The coma curse came from behind, and Furong had no time to react, so she was hit by the spell and fainted on the ground on the spot.

"Criel" walked to Furong who was on the ground with a sneer, and her entire head changed horrificly.

"Her"'s skin was twisted like plasticine, her facial features were mixed together, and then quickly re-plasticized, and her hair was also changing its color length and curly curl.

In just a few seconds, "her"'s entire face changed drastically, and finally frozen on a man's face.

It was Jonathan, a witch who was suspected by Furong in the long alley yesterday and had something to do with the loss of her magic wand!

"Stinker bitch, I have put a lot of effort into catching you."

Jonathan had no honest attitude at the moment. He cursed and was about to reach out to carry Furong.

Under his feet, the tender grass suddenly turned into vines like a swimming snake, spreading up from his calves at an extremely fast speed.

By the time he found out that something was wrong, Tengman had already spread to his waist. Before he could lift his wand, he had tied him up tightly like a rice dumpling.

Sherlock removed his magical body curse in front of a tree.

Since he became more and more proficient in the use of deformation techniques, he has not liked to use spells directly when attacking.

No matter what kind of offensive spell, petrification spell, coma spell and disarming spell, the basic steps are chanting the spell and waving the staff.

Even if you have a high level of mastering this type of spell, you can use silent spells without affecting the power of the spell. The swing of the wand and the spell hit the target, which will take some time.

For sneak attackers, even the shortest time may cause mistakes.

The technical requirements are higher, but more practical deformation techniques will not have any concerns in this regard.

As long as the range that magic power can affect, the transformation can directly apply effects on the object to change matter.

Moreover, most of the spells of the transformation technique can be omitted after being practical and proficient, and will not affect the final deformation effect (the transformation technique has spells, but those spells are relatively abstract because they are transliterations).

So Jonathan had no room for resistance at all.

"You thief who steals the magic wand is quite brave." Sherlock walked to Jonathan and picked up his magic wand.

Jonathan stared at Sherlock fiercely.

"When did you find the flaw?"

Sherlock said as he let go of part of Fuman on his body and took out a bag from his pocket.

"Yesterday in Changxiang Street, your necklace and tattoo were very chic. I remember I seemed to have seen it somewhere. Can you tell me?"

He opened the bag he searched from Jonathan, which was obviously used with a traceless stretching spell.

For things that are not allowed, using this spell is illegal in any Ministry of Magic.

Because normal wizards cannot determine whether the traceless stretching spell they use is reliable, if something unexpected happens, it is easy to be squeezed out by the things placed inside and hurt the wizard himself or the people around him.

In the bag with space expanded, Sherlock turned out about fifty wands.

They were placed in five wooden boxes in the number of ten pieces of each box, and there should be the one missing from the hibiscus before.

Jonathan sneered when he heard where Sherlock found the problem.

"You don't know that sign? It seems that not many people still remember the adult who once swept across the entire European magic world and almost changed the entire world with his own strength."

"Oh? That adult?" Sherlock tilted his head and thought, "Is it the adult whose head can catch fire?"

Jonathan was stunned by his words.

"What's on fire?"

"Sorry, sorry, I've been talking on the stage, you continue." He waved his hand and signaled that he didn't have to care so much, and then placed the wooden boxes with magic wands on the ground one by one.

Jonathan had a gloomy face.

"I advise you not to meddle in other people's business and let me go. I am a saint!"

"Saint?" Sherlock finally recalled some impressions. He touched his chin and recalled the records in the history of magic. "It seems that it was a wizard organization that was very active in the early twentieth century. The leader was Grindelwald? The man who was called the Dark King before the mysterious man?"

"Since you know, you should know whether you can afford to provoke me!" Jonathan threatened.

Sherlock shrugged.

"I admit that Lord Grindelwald's ambition is much more noble than his next generation, but this does not prevent him from becoming history. He seems to be still locked in Austria now, right?"

"And looking so young, you shouldn't be the remnant party left over from his era, a self-intoxicated wild fan?"

"When I saw Grindelwald's deeds and the symbols of the Saints in history books, I fantasized about joining them as well? Don't you think that people like them would want a thief who steals a magic wand?"

