Just a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

Sherlock came out of the corner after Draco led Tracy away.

That iron armor spell, which is enough to reflect the adult wizard's spell, was naturally used by him.

In fact, when Lucius came here, Sherlock and Moody Sirius were already at the wall.

It's just that they didn't go out the first time, and waited to read Draco's choice.

Sirius never believed that someone like Draco would have the chance to change, just like he never knew or believed that his brother Regulus, who was once a die-hard Voldemort, would eventually give it up. Like a flag of resistance.

And Sherlock had already prepared everything in advance. As long as Draco finally shot at Trish, he would use the control magic to disarm the wand in his hand.

Fortunately, Draco did not disappoint Sherlock.

Like the one he told Dumbledore and the others at the beginning, Draco wasn't hopelessly bad, it was just that he had been brought up by the wrong family.

And as long as he can be guided correctly in the follow-up, those consciences that remain in his heart will tell him what is right and what is wrong.

Now that Draco has chosen the right side, Sherlock will naturally handle the aftermath for him.

"Good son you taught! Lucius!"

Bella's shrill voice seemed to pierce people's eardrums, causing a sense of irritability in their hearts unconsciously.

Lucius stood up from the ground with a gloomy face. Even if Draco did such a disappointing thing in front of him, he would not allow this crazy woman to insult her son.

"My son, of course I know how to teach this, but at this time, you won't forget why the master asked us to come here first, right?"

Bella's fierce face was full of grimness, but after hearing Lucius' words, she gradually returned to indifference.

If it was normal, she would have someone go and get Draco and that little girl back no matter what, she couldn't do anything to Draco, but if Tracey fell into her hands, she would definitely be a A life-or-death situation.

The only thing that can make Bella give up on this idea can only be related to Voldemort.

And the mission of the six of them really has nothing to do with Draco at all.

"Did you come to find me?"

A sudden voice suddenly inserted into their topic.

Bella and Lucius tensed up instantly, and the hands holding the wand increased their strength. They responded in less than a second and aimed at the place where the voice came from.

However, there was a clear snap of fingers, and there was no spell or wand waving.

Including Bella Lucius, the wands in the hands of the six Death Eaters were suddenly exerted with a huge force and broke free from their grasp!

The next moment, the six magic wands flew into the sky together, forming six parabolas under the blue sky like shooting stars, and were thrown far away.

After a brief stupor, Bella and the other six, who only realized what had happened, had extremely ugly expressions on their faces.

Moody and Sirius had raised the two wands at them, but what really made them dread was the man standing in the middle of them, with nothing in his hands, but silently disarming them . ъìQυGΕtV.℃ǒΜ

"Everyone, this afternoon is really a rare good weather, isn't it? So, is it too bad for you to come here to look for me and scare my students away?"

Sherlock's voice was very casual, as casual as he encountered a neighbor's child on the side of the road scribbling someone else's car glass, and he gave a few lessons.

Bella and Lucius, whose wands were taken away and who had lost their resistance, had ugly faces.

None of them thought this would happen.

After last year's Triwizard Tournament that made their master disgraced, even if he was as arrogant as Bella, he had to admit that Sherlock's strength was definitely at the top level in the magic world.

Especially when using magic wands with more than three digits at the same time, you can basically rely on the number, and one person can face hundreds of wizards.

Of course, even so, she is definitely no better than her master, Voldemort.

After a certain level, the strength of magic cannot be compensated for by the accumulation of quantity.

That's why, that night, Sherlock was completely crushed and beaten by Voldemort, but with Fiddlesticks, this unexpected accident reversed the situation and stabbed the knife into Voldemort's chest.

And if it wasn't for this accident, Sherlock would never have been able to support Dumbledore with the Order of the Phoenix and a group of Aurors.

Sherlock is very strong, but his strength is limited. Without the use of multiple wands to cast spells, his magic level is comparable to Bella, the most powerful Death Eaters.

But even with the addition of the means of casting spells with multiple wands, it is absolutely impossible to do it in front of the six of them, without chanting a spell or waving a wand, just snapping their fingers would completely make them lose all resistance. ability to this extent.

Seeing Bella, Lucius's two gray and defeated faces, and Sirius, who was holding a wand in his hand, showed a happy smile on his face.

"Do you remember what you said when you were in Azkaban? My dear cousin, at that time, did you ever think that even if you did come out, that person would really come back, and it would turn out to be what it is today situation.”

Bella stared coldly at Sirius. Just as she was about to speak, there was a sound of breaking in the sky from far to near, and then a black "cloud" enveloped them in darkness.

This kind of movement made everyone here subconsciously raise their heads.

It wasn't some dark cloud, but hundreds of Death Eaters riding broomsticks, wearing black robes and wearing iron masks!

They had already determined their target in mid-air. Nearly half of them began to circle around Sherlock, while more than half of the Death Eaters drew out their wands in mid-air.

All of a sudden, hundreds of wands were aimed at Sherlock alone!

Even though they had anticipated such a situation in advance, Sirius and Moody couldn't help frowning, nervously swallowing a mouthful of saliva.

But Bella and Lucius' originally ugly faces turned around completely. They were delighted to see that the black mist in the sky had gathered and formed, turning into a bald-headed and noseless wizard, all of them kneeling on the ground.

"Owner!"

Voldemort gently squeezed the end of the wand with four fingers. He didn't even look at Bella and the others. The moment he appeared in the sky, his eyes were always locked on Sherlock.

"I didn't expect you to be so unwise, Sherlock Forrest."

His voice was cold and cold, with some pride and disdain mixed in when he spoke to Sherlock.

"After the last battle, although your strength has not yet reached the standard, I have brought you to the same level as Dumbledore, but now it seems that I still think highly of you."

