Just a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

"It turns out the Room of Requirement has always been in this place."

Standing in front of the wall opposite the tapestry, Professor Flitwick looked at the seemingly empty wall with a sophisticated look, no different from other walls in the castle. He pulled out his wand and curiously Knocked here and there on the wall.

"Now is not the time to study this, Filius." Professor McGonagall said with a serious expression.

Flitwick took his wand back, showing no intention of demanding an answer.

Hogwarts Castle has a long history, and there are many strange places like the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets and the Room of Requirement.

After Professor McGonagall pulled Flitwick away from the wall, Sherlock wandered back and forth in front of the wall three times, summoning the room where Fiddlesticks was hiding.

Before opening the door and officially starting the plan, he carefully confirmed their next preparations with each professor for the last time.

"Professor McGonagall used a spell on me, Professor Flitwick used a spell to speed me up, Professor Sprout and Snape used a Patronus Charm to contain me, and finally Vera and I finished."

Speaking of this, he couldn't help but glance at Snape, who had been standing next to him with a cold attitude.

"Make sure you use your Patronus Charm well."

Snape snorted coldly and opened his mouth to reveal his shortcomings.

"Anyway, it won't be like someone who had too much emotional feedback from the Patronus Charm and turned it into something ridiculous."

Sherlock had long been used to this old otaku's venomous tongue and didn't care much about it.

The headmaster of Hufflepuff, Professor Sprout, is recognized as a good old man throughout Hogwarts. He also has all the advantages of a normal Hufflepuff badger and is an absolutely reliable witch.

After getting confirmation from each dean, Sherlock stood in front of everyone, took a deep breath, and put his hand on the door handle of the Room of Requirement.

The next moment, he opened the door.

I didn't feel any wind blowing, but there was still a cold breath sweeping out from the space behind the door.

Just seeing the darkness behind the door, the expressions of the four deans became extremely solemn.

With their eyesight, they can clearly see that this darkness is unusual, and every part of it is filled with powerful magic.

Sherlock did not step in directly, but controlled the silver crow, which had been acting as a guard, and took the lead in flying into the Room of Requirement as a sentinel.

He spent three days to ease his emotional state, and Fiddlesticks, who was hiding here, must have done nothing in these three days.

Even if Sherlock dispersed his entity before leaving last time, it wouldn't take so long to regroup with its ability.

A faint silver light illuminated part of the room. After confirming that there was nothing special about the area in front of the door, Sherlock led the four deans and Silk into the room.

And just after Snape, who was last, also entered the Room of Requirement, the door behind them slammed shut!

The darkness was boundless, seeming to spread across the entire space.

Even if they were mentally prepared in advance, after being completely in this space, except for Sherlock and Silk, who had already dealt with Fiddlesticks, the other four deans' hearts beat faster unconsciously. shoot.

At the same time, in the distance, the strange dim light that made people feel no warmth at all quietly lit up.

For Sherlock and the others, the lighting of this light also represents a signal, a signal for the action to begin!

"Call the gods to protect you!"

There was only the sound of a patronus spell, which was used by Sherlock.

It's just that this time he remembered Madam Pomfrey's medical advice and did not release the super-large-scale Patronus Curse with two hundred rounds at once like before.

Instead, only a dozen silver crows emerged from the darkness!

At the moment when the Patronus Charm of Sherlock's family took effect, Professor McGonagall pointed her wand at Sherlock who was standing in front of her with a solemn expression, and uttered an obscure spell.

Then, Sherlock disappeared directly into the darkness and lost his trace.

Professor Flitwick, who was always tense and always prepared, did not hesitate at all. After Sherlock disappeared, he immediately clenched his wand and started dancing around.

The bright silver light traced brilliant tracks on the tip of his staff, but soon, those silver lights disappeared into the darkness, as if they had never appeared.

After Flitwick finished all the movements on his hands, the straw man seemed to have discovered something. In the direction of the dim yellow light, there were two soul-stirring scarlet rays of light flickering in the darkness.

The extremely suppressed and extremely crazy voice roared in this space.

"Xia-luo-ke-!"

However, the only thing that responded to it was two spells recited together!

"Call the gods to protect you!"?2

At the same time as the spell sounded, silver light illuminated the entire dark space, and then, a silver deer and a silver mole jumped in the air and condensed into shape.

When she saw the doe, Professor McGonagall's expression became extremely complicated. She turned her head and glanced at Snape. The old bat spirit had an expressionless face, as if he was protecting her. The god form didn't care.

Although there was only one Patronus summoned by Snape and Sprout, the dissipated silver light was richer than any of Sherlock's silver ravens.

But compared with the crows composed of two hundred patron saints that he summoned before, the overall quality was far inferior.

The doe jumping in the air and the honest mole, together with the dozen silver crows that Sherlock had summoned before, rushed towards the direction of the dim yellow light!

Silver light spread everywhere covered by darkness, and the four deans also saw clearly the true face of the straw man at this time.

With a lantern in one hand and a scythe in the other, Fiddlesticks is as tall as Hagrid!

And after the patron saints approached it, a strange scream sounded, and the worn-out crown on its head suddenly lit up with a blood-red light!

The dense chirping of birds echoed in the Room of Requirement, and a flock of pure black crows swarmed out from the crown, fearlessly colliding with the rushing patron saint!

Just at the moment of contact, the silver light on the deer, mole and silver crow dimmed countless times.

But among the crows summoned by Sherlock, there was only one silver crow, whose brilliance did not weaken at all, and ignored the black crows and flew straight towards the crown on Fiddlesticks' head!