Sherlock's words made Jonathan blush, obviously talking about his pain, and he roared angrily.

"What do you know! The wand is the most noble work of art in the world! Especially the wands used by those excellent wizards are the essence of magic! You vulgar wizards will not understand such art at all!"

Sherlock blinked. Although he had guessed in advance that this person was a thief who was extremely fond of the magic wand, he did not expect that he liked it so paranoid.

But that's true. Without such a crazy love, how could he be so bold that he pretended to be Nicklemay and cheated away the wands of so many outstanding young wizards?

"By the way, since you like magic wands so much, why should you attack Furong? You are so brave?" Sherlock asked in confusion.

He didn't expect Jonathan to speak up honestly, but he didn't expect the other party to have no intention of hiding it.

He sneered.

"The price of a mixed-race tesva in the black market is much higher than that of a pure tesva! If a high-quality product like her is still a young man, as long as there is a suitable channel, it is not impossible to sell it to six figures...Puff!"

Before Jonathan could finish his words, he flew out in the air!

Sherlock's face was as cold as frost. He took back his feet and kicked them out. After walking back to Jonathan who had fallen to the ground, he rolled on the ground for several meters.

"So you are also a part-time human trafficker."

Jonathan was kicked firmly in the face by Sherlock's kick, and blood was coming out of his nose and mouth, and his face was flowing, looking extremely miserable.

But he was still in the mood to laugh now, and even mocked him.

"What? Do you think I'm disgusting? As long as you have lofty ideals, what can you do if you use any bad means to achieve it?"

"Do you know what Lord Grindelwald's motto is? "For the greatest benefit!" This is a sentence that a person like you think is noble will never understand!"

Sherlock stepped on his face, causing Jonathan to let out a miserable wail.

"This sentence is really disgusting when you say it from someone like you! Even if I have only seen a little history of the past, I know that the "greatest interest" in Grindelwald's mouth has never been his personal interest, but the interests of all wizards in the entire magic world."

"I find you really funny to use the excuse of this kind of ridiculous desire for yourself for your life's goal."

"I want to say sorry, I've read it wrong before. You are not a wild fan of saints at all. You should be their black fan, and you specially use their name to attract blackmails."

Jonathan's wailing gradually became weaker, and Sherlock was talking alone for a long time but didn't see him respond.

After lifting his foot, he realized that his nose bridge was broken by himself, and he fainted from pain.

He stared at Jonathan's picture, blood, snot and tears flowing all over his face, and curled his lips.

"It's really cheap for you to faint like this."

Sherlock walked to Furong, making sure she had just fainted and was not hurt, and then turned her eyes to her right hand.

The hand was tightly clenched, and blood-red crystals could be vaguely seen from the gaps between the fingers.

Sherlock shook his head and smiled.

This little girl is quite persistent.

Just as he floated both Jonathan and Furong with magic, ready to take them out of the woods.

A bright red spell suddenly shot out from the corner and hit Sherlock!

In an instant, Sherlock's magic wand and the more than fifty wands he put in the cloth bag were all forced to fly out and scattered three meters away next to Sherlock!

An ugly goblin staggered and walked out of the corner of the bush. It pointed its finger at Sherlock and said viciously.

"Don't move around."

Sherlock raised both hands with a calm expression, and went to the countryside to perform a military salute, indicating that he was not threatened.

"I thought Harry had solved you."

The fairy looked in poor condition, and he walked to Jonathan in a chaotic manner to check his condition. At the same time, he used a binding spell to tie up the rope that he had transformed from the spell.

"Your student's coma is useless!"

Sherlock raised his eyebrows to defend Harry.

"He is only in the third grade at the beginning of school. You can't force him to use it too much. If he can use it, he is already very talented."

Looking at his companion who was unconscious by physics and could not be awakened by magic, the fairy gritted her teeth and grabbed Jonathan, and Fleur walked to Sherlock.

"Are you going to take all three of us away?"

"Shut up! You disgusting wizard!"

"Well, I really should be considered the kind of disgusting in the aesthetics of your race."

Sherlock shrugged and looked behind the busy fairy, dozens of stick tips floating out of thin air and aimed at his wand group.

He blinked and chanted a spell gently.
Chapter completed!