Just a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

The moment the room full of clocks opened, Sherlock, who had always been nervous, reacted instantly!

The wands floating next to him, always ready to go, began to wave together.

Just like the baton in the hand of the band conductor on the stage, the wand follows a certain unique pattern and rhythm. When it is waved, countless red light spots shine on the tip of the wand!

"Ah...!"

The Death Eater standing behind the door, guarding the entrance, had just reacted and raised the wand in his hand to point it at Sherlock. Before he could even pronounce a single sound of the spell, dozens of red beams of light had already struck. The space was broken, and they all hit him accurately!

The next second, his whole body froze completely. Except for his eyes, which were blinking wildly, he couldn't even move a finger.

The Death Eater's body had no support, and he was about to fall backwards.

And just when he was about to fall to the ground, Sherlock used control magic to support his body in time, and then slowly put him down.

After the door is opened, Sherlock can sense the situation in the room.

According to his perception, there was no one else within eight meters except this masked Death Eater.

Only then did Sophie on the side react. She trembled and wanted to recite a spell, but found that the enemy had been controlled by Sherlock's neat and silent petrification spell.

She looked at the wands floating around in shock. She had no idea what kind of wizard could use magic in such an unheard-of way.

Sherlock ignored her current mood, walked into the Time Hall quietly, and saw the whole room.

There is no light here, but the whole room is filled with jumping light that shines like diamonds, coming from a towering bell-shaped crystal glass dome at the end of the room.

The bell-shaped crystal glass china, nearly 6 inches (1.8 meters) high, stood on a table and appeared to be filled with a swirling, sparkling air stream.

Inside the hood, a small, jewel-bright object floated up and down. The object was a small hummingbird, but it wasn't always a bird.

At the bottom of its circular trajectory, the bird was still in the form of an egg. When it rose up inside the glass cover, it cracked open, and a hummingbird emerged and rose straight to the top of the glass cover. Topmost.

But as the air flow fell, the bird's feathers were soiled and wet again until it landed at the bottom of the glass cover and was shut into the egg again.

This process of time repeats itself endlessly inside the hood, like a strange biological hourglass.

Sherlock was not attracted to this exquisite device for long, because at the diagonal opposite the door of the Time Hall, there was a cubicle surrounded by the back of the wall, and a sharp sound came from inside the cubicle.

"Don't think that I really dare not use a curse on you! I have been entangled with you for so long just to give face to the Selwyn family! Although the Dark Lord is merciful and generous to all pure-blood wizards, his patience It’s also limited!”

...

Scrimgeour stared at the unconscious Auror lying in the corridor on the sixth floor with a dark face, unable to wake up even with the revival spell.

"Whose team is the person in charge of the lower four floors!"

A young wizard with a pale face but cold eyes and a cold personality stood up from behind him.

"It's my team, Director."

The two Auror teams remaining within the Ministry of Magic are both newly established teams in the past two years. The captains leading the teams are also the most outstanding young people who have graduated from Hogwarts in recent years, and they all came here. A pure-blood family with a long history.

They are Kingsley Shacklebolt of the Shacklebolt family, and Barty Crouch Jr. of the Crouch family.

Among them, Barty Crouch Jr.'s father is also the superior leadership department of the Auror Command, the most important agency in the entire Ministry of Magic, and the Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement - Barty Crouch.

In today's tense situation in the wizarding world, although Barty Crouch comes from a pure-blood family, he openly takes a strong stance against Voldemort and takes action to this end. He has high prestige in the entire British wizarding community. .

No one even doubted that after the current Minister of Magic resigned, there would be someone else more qualified to succeed him as the next Minister.

It is precisely because of this that Barty Jr., who is extremely capable in his own right, should naturally become the Auror Captain.

There is not much to say about Kingsley. His outstanding abilities can be seen by everyone, and the Shacklebolt family is also a big family with deep roots in the magical world.

The young wizard who stands up now is Barty Crouch Jr.

"Why don't you keep in constant communication with your people?"

Scrimgeour didn't show any courtesy to Barty because of his special status, and directly asked with a gloomy face.

Little Barty explained expressionlessly.

"There is a problem with the battle situation in Sheffield. The previous commander Terrys in York contacted me and asked me to be ready to apply to you at any time to transfer the last two teams in the department, so I have been waiting in the liaison room. His message."

