London, 7 PM.
Sherlock and Harry arrive on a street with a few buildings around, a pub, and a destroyed painted wall.
“Can’t we Apparate directly into the Ministry of Magic?” Harry asked.
“If you are an employee of the Ministry of Magic, you can Apparate directly into the Ministry of Magic. But guests cannot. The entire Ministry of Magic has an anti-apparition jinx, just like Hogwarts. Only those with permissions can go inside directly.” Sherlock took him to a dilapidated red phone booth, pushed the door, and walked in.
The phone booth looked abandoned, and the door seed to be worn out. When the door was closed, it hit the back of Harry’s head. Harry squatted on the ground, holding his head in pain, and took a deep breath.
Sherlock reminded, “Be careful.”
“It’s okay. I just bumped into it accidentally.”
In the past, Harry would have thought it was because of Sherlock wishing him a happy birthday, but now he just thinks it was because he was careless.
Sherlock held the phone in his hand. Although he was entering the Ministry of Magic for the first ti, the original Sherlock’s diary wrote how to enter as a guest. The original Sherlock used this thod to get in on the first day he ca to the Ministry of Magic to apply for a job.
He pressed the number “62442” on the phone, and soon after, a cold female voice rang from above the phone booth.
“Welco to the Ministry of Magic. Please provide your na and business.”
“Kingsley Shacklebolt has asked Sherlock Forrest and Harry Potter from the Auror Command to help with a case that the Aurors have been investigating recently.”
Kingsley had apparently inford the receptionist before, and soon, the female voice responded.
“Thank you. Please pick up the badge and don’t put it in front of your clothes.”
Two silver badges slipped out of the tal chute normally used to eject coins, and Sherlock picked it up and handed him the one with Harry’s na on it. Harry saw what was on the badge. Harry Potter assists with the investigation.
“As a guest of the Ministry of Magic, you need to be checked at the security checkpoint and register your wand. The checkpoint is at the end of the main hall.”
The receptionist’s voice sounded again, and after her voice ended, Harry suddenly felt the whole phone booth falling. The crosswalk outside rose higher and higher, and soon, darkness was above them.
It took about a minute for them to sink in. Before the phone booth stopped, it suddenly vibrated, causing Harry to lose his footing. His body leaned forward, and his head hit the glass door again.
“The Ministry of Magic wishes you a great day.” Said the receptionist and the door was opened.
Sherlock walked out with Harry clutching his head again.
“I told you to be careful. Don’t get bumped again next ti.” Sherlock said with a shrug.
Harry looked blank. Once, he was careless, but twice, he felt sothing was wrong. But at this ti, he was still holding on to luck, and he followed Sherlock down the hall to register his wand.
As an agency in the British wizarding world, the Ministry of Magic was amazingly built. There is a fountain in the hall, and a group of pure gold statues, which are larger than real people, were built in the pool.
The most eye-catching one showed a wizard holding his wand high to the sky, surrounded by a witch, a centaur, a goblin, and a house-elf. The centaur, goblin, and house-elf looked up at the two wizards with admiration.
When Sherlock was being examined, he was trying to figure out the point of this group of statues. There was no benefit other than giving these wizards a sense of superiority. Not to ntion the races, such as the house elves, were on the lower part, as well as the centaur and goblin.
With this statue alone, if he were a goblin or a centaur, he would never have stepped into the Ministry of Magic. No wonder the Centaur Liaison Office has been established for so many years and doesn’t even have a centaur working for them.
After Sherlock took Harry to examine the wand, he got rid of the inspector, who noticed Harry’s identity and walked directly into the elevator. There were not only people in the elevator but also many paper airplanes going in and out, and one of them accidentally nearly hit Harry’s forehead again.
“These are the notes that the Ministry of Magic uses to send letters.” Sherlock is introduced to Harry.
This was also the first ti he had seen the real thing with his own eyes, and he had only seen him describe it in the original Sherlock’s diary before. They took the elevator all the way to the Magic Law Enforcent Division on the second floor.
Almost no one ca down on this floor, only Sherlock taking Harry for a walk here.
“What case are we going to help with, Professor?” Harry couldn’t help but ask.
“A series of murders,” Sherlock said solemnly.
Hearing his words, Harry’s breathing beca heavier, and he didn’t ask any more questions.
They walked around a corner and ca to a room with the “word Case Investigation Room” on it. Just when Sherlock was about to knock on the door, it was suddenly opened from the inside.
Kingsley was wearing a cloak, and his whole body seed to be soaked in water. There are creatures that were constantly exuding dead ashes in the room.
Sherlock frowned and glanced at the monster and recognized that this was the Azkaban prison guard, the Dentor.
“Ah, Sherlock, you have arrived.” Kingsley’s face showed a look of surprise.
Although the aura from the Dentor made him feel a little uncomfortable, it didn’t affect him, and Sherlock nodded.
“Who is this?”
“The Dentor leader who ca out of Azkaban this ti ca here to cooperate with us to do so investigation.”
The mont Harry saw the Dentor, he was as breathless as if he had been stuffed into ice water. He saw the creature’s hand, which was covered with scars as if his whole body was rotting.
The aura was constantly wrapping around him, turning everything in front of him into a dark color. Harry gasped, and the sound of his breathing beca louder and louder. Finally, he felt that the whole world was spinning.
