Just a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

Sherlock is very talented in magic.

Otherwise, even with the muscle memory of the original owner, it would be impossible to reach this level of magic in such a short period of time if the talent is mediocre.

But even if you are extremely talented, reaching the level of Dumbledore, you cannot just change it when dealing with an extremely high-level, especially an unsophisticated soul magic.

This is not a plan that can be completed in a short time, especially since there is no other soul magic to help him make the connection, the difficulty is obviously higher.

So Sherlock is not in a hurry about this matter. He can only try his best. As for whether there will be a good result in the end, it will be left to fate.

After studying soul magic in the hotel for an afternoon, Sherlock walked out of the room and prepared to go outside to find food.

Just as he was going out, a slightly pale young man with black hair walked out of the room opposite.

The two looked at each other, then naturally looked away, and then walked away from each other.

Sherlock didn't pay much attention to the young man he just met. He just regarded him as a passer-by and walked downstairs to have dinner.

But after Sherlock turned and left, the young man turned to look at his back, frowning with confusion in his eyes, and murmured a name in his mouth.

"Amy..."

At the same time that Sherlock left the hotel, a dozen wizards in black robes gathered in a hotel room upstairs in the room where he lived.

Almost every one of these wizards has an iron mask on their face, with strange lines carved on it, which makes people shudder.

In the corner of the room, a pair of Muggle father and son, one large and one small, were lying. Their faces were full of frozen fear, but they were no longer breathing.

"I hope this is the end of our trip." Bella's hoarse and fluctuating voice sounded in this small guest room, "I have been entangled with this bug for long enough, Master, he has already become impatient! "

There were only two people present without masks, Bellatrix Lestrange and her husband's brother, Rabastan Lestrange.

After Bella finished speaking, a man's voice said in a muffled voice among the masked Death Eaters.

"He can't escape. Tonight is when he should die here. The key is the arrangement of the Ministry of Magic..."

"That's very well said, Lucius!" A ferocious smile appeared on Bella's face, "This insect can no longer jump around. We have kindly allowed him to live long enough. As for the Ministry of Magic, The action will be tomorrow at best.”

Rabastan leaned against the wall, playing with the delicate wand guard at the end of the wand.

"Make the noise louder to attract the attention of all the Aurors."

"How about blowing up this building?" a voice behind the mask asked loudly.

A burst of harsh laughter sounded in the quiet room.

Bella licked her blood-red lips, her eyes flashing with excitement and enchantment.

"You just joined us, and you're still not used to our ways, Goyle. It's just one building, and it's not a big enough fuss... I'm going to kill all the Muggles in this whole street!"

...

There was nothing delicious about dinner. Sherlock had never been very fond of British food. When he had nothing to do, he would make some simple Chinese food at home. Now he could only cope with things outside.

After eating, he did not go back to the hotel immediately. Instead, he casually wandered around the street where the Aurors were patrolling before, and then walked towards the hotel.

By eight o'clock, it was already completely dark. Due to the economic downturn, there was basically no nightlife in Sheffield. They all returned home early, thinking about how to make a living tomorrow.

Just when Sherlock came to the door of the hotel, he, who was originally in a relatively leisurely mood, suddenly raised his head.

He looked at the hotel lobby and saw that there was no one inside. The front desk, which had always been on duty before, was also empty now!

Sherlock frowned, obviously sensing something was wrong.

This hotel cannot be said to be the best in Sheffield, but it is not a small hotel either. There are quite a few guests checking in and checking out every day. There is definitely something wrong with the scene being so deserted that there is no front desk.

He dispersed his control magic, and as long as it was within ten meters, he could observe the surrounding scene in an alternative way, even through walls.

Soon he discovered that all the Muggles who had stayed on the second floor had now disappeared. It was as if everyone in the entire hotel had completely disappeared within just over an hour while he was eating, and he was the only one left. .

Because there was no one around, the surroundings seemed unusually quiet. Sherlock's footsteps were very noticeable in the hotel lobby. Such a strange scene could never be a prank on a Muggle TV station or some prank show.

There is only one spell in the magic world that can produce this effect.

Muggle banishing curse!

Sherlock eased his steps and slowly walked up the stairs. The range of magic he controlled continued to expand to new areas as he moved.

Soon, he finally discovered human activities in this building.

It was a room on the second floor. The specific location was opposite the room where Sherlock lived. The person living in it was the pale black-haired young man he met when he went out.

Sherlock remained calm and continued to go up the stairs. When he came to the corner of the first and second floors, he found other people.

This time, there were many people. Through the unique perception of control magic, he could clearly "see" the wizards wearing black robes and wearing gloomy iron masks on their faces.

And the two cold bodies of the Muggle father and son lying on the floor.

At the same time, Sherlock also saw Bella's face.

He knew that face. In the Prophet Daily at this time, her photo had been printed on the front page countless times.

The number one general under the Dark Lord was famous for his cruelty and viciousness throughout the magic world. Now that Voldemort rarely took action, she became the madman that everyone feared!

The moment he saw Bella, Sherlock had already made a judgment on this group of people.

The dozen wizards in this room were all Death Eaters!

Because if the control magic is used for a long time, his whole spirit will become tired, so Sherlock generally does not use it to detect the surroundings in real time unless it is necessary.

Unexpectedly, the Muggle hotel where he lived was also the place where the Death Eaters chose to stay, and it was right above his room!

But then Sherlock frowned again.