His explanation was reasonable. Scrimgeour had been paying attention to the battle in Sheffield and knew very well how tense the situation there was.

"How many people in your team can you still contact now?" He asked with his brows tightly knitted together.

"Can't reach anyone."

Kingsley also spoke at this time.

"My man, Rom, who was supposed to be patrolling the fifth floor, has also lost contact."

There are six Aurors present now.

Scrimgeour, the head of the Auror Office, Barty Jr. and Kingsley, the captains, and three of Kingsley's men.

Everyone here knows the seriousness of the matter.

The manpower in the ministry is now concentrated in Sheffield, and it is impossible to transfer them back even if they want to.

Because even if the Ministry of Magic was bombed tonight, it would not be as serious as if Death Eaters bombed an entire Muggle city and exposed the secrets of the wizarding world to the public.

The Ministry of Magic can replace it if it is gone, but if the Secrecy Act is violated, this will be a serious consequence that the entire magical world on earth cannot accept!

Therefore, Scrimgeour must and can only rely on the few remaining manpower under his command to defend the Ministry of Magic!

...

Sherlock motioned for Sophie to be quiet, and then the wands floating beside him were aimed at the Death Eater who was under the petrification spell again. The red light lit up again, and dozens of stun spells hit him, and he was finished. Last hit.

The two of them kept their footsteps to a minimum and walked to the door of the compartment in the Time Hall.

This is just an ordinary compartment, with no cutting or division of space, so Sherlock's control magic can clearly "see" the situation inside.

Inside the cubicle is an office. The space inside is not as small as it looks from the outside. It is about the size of a potions classroom in Hogwarts.

A total of eight people gathered in the office. Two wizards wearing black robes issued by the Ministry of Magic had passed out on the ground. They were obviously employees of the Department of Mysteries.

There are four other Death Eaters wearing iconic iron masks, and a young wizard also wearing the Ministry of Magic's standard robes. This wizard should be the traitor Eddie said has been lurking within the Ministry of Magic!

In front of them was a middle-aged witch tied to a chair with a binding spell.

The witch looked to be about thirty to forty years old, with long wavy hair. She still looked charming in appearance, but her face was particularly cold at this time.

"I'll say it one last time, Algee Flint, there is no so-called Gate 7! There is no power that can reverse everything!"

The young wizard named Algi suddenly grabbed the witch's gray-blond curly hair with a ferocious expression, put his mouth next to her ear, and spoke word by word.

"That old guy from Stry told it all! Door 7 of the Department of Mysteries! The most incredible power discovered by the Ministry of Magic since its establishment! The Dark Lord is very interested in this thing! Does he want to know what is inside? You should know that there is nothing he has not been able to accomplish so far!”

Algie stared into the witch's green eyes.

"Seeing that you took good care of me when I was a child, and for the sake of my cousin, I will give you one last chance, madam, to tell you where door No. 7 is. Then you will become the most loyal believer of the Dark Lord. Then in the future, you will be completely new. In the Ministry of Magic, you can still serve as the Director of the Department of Mysteries. This will be good for all of us!"

The witch sneered, no fear showing on her face.

"Good to everyone? What a joke. Algy, like your father, you have always been good at hiding, but you are still young after all, and you are much more impatient than him. He is planning to show off now. Are you not going to keep pretending to be in the Ministry of Magic? This is not like your father's character of hedging his bets and helping whomever has the advantage. Or is this actually a matter that you decided privately, and he is still completely unaware of it. ?”

Algie's face looked very ugly, as if the witch had told him something.

He waved to the masked Death Eater beside him, and someone immediately handed a potion to his hand.

"You forced me to do this, madam. We could have resolved this matter peacefully, but you forced me to..."

He muttered viciously, and then held the witch's chin with his hand.

"I have given you enough opportunities, but you have made up your mind to become the enemy of the Dark Lord. Then I have no choice but to sacrifice you for the great cause!"

Just when Algie was holding the potion bottle and was about to pour medicine into the witch's mouth, the door of the compartment was suddenly kicked open from the outside!

The next second, countless red beams of light swarmed in from outside the door like a meteor shower across the night sky!