Just a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

Sherlock has been staring at little Barty.

He maintained a distance of ten meters and followed closely the elf who seemed to be pulled back by some force.

Shining took little Barty and didn't dare to let go for a moment. She pulled him away from the crowd and kept mumbling.

"Leave quickly! Find the master quickly!"

"Winky is scared! There are bad wizards everywhere! Everywhere!"

However, she didn't notice that at some point, little Barty, who had been pulling it back, suddenly stopped resisting.

In the panic just now, he picked up a magic wand from the ground. At this time, he held up the magic wand and aimed his cold eyes at Twinkle.

A bright red spell flashed silently, and Shining was hit without any surprise. She struggled to keep opening her big eyes, but was unable to resist the weight, which was as heavy as a thousand kilograms, and finally fell to the ground helplessly.

Little Barty was breathing heavily, and the invisibility cloak on his body had still not been taken off. In the quiet and deserted trees, the sound of breathing coming from nowhere seemed particularly strange.

Not long after, he seemed to have slowed down, with a silent and sinister smile full of relief on his face, and then he gently raised the wand in his hand that was lost by some unlucky guy. The tip of the wand was pointed at the sky, and an indifferent spell came from him. read out of his mouth.

"The bones reappear!"

Dazzling green light shot out from the tip of the staff, rising into the night sky like fireworks, and then a huge black devil mark exploded in the sky!

After using this spell, which was destined to make tonight's scene even more chaotic, Barty threw the wand to Twinkle's side, wrapped the invisibility cloak tightly around him, and walked deeper into the woods.

Sherlock watched silently as he regained his freedom, showing no intention of stopping him and still following him like a shadow.

He noticed the three Harrys who were very close to here and were the first to discover the Dark Mark, but he did not show up to take care of them.

In his perception, there were about twenty Ministry of Magic employees rushing here, and he didn't need to worry about Harry's safety.

Little Barty walked through the trees with a clear goal. He walked towards an inaccessible place. After walking for about twenty minutes, he saw three wizards with iron masks on their faces and black robes standing in front of them. Waiting for him.

Sherlock saw this scene, and a cold smile suddenly appeared on his face.

It was exactly as he guessed.

The farce that happened after the Quidditch World Cup today was entirely planned by the Death Eaters, or the Dark Lord who was still lingering.

They didn't know where they got the news that Barty Crouch Jr., the Death Eater who was once the most loyal to Voldemort, was still alive. They used the World Cup to cause large-scale turmoil to give Barty Crouch Jr. Create an opportunity for him to escape from the clutches of Barty Crouch.

Now that little Barty meets these three wizards, it obviously means that their plan has been successful.

"Where is the master?"

Little Barty's voice was hoarse and low, as if he hadn't spoken for a long time.

One of the three masked wizards standing in the middle said in a muffled voice.

"We are responsible for taking you to see the master now."

"Then what are you waiting for!" Little Barty's true character is obviously different from his previous performance in the Ministry of Magic. He is irritable and extremely impatient.

The three Death Eaters who were responsible for the response did not dare to show any dissatisfaction.

Of course, there are also differences in status among the Death Eaters. People like Barty Jr., who have made significant contributions to Voldemort and are still willing to be die-hard loyalists rather than just outsiders after losing power, will have different statuses after Voldemort comes back. Nature will be extremely detached.

"We also want to pick up other people who are struggling with people from the Ministry of Magic."

"If those losers can't even get out of this situation, then they are not worthy of being the master's disciples!"

Little Barty's tone was harsh, and his years of imprisonment had made his temper very bad.

"Take me to see the master immediately! This is the most important thing of your trip!"

The three Death Eaters had no choice but to grab Barty Jr.'s arm, wave their wands, and try to disapparate and take him away.

However, just when they were about to recite the apparation spell, a dull voice suddenly sounded in the air.

"Closed and banned."

The moment this anti-Apparition spell fell, several red rays of light vaguely emerged in the dark night, and the surrounding space was completely sealed like running water turning into ice!

With Sherlock as the center of the circle, all spaces within a radius of ten meters are locked, and all wizards' apparation magic is prohibited!

This is a spell-casting technique that Sherlock developed for the enhanced control magic after obtaining the second Horcrux and once again completing a certain degree of soul suturing.

Combining anti-Apparition magic and control magic, which originally required specific maintenance, as long as the control magic field expands, the effect of anti-Apparition magic will always be maintained within the field.

In other words, as long as one is shrouded in Sherlock's control magic, it is equivalent to being pulled into a realm similar to Hogwarts.

Except for some special ones, like the disapparation of house elves and phoenixes, wizards alone have completely lost the ability to escape.

While the space was sealed, Sherlock's own body was unable to maintain the effect of the phantom spell, and his body was exposed.

After the three masked Death Eaters saw that Sherlock was alone, they were nervous at the beginning and now relaxed again.

They aimed their wands at him extremely quickly, but what they didn't notice was that behind them, there were densely packed numerous wands slowly rising from the trees.

With three wands pointing at him at the same time, Sherlock acted very relaxed.

"Why don't you finish your words? Where is your master now?"

Little Barty stared at Sherlock with his cold eyes, and a stern smile suddenly appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Since you want to know so much, why not come with us? Besides, you look familiar to me, and you look very similar to someone I've seen before."

Sherlock narrowed his eyes. He didn't think Barty could recognize him. The face he used seventeen years ago was completely different from the one he has now.

"Sherlock Forrest, Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts." A masked Death Eater whispered Sherlock's identity next to little Barty.

A sarcastic smile suddenly appeared on Little Barty's face.

"Haha, Forrest, who am I talking about! It turns out to be that woman's son!"