Just a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

After little Barty finished speaking, the scene instantly became cold.

The cold night wind blew between them, and the three masked Death Eaters were all covered in hair, as if they were being stared at by something terrifying.

They swallowed and looked around cautiously. They did not think that the dangerous feeling came from the young wizard who was only in his twenties opposite.

The smile on Sherlock's face faded, and he stared expressionlessly at little Barty, who had no wand in his hand but was still confident.

Under the moonlight, the hair on his forehead was gently blowing in the wind. There was no emotion in his green eyes, but they seemed to be hiding some unexploded tsunami.

"Hmm, that woman you are talking about, is her name Sally Forrest?"

His voice was calm, as if he was asking a trivial matter.

The smile on little Barty's face became brighter and brighter. His pale face laughed wildly, as if he remembered something extremely funny.

"Hahaha...Sally Forrest, that's right! Sally Forrest, that's her name! You remember this very clearly."

He opened his eyes wide and met Sherlock's eyes, which were full of provocation and teasing.

"I didn't expect that woman would become like that and leave a child in the world. Do you resent that crazy woman? You must have hated her very much when you were a child, right?"

The tips of the countless wands floating behind them that had been aimed at them flickered for a moment, but in the end the light of the magic spell stopped and did not shoot out.

"Have you seen her? Do you know why she became like that?" Sherlock asked flatly, but anyone who knew him well knew that when he spoke in such a tone, he was actually extremely cold.

Little Barty seemed to have recalled something wonderful. He spread his hands, like a speaker delivering a passionate speech on a high platform, and spoke happily and passionately.

"I had not graduated from Hogwarts at that time, but I had already come into contact with the master's great ambition. One night when the master gathered like-minded people like us for a gathering, I watched your mother - Sally ·The whole process of how Forrest, this stubborn woman who wanted to stop her master’s great cause, turned from a normal person into a madman!”

He squinted his indifferent eyes with a faint cold light, glanced behind him imperceptibly, and then said in a voice of awe, admiration, and madness.

"I have never seen my master so angry. Obviously that woman made a mistake and made an unforgivable mistake. In front of all his servants, he asked Bella to use the most cruel means to inflict... Punishment, a punishment worse than life! In the end, she went completely crazy and was thrown back to Dumbledore!"

"Haha, I didn't expect that after she went back, there would be someone willing to make peace with such a lunatic and a waste, and give birth to a little bastard like you! Let me guess, who is your father who is so hungry? Such a crazy woman, he Can you do it?"

After his words fell, there was silence around him, and the air seemed to be frozen.

The three masked Death Eaters who were protecting little Barty were sweating from the palms of their hands holding their wands tightly.

Standing opposite them, the expression on the face of the young man who became a Hogwarts professor at a young age and rose to fame has never changed, but it seems to have undergone earth-shaking changes.

The night wind blew up a corner of Sherlock's robe, making a trembling sound of "hula hula".

"She had expected it before she went." He spoke softly, without communicating with anyone, just talking to himself, "Erase the memory, not be discovered, bear all the revenge after the failure... ....”

Little Barty didn't hear clearly what Sherlock was saying at this time, and his real attention was not here. Instead, he made hidden gestures with his hands hidden behind his back, reminding the three Death Eaters behind him.

"No wonder you look so familiar to me, you look so much like that crazy woman." Little Barty smiled ferociously, "So you threw yourself into the trap tonight because you wanted to experience what your great mother went through back then. Torture?”

Sherlock didn't speak again. He just slowly raised his head, stared at little Barty indifferently, and gently raised his empty left hand.

The moment he raised his hand, little Barty suddenly roared.

"Put a spell!"

The voices of the three Death Eaters and Sherlock reciting the spell came to mind almost at the same time!

"Thunderbolt explosion."

"Protect everything!"×3.

The dazzling white light and the blue light mask, which looked like a big bowl upside down on the ground, appeared at the same time!

"Boom!"

The huge roar made the ground tremble violently!

Countless trees around him were blown apart by the powerful shock wave and fell to the ground.

Wet soil splashed everywhere, cutting through the air like a bullet, and there was a "whoosh" sound.