Even though he was surrounded by so many wands, and Voldemort, who made the whole magical world talk about it, was right in front of him, Sherlock's face still didn't change much.

"So what was your purpose for letting Draco approach me in the first place? Don't you just want him to keep an eye on my whereabouts?"

The face that looked very strange because it had no nose and was extremely pale smiled contemptuously, and Voldemort seemed to not mind having some more communication with Sherlock.

"Do you think that's all I want?" he said coldly, "I never saw you or Dumbledore as the target I had to plan for, it's just your choice. It just hit me in front of me."

Sherlock looked at him and shrugged.

"Aren't you going to tell me about your original plan in detail? Or do you actually plan to get rid of me today, and that plan about Draco will continue?"

Voldemort did not answer his question, but slowly fell from the sky to the ground.

He passed by Bella and the others with a blank expression, and then the six wands that had been disarmed by Sherlock flew back from all directions and fell back into the hands of their original owners.

"I know you have something to rely on. Even though I haven't investigated why your strength has improved so quickly, do you think that even if you are more than a star and a half stronger than last time, you can be my opponent?"

He stopped about five meters away from Sherlock, holding the wand whose core was the same as Harry's wand in his hand, his eyes indifferent like a snake.

"Same as last time, Sherlock, I won't let my subordinates take action, it's still just the two of us, I will kill you with my own hands, and let those ignorant people see, what they fantasize these days can be done in Deng After that, Bridor led them to continue to be the recalcitrant Professor Forrest, is he qualified or not!"

The black robe on Voldemort's body was automatic without wind, and the black smoke that surrounded him seemed to be alive, cheering for joy!

Sirius and Moody looked at each other, both of them consciously took a step back and left this space to Sherlock.

Sherlock didn't say anything more to Voldemort. He narrowed his eyes and silently suspended hundreds of wands behind him.

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Hogwarts.

Holding a plate of cookies just made from the kitchen, he stood in front of the door of Sherlock's office. Silk, who knocked on the door but got no response, frowned slightly.

If Sherlock is not in the castle at this time, Shilk knows where he will go.

After Christmas, when Sherlock took Draco to the orphanage for the second time to experience life, he also wanted to take Silk to relax for a day, so he thought it was going out to play.

It's just that Shilk also teaches a lot of classes, so she couldn't spare a whole day that day to go out with Sherlock and the others.

So, at this time, Sherlock was not in the castle, so she could guess where he would go.

But Shilk had a worry in his heart for no reason.

She didn't know what she was worried about, nor did she seem to feel that Sherlock was in danger, but she was a little irritable.

Silk silently carried the plate of steaming cookies back to her office. A student greeted her along the way, and she just nodded lightly in response.

Sitting in front of the desk, she stared at the old windmill with a yellowed surface inserted in the pen holder in a daze.

This windmill was originally at her father's funeral, and she and Sherlock related things were buried in the tomb belonging to "John Watson".

Later, Sherlock dug up the tomb with his own hands, and then sent the windmill back to her, including her, "John" and "Uncle Prince" as a child.

Shilk couldn't understand what she was upset about. Usually, when her mood changed inexplicably, she would look at the crystal ball, which was no fun for others.

But today, she seemed to see something from the windmill that had no magic power at all.

The disordered lines became clear in her mind, and the foggy scene gradually became clear...

Shilk suddenly stood up from the chair.

She didn't take off her coat when she returned to the office just now. She hadn't come back for three minutes, she pushed open the office door, and walked in the direction of Dumbledore's office with a very clear goal.

She didn't know what the password of the principal's office was, but when she walked to the stone monster, it jumped aside by itself.

This is not because Shilk has the same authority as Sherlock to enter and exit the principal's room at any time without a password. It just happened that a person came out in a hurry.

The face of this person Shilk has seen is Scrimgeour, the current Minister of Magic of the British Ministry of Magic.

She had also heard from the usual chats with Sherlock that the newly appointed Minister of Magic had a normal relationship with Dumbledore, not too bad but not too good. Both sides were trying their best to maintain a relationship. non-interference balance.

And now Scrimgeour hurried out of Dumbledore's office, obviously there was something important, but Shilk didn't ask much, she passed the Minister of Magic and came to Dumbledore's office In front of the door, there was a light knock on the door of the principal's room.

Dumbledore's slightly surprised voice came from behind the door.

"Please come in."

Shilk pushed open the door and walked in. Dumbledore was putting on a robe over himself, as if he was about to go out.

Seeing Shilk walking in from outside, Dumbledore's hands didn't stop moving, he asked with a gentle smile on his face.

"Do you have anything to do with me? Vera."

There was no superfluous expression on Silk's face, but her eyes, which were no longer covered, seemed extraordinarily serious.

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But no one doubts the origin of this ability. After all, the best talent of the Peacock Monster Clan is to move the stars. Her skills are in the same way as the stars.

After defusing Cao Yuwei's attack this time, Young Master Mei did not rush to attack, but just stood still.

Cao Yuwei frowned slightly, is this little girl's perception so sharp? After he turned his armor into flames, he had other means. If Young Master Mei kept up with the attack, then he would be sure to use this means to restrain her. But Young Master Mei didn't step forward, so his ability to be ready to go had to be interrupted.

The sword was cut out again, and the powerful sword intent was a bit stronger than before. Cao Yuwei also followed the sword.

The secret ling in the hand of Young Master Mei was once again the profound circle of the sky, and with a teleportation, he switched his position. While resolving the opponent's attack, it also resolves the opponent's lock. And the next moment, she was already on the other side. The golden red light on Cao Yuwei's body flashed away, if it wasn't for her dodging quickly, there would undoubtedly be another ability coming.

Fight for consumption! It seems that she is going to fight with Cao Yuwei to consume.

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