Harry rolled his eyes, fell backward, and fell to the ground. This shocked Sherlock next to him, and it was only at this ti that Kingsley noticed Harry, who was following Sherlock.
They hurriedly helped Harry up from the ground.
“Why did you bring him here?” Kingsley asked.
“I was going to celebrate his birthday, but I got a letter from you. Harry doesn’t want to go back to his aunt’s house, and I can’t leave him alone, so I want to bring him here.”
“Sorry to interrupt your activity,” Kingsley said and looked at the Dentor.
“Go first. Rember to restrain your kind. If there is any incident regarding an attack by the Dentors, the Ministry of Magic will co to you.” The Dentor didn’t respond; it seed to glance at Harry and then left.
Sherlock and Kingsley carried Harry to the Auror Command together, asked Tonks to help take care of him, and returned to the case investigation room.
“You should also read the news in the Daily Prophet that two ago, Black escaped from prison.” On his way, Kingsley told Sherlock why he was calling him here.
“After Black escaped, the Dentors were angry. This was the first ti anyone had managed to escape from there. They started leaving the prison in large numbers to hunt down Black and The Ministry approved their actions.”
“But just after these dentors ca out of prison, there have been six deaths in total these days.”
“The first five were all Muggles attacked, and all died in the sa way; they were alive, but their soul was sucked.”
“At that ti, the departnt was still worried about Black’s problem, and the people who were attacked were all Muggles, so they did not pay attention to it.”
“But just yesterday, a wizard died in exactly the sa way as the five Muggles before. Scrimgeour took the matter seriously and invited the leader of the Dentors to co to help the Ministry with their investigation.”
“The way those people died was exactly the way the Dentors sucked the prisoners, and we always suspected it was the Dentors. But those guys were never honest, especially when they’re free to do anything with the convicted prisoners.”
“But the leader said that they did none of the six attacks. The Dentor had feelings, sothing terrible landed on the island of Great Britain, and they would never do this.”
“You’ve always been an expert in Dark Arts, and at the beginning, you did more in-depth research on Dentors. So I wanted to ask you to co over and see if you could help with anything.”
Sherlock learned the whole matter from Kingsley and followed him into the investigation room. It was empty, with only six beds, and on each bed lay a body. These people are still breathing and have a heartbeat, but they behave like dead people. Their expressions are frightened and hideous, but there is only gray in their eyes.
Over the past year or so, Sherlock has researched the field that the original Sherlock has been researching the most: Dark Arts. Including the two books he wrote and published, “Dark Biotrics Guide” and “Defense Spells”,” Sherlock read it thoroughly and studied thoroughly.
There is research on Dentors in the “Dark Biotrics Guide.” Because Dentors are essentially the darkest creatures in the wizarding world, the Ministry of Magic will not let them around if there is no way to erase them, and there is no better solution than having them serve as guards in Azkaban.
Sherlock walked up to a body and tapped his wand lightly all over his body while Kingsley introduced him to the man’s information.
“John Nelson is from Norwich. He was found dead in an alley five days ago when William and I arrived at the scene as soon as possible. The Ministry of Magic later got his body back from the Muggle governnt after the matter was brought up.”
After a series of tests, Sherlock’s face slowly turned serious, “His soul was indeed eaten, but not from the Dentors.”
“The kiss of a Dentor starts from human emotions, and its essence is to absorb positive emotions such as happiness, hope, and the desire to live. When these emotions are completely eaten, the soul will be completely destroyed, leaving only endless despair.”
“But in this case, things are different.” Sherlock pointed to the face of the Muggle nad Nelson.
“He suffered a great deal of fear before he died. He couldn’t think of anything but fear at the ti, and when his fear reached its peak, sothing ate his soul.”
“The soul is the food, fear is the seasoning, and sothing or soone is enjoying the food. But it is completely different from the way the Dentors eat.”
After listening to Sherlock’s explanation, Kingsley looked at the six bodies again, “What kind of creature would do such a thing?”
Sherlock shook his head, “I don’t know of any known creatures that fit this description.”
“The creatures that rely on the soul for food are rare, and it’s the first ti I’ve heard of them adding a little seasoning while eating their soul.” Kingsley’s brows furrowed deeply, and he folded his arms around his chest nervously.
“Black’s breakout has already burdened the Ministry of Magic enough, and now new things are happening. The Aurors are running out of hands right now.”
Sherlock shook his head, “You don’t need to worry about things like this. It’s Scrimgeour who should worry about it. He’s the head of the Auror office.”
Kingsley nodded. He suddenly rembered that Sherlock today seed a little different from the one he knew. He looked at Sherlock in amazent, looked up and down, and said, “I feel like you’ve changed since you taught at Hogwarts.”
Sherlock shrugged, “Can you still be called the sa if you stay the sa? If you know what I went through before, you wouldn’t be surprised how much I changed.”
“Is it about the Chamber of Secrets and the Basilisk thing?” Kingsley is concerned about what’s going on at Hogwarts.
“Yup, that one.” Sherlock said lancholy, “The one ti I experienced death myself.”
Kingsley looked at the current Sherlock with a smile. “I don’t think you’ve changed badly.”
Sherlock frowned, “Then shall we introduce ourselves again?”
Kingsley held out his hand and laughed, “My na is Kingsley Shacklebolt.”
Sherlock laughed too and took out his hand, “Nice to et you, Sherlock Forrest.”
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