death Eaters, or as a call to action for the Death Eaters.

What happened today, coupled with rumors that Voldemort was about to return, was enough to make the entire wizarding world a mess.

"Eventful, really eventful." Sherlock shook his head at the green nebula.