The Death Eaters lurking in this hotel obviously would not use the Muggle Repelling Spell to drive away all the Muggles in this building.

These followers of Voldemort did not regard Muggles as human beings at all, but regarded them as lambs that could be slaughtered at will, so how could they consider the safety of the flock, and even wanted to kill more.

So the only one who could use the Repelling Spell on this hotel was the black-haired young man who lived opposite his room.

He should be the target of these Death Eaters this time. Gu

Sherlock stopped at the corner of the stairs, squinted his eyes and recalled the information he overheard from Moody.

In the battle in Wales a month ago, in addition to the death of four Aurors on the Ministry of Magic side, another Auror was suspected of defecting to the Dark Lord.

But Moody didn't seem to believe it. The wizard named "Eddie" in his mouth didn't seem to be someone who would betray easily.

Could that black-haired youth be the Eddie that the Aurors are looking for?

Is he also the target of the Death Eaters?

He is not a traitor to the Ministry of Magic?

Why did he use the Muggle Repelling Charm?

After these four questions came to Sherlock's mind, he quickly answered them.

Now, the wizards in the entire hotel, except for himself, are only the Death Eaters and the black-haired youth.

If there is no fixed target, those pure-blood believers who despise Muggles extremely will basically not be able to stay in a Muggle hotel.

Their target certainly cannot be himself. Sherlock is now a complete unknown person in the magic world at this time, and it is not worth it for the Death Eaters to send so many people to take care of him.

Then it can only be this black-haired youth.

The second question has a positive answer, and the first and third questions naturally have answers. The person who can make the Death Eaters go to great lengths to ambush here must not be one of the Death Eaters.

If he is not one of the Death Eaters, then the possibility that this person is "Eddie" is very high.

The Auror suspected to be named "Eddie" did not betray as the Ministry of Magic had heard, but had been escaping from the pursuit of the Death Eaters.

But why didn't he go back to the Ministry of Magic to explain?

As long as he could go back, wouldn't the rumors of betrayal be self-defeating, and would he be protected?

Sherlock couldn't figure out the answer to this question for the time being, but he could guess the third question.

It wasn't him, it wasn't the Death Eaters, the Muggle Repelling Spell could only be used by the black-haired young man.

He didn't want the next battle to affect the Muggles in the hotel, so how did he know there would be a battle next?

Unless he knew that the Death Eaters were ambushing here and had prepared in advance!

Sherlock's frown gradually relaxed, and he paced slowly in place, thinking about how he should make a choice under such circumstances.

After a moment, he made up his mind and no longer stopped his footsteps, but went directly to the second floor openly, and the clear footsteps echoed in the empty corridor.

He glanced at the closed door of the room where the black-haired young man was, then opened the door and walked into his room.

Sherlock had put away the control magic. He had to maintain his condition and prepare for the battle that could happen at any time.

As time went by, the streets outside gradually became quiet, and the night gradually enveloped the city completely.

There was no night sky in the sky. As a famous industrial city in the UK, Sheffield's pollution was no less than London. The sky above the city had long been covered by gray smog.

Sherlock lay quietly in bed and waited for about four hours.

At midnight, there was a slight movement from his upstairs.

Sherlock sat up quietly from the bed, and the wands that had been taken out of his pocket a long time ago were scattered in the room. More than fifty.

The control magic controlled the wands, and at the same time completed the exploration of all objects within a radius of ten meters.

He "saw" that the Death Eaters who had been hiding upstairs were divided into three groups. One group rode a broomstick to block the window sill of the black-haired young man, and the other two groups flanked the door of the room from both sides of the corridor. .

At the same time, anti-Apparition magic was used from the hands of four Death Eaters. They blocked the entire street, making all Apparition and Apparition ineffective!

However, according to Sherlock's observation, the room where the black-haired young man was was now empty. Only a few small balls on the ground and a suitcase on the bed were left in it.

The Death Eaters forced their way in through the window and the door at the agreed time. The moment they broke through the door, as if some mechanism had been touched, those small circles suddenly started rolling!

White smoke quickly filled the entire room. Just as the Death Eaters lost their vision, the black suitcase was suddenly opened!

A piercing scream sounded, and a long, snake-like creature with feathers on its body and a pair of wings on its back emerged from the suitcase and quickly grew in size, and soon its body filled the room. Everywhere, they fiercely attack the intruders who break into the room!

"He's not here! There's a bird snake here!"

"Get out! Get out quickly! There is living hell decoction mixed in this mist!"

"Damn it! He knows we still have the means to track him!"

Chaotic shouts sounded outside the door. The Death Eaters were completely unprepared for these emergencies and escaped from the room that was filled with poisonous gas and had been occupied by birds and snakes.

"Rabastan! Find him! Hurry!" Sherlock heard Bella screaming.

A wizard said in a panic.

"Disappeared! He removed the spell we cast!"

"Impossible! He can't erase that magic so quickly by himself!"

"But it's gone. I can't find him!"

"You waste! Idiot! Lead people to blow up this street immediately! Attract all the Aurors here!"

The Death Eaters quickly rose into the sky on broomsticks from the hotel, and violent explosions sounded everywhere!

Sherlock frowned. He didn't understand the last words of these Death Eaters.

Why do you have to lure all the Aurors over when you lose track of someone?

The chaos outside had begun. Countless sleeping people were awakened by deafening explosions, but Sherlock did not move.

Because under his control magic perception, a figure returned to the hotel after the Death Eaters left, walked to his door, and knocked gently on the door.

"Dong dong dong."