Sherlock stared at the petrified tree-protecting pot and was stunned for the first time.

He recalled the state that seemed to be invincible in the world just now, and he used the explosion curse, coma curse and dance curse as soon as he thought.

Then, after having thoughts, the effects of these spells were erased.

Of course he can't achieve that effect now. He doesn't have a magic beam after it takes effect without the help of a magic wand. He just chanted a spell and immediately took effect on the set goal.

This made Sherlock himself feel an incredible feeling about himself.

Although he could use control magic to use some simple transformation techniques and spells before this, a little powerful wizard can do these without a stick and silently.

Now this petrification spell is different.

After searching through the entire heavy history of magic, I can't find any wizard who can use magic to do this level.

In this disguised form, it is already considered as the way to express the truth!

Sherlock thought and recited the mantra again.

"The curse is stopped."

The moment his spell fell, the still tree-guarding pot on the branch returned to normal.

It seemed to be frightened. After being able to move normally, it quickly rushed to the top branch and stared at Sherlock with its small eyes.

Sherlock did not care about its emotions, but turned his head to stare at a small tree that had died for some unknown reason.

"Torn to pieces."

"Bang!"

The spell took effect immediately, and the dry trunk broke and the wood chips splashed everywhere, but there were still large pieces of broken pieces of wood falling to the ground.

This crushing spell allowed him to see more intuitively, using the power of using spells with control of magic.

Very weak, even weaker than his control wand casting with his control magic.

And it consumes a lot, just a petrification spell, a general curse and a crushing spell, which makes Sherlock feel tired.

Obviously, such means cannot be used too much.

But even so, Sherlock was extremely excited.

He knew very well what the meaning of this method represents. The most difficult thing in all things is the process from scratch.

Whether it is strong or not is one thing, and whether it will be another.

Besides, there must be other Horcruxes waiting for him in the future, and the room for improvement of this ability is extremely huge.

Sherlock was in a good mood and sat in front of Eddie's grave and chatted with him for a while, saying something like "Don't worry, I will help you take care of your daughter in the future" and "I have never forgotten the matter of avenging you. I will send her down one day to show you her miserable appearance."

The sun gradually sets to the horizon.

Seeing that it was getting late, he got up from the ground, snapped his fingers casually, muttered "Cleaning up" and cleaned up the soil on his robe, picked up the golden cup full of cracks and walked out of the Forbidden Forest.

Back at Hogwarts Castle, Sherlock came directly to Principal Dumbledore's office and placed the broken gold cup in front of him.

“This is the second one.”

Dumbledore stared at the golden cup with deep eyes, and he could see its origin at a glance.

“The relic of Helga Hufflepuff.”

"The four founders of Hogwarts have left behind their most precious relics, Gryffindor's sword, Hufflepuff's golden cup, what are the remaining two?" Sherlock asked.

Dumbledore shook his head.

"No one knows this except the descendants of the two founders, but Ravenclaw's relics may be the crown that can bring wisdom to people."

"You guessed that since Riddle could make Hufflepuff's Golden Cup into his Horcrux, he might not be able to do the same with the other two unknown relics."

With his wisdom, of course he could think of her with Sherlock.

Sherlock squinted his eyes.

"Especially he himself is a descendant of Slytherin."

Dumbledore gently tapped the back of his left hand with his right finger and said softly.

"I'm going to visit Tom's hometown in a while."

Sherlock asked in surprise.

"He still has his family?"

Dumbledore seemed to have recalled something, and there was a trace of recollection in his eyes.

"He had an uncle who lived before, but was locked up in Azkaban for killing three Muggles living in the same town, and he died of illness in that prison."

"But I think there should always be some discoveries in the place where his family lives. Are you interested in going to see it with me? Sherlock."

He sent an invitation to Sherlock, but Sherlock did not agree at all.

"Wait until you make sure the time is right, I'm not sure if I have anything else to do later."

They chatted about the others, and then Sherlock left the principal's office.

After he left, Dumbledore placed his hands on the table, and the expression on his face made people feel uncomfortable.

"The founder's relics..." he murmured softly, and then suddenly said to the empty office, "Phoenias, please help me invite Mrs. Gray over."

In the portraits of the previous principals on the wall, a thin old man opened his sleepy eyes, complained a few times, and then disappeared into the photo frame.

......

The summer vacation has officially begun.

Sherlock did not take the Hogwarts Express to go back together, and that would have to spend a whole day.

He used the Phantom to move to the door of Mulan Flower Road. When he was about to take out the key and open the door, his eyes suddenly became attracted by a place.

It was the yard of the neighbor's house. Sherlock only stayed at home for two months every year, and there was no intersection with the neighbors on both sides.

But he vaguely remembered that the mistress of the family on the left seemed to like red maple trees very much. Two trees were planted in the yard, and a swing was made for her daughter in the middle of the two trees. When the golden maple leaves fell in autumn, the scenery was charming.

It is summer now, and the two red maple trees are lush with branches and leaves, but the most obvious one is not the red leaves swaying in the wind, but the old windmills filled with the canopy.

Sherlock looked at the extremely familiar windmills without blinking, "Hulala" and the windmills rotating in the breeze. The boss opened his mouth as if he had seen something incredible.

"Does it look good?"

An extremely familiar voice rang behind him.

Sherlock did not look back and still stared at the windmill full of trees.

"How much did you spend to buy this yard?"

The owner of the voice tilted his head, thinking as if he was calculating the specific amount.
Chapter completed!