But Sherlock did not stop the movement of his hand. He raised his hand expressionlessly and continued to recite the next spell.

"Avada Kedavra!"

The wands flying in the sky were like well-disciplined soldiers receiving orders, and they uniformly pointed the tips of the wands directly below at the huge mud pit blown up by hundreds of explosion spells.

Dark green light flickered at the tip of the staff, densely packed like countless green eyes opening in the dark night.

The next second, the green color filled with death lit up the entire tree!

When little Barty heard Sherlock recite the unforgivable spell, his whole body felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave, his eyes full of despair and death.

He discovered the abnormal wands behind him at the beginning and realized that Sherlock was not simple.

That's why I tried to use words to anger him so that he wouldn't have time to use any weird means to report to the Ministry of Magic. At the same time, he gave a reminder to the other three Death Eaters to get them ready.

No matter how strange the method is, what kind of strange magic has he not seen in the magic world?

Although he had always believed that his master's subordinates, except him, were all a bunch of losers, but for ordinary wizards, those who could become Death Eaters were already rare masters, otherwise they would not have been entangled with Aurors for so many years. .

With Sherlock's youthful appearance, Barty Jr. didn't think he had one-on-three strength.

But the moment those hundreds of explosive spells lit up, little Barty knew that he had guessed wrong!

According to his expectations, the mutant iron armor spell used by the three adult wizards could prevent Sherlock's first wave of attacks. After blocking the first wave of attacks, they could organize a counterattack.

But in the end, just the first wave of explosive spells directly blew through the mutant iron armor spell used by the three of them.

And just when Little Barty and the other four were dizzy from the explosion and had not yet crawled out of the pit, Sherlock's next spell was already ready.

Little Barty is naturally very familiar with the curse of the Death Curse. He has killed more people than he can count on one hand using this extremely dark black magic.

Staring at the countless green eyes opening in the sky, he couldn't feel any hope of survival!

"No!!!"

Little Barty, who had just regained his freedom and was about to face death again, cried out in despair.

But his actions can't stop those death beams from blooming!

Densely packed magic spells poured down like heavy rain, and the dark green raindrops slid ruthlessly from mid-air and fell into the large pit where the four of Little Barty and the others were!

There was a dense barrage of magic spells, and in such a narrow target range, there was no way for them to avoid these life-killing curses.

At least dozens of life-killing curses were struck on each person.

But what Little Barty and the other four expected was that the death curses falling on them did not have a direct death effect on them. Their ears, nose, mouth, eyes, and all their orifices were bleeding, and their consciousness was very groggy, but in the end they did not die. Die directly!

Little Barty was ecstatic when he encountered death but had hope to live again!

He grabbed the wand of a Death Eater next to him, pointed the spell in the direction of Sherlock, and ran away without hesitation!

The other three people in the pit were half a beat slower than Barty to react, but after they came to their senses, they immediately climbed out of the pit without hesitation and ran away desperately.

No one has any intention of continuing to resist Sherlock. Such a person is worth hundreds of people, allowing him to always have a numerical advantage when facing four wizards.

Including little Barty, they just want to escape alive and well.

Of course Sherlock wouldn't give them this chance.

The wand was waved gently in the air without any spells being recited, but the surrounding environment had undergone earth-shaking changes.

The appearance of the trees that were blown to the ground changed dramatically. Countless snake-like vines spread around them and soon entangled the two Death Eaters who were at the back.

The vine man wrapped around their bodies, just like a python wrapping around its prey, directly wrapping them all, leaving only four legs exposed and still struggling.

Sherlock's face was cold, showing no hesitation or hesitation, and he lightly snapped his fingers in the air.

In an instant, countless steel-like spikes sprouted from those vines, piercing through the two wrapped Death Eaters!

The four legs that were still struggling fiercely suddenly straightened, and then hung weakly on the ground.

The scarlet viscous blood fell to the ground and soon gathered into a puddle. The thick vines slowly changed back to their original shape, leaving only two mangled corpses falling weakly to the ground.

Sherlock turned a blind eye to this and did not look at the Death Eaters who were escaping in the other direction. Instead, he walked expressionlessly in the direction of little Barty.