Just a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

The dim yellow light was not swallowed up by the endless darkness around it.

That bright light was like a drifting lantern boat wandering in the sea. Although it was conspicuous, it was in danger of being swallowed by the sea water at any time.

But Sherlock didn't take it lightly at this time. He knew full well that the broken kerosene lamp was not a lantern boat that could be knocked over by a wave, but a deep-sea angler hidden in the sea, always ready to open its sharp teeth to hunt!

All the wands floating around him had been quietly pointed at the place where the kerosene lamp was lit.

A strange voice that seemed to be roaring at the top of its lungs and seemed to be suppressed with all its strength suddenly sounded in the darkness.

"You~! Ruined it!"

The question had no beginning or end, but Sherlock didn't even think about it for a few seconds before he figured out what it was talking about.

"You mean that locket?" He said coldly, "That's really unfortunate. It was indeed destroyed in my hands."

The kerosene lamp was swaying gently, as if being blown by the wind.

Two scarlet lights lit up in the darkness, and the escapee who left Azkaban Island very early stared at Sherlock closely.

"Sherlock~! You~ are not him! You are not him! But you~ are not afraid!"

When it first spoke these words in the goblin underground secret room last year, Sherlock already knew that this straw man representing fear had seen through what he was most afraid of at that time.

It's not mind-reading like Legilimency, but it's even more unreasonable than mind-reading.

Just like Boggart, a low-level dark magic creature in the magic world, it can see through the people or things that wizards fear most without any limit. As a more advanced Federico, he is only stronger than Boggart in this regard.

It's just that the method Boggart uses to intimidate others is to directly transform into that thing, while Federico uses words to reveal the secrets that people are most afraid of being told.

There is no comparison between the stronger and the weaker in terms of performance, but in terms of combat power alone, Fiddlesticks will definitely crush a hundred boggarts!

For the straw man holding a lamp in one hand and a sickle in the other, the kerosene lamp is only one of his abilities. To truly harvest life, it depends on the death-like sickle in his hand!

The other party didn't intend to start a fight when they first came up, but instead talked about other topics, and Sherlock was naturally happy to do so.

"This proves that you are still not good at cultivation. I am not afraid of you saying these words at all."

While he was talking, he was also slowly moving forward, getting closer to the bright light little by little.

Anyone else would have thought Sherlock's response was a provocation, but Fiddlesticks' straw man did not ignore it.

Those scarlet eyes were still looking at the darkness where Sherlock was. They seemed to be able to see something deeply hidden, and they had already seen something unusual.

"Your fear has changed~ You are afraid of other things~ You are afraid~ You are afraid~"

Its voice suddenly paused, and then the tone suddenly changed again, and the voice of a boy who was in the stage of changing his voice suddenly sounded in this space.

"It's okay, Professor, you have helped me a lot. It doesn't matter even if I die now. Thank you, Professor Forrest..."

Immediately afterwards, a voice that was also a boy, but had a small voice and sounded extremely cowardly, followed.

"I'm scared Professor...I'm really scared...Professor Forrester, am I going to die here?"

A crying, trembling girl's voice sounded.

"They are all dead! Harry, Ron, Neville, Seamus, Lavender, Parvati...Is this all because of you? Professor? Did you kill them?"

An extremely old, wise, and plain voice with a hint of humor sounded out.

"People always have to face this step, Sherlock. Aha, why do you look like that? Don't worry, I didn't attribute the mistake to you. Don't put too much pressure on yourself. I just But it’s a good thing to start a great journey on the other side, isn’t it?”

An old female voice, who was usually stern and harsh, but now showed all her tenderness, sounded.

"What I'm most happy about is seeing you grow up. There's nothing better than this. You don't have to be sad about your child. You don't have to be sad. May Sally bless you..."

Various voices sounded, including many voices from boys and girls, one after another, either cursing, scolding, complaining, or comforting.

Each sentence is a gift when a life is parting.

Sherlock didn't move. He stopped moving forward and stood quietly, listening to these words expressionlessly.

He didn't miss every word, and he could tell who the owner of each word should be.

And the last voice did not complain or comfort, nor did it curse or praise. The ethereal female voice just said something in a weak but happy voice from the heart.

"It's nice to meet you, John."

All the sounds stopped abruptly.

The darkness became quiet again, and the expression on Sherlock's face did not change at all. He just stared unblinking at the light that seemed far away, but seemed to be within reach if he took two steps forward.

The roaring and suppressed voice broke the silence again.

"Are you afraid of this~Sherlock!"

Sherlock gently raised his hand, and countless wands in the darkness rose simultaneously with his movements.

"Maybe you are right, I am indeed afraid of something like this happening." His voice was very soft, just like the breeze blowing at night, "But so what? It's just because of fear that I appear here. , That’s why I chose to stay at Hogwarts and be a professor of defense, which I’m not really interested in.”

"I have never felt that being afraid of something is something to be ashamed of. Since I am afraid of it, then just let it not happen."

Although there was no change in his tone or expression, Fiddlesticks' words still had an impact on Sherlock's state of mind.

He suddenly felt uninterested in the slow exploration of his original plan, so he simply launched his ultimate move.

Two hundred wands dancing together in the darkness!

"Call the gods to protect you."

The silver radiance cut through the surrounding darkness the moment the spell was exited!

It's like there are countless silver-white thin lines on a piece of black paper, so conspicuous in the silence!

Hundreds of crows formed together in the weaving of silver light filaments, lighting up this darkest room like daylight!

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