Just a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

That silver crow is the same as the other patron crows, and there doesn't seem to be any difference between them.

But he did ignore the black crows that had natural resistance to the Patronus Charm and flew straight to Federico who was at the center of the crowd of crows!

Just when he was within three meters of the straw man, he only needed one breath to touch the crown on its head.

The giant straw man with extremely flexible body reflexes suddenly raised the rusty sickle in his hand and pointed it at the flying crow.

"Uh-huh!"

It was like an ordinary sickle in the hands of a farmer who had just finished harvesting wheat in the field. He swung it down without hesitation. The speed was so fast that it was a completely unavoidable situation for the silver crow!

However, just when the seemingly unsharp blade of the scythe fell directly above Silver Crow, less than ten centimeters away, a faint blue light suddenly flashed on Silver Crow!

The rusty scythe was firmly blocked by the iron armor curse, but under that huge force, the moment the blade and the blue light shield were in a stalemate, countless and dense spider webs appeared on the protection formed by the spell. crack!

Silver Crow didn't hesitate, he immediately made a decision and released the transformation on his body.

Sherlock's figure reappeared in this space!

He did not choose to retreat, but instead leaned forward and stretched his right arm against the iron armor spell above his head that had a clear "click" sound and was about to be broken!

The next second, when the Iron Armor Curse was completely broken, Sherlock's hand also touched the blood-stained crown on Fiddlesticks' head!

The straw man let out a huge scream, and Sherlock firmly grabbed the cold crown, trying with all his strength to grab it from Fiddlesticks' head!

But the crown seemed to have grown on the straw man's head. No matter how hard Sherlock tried, he couldn't move the crown at all!

At this time, Fiddlesticks no longer cared about confronting the patron saints who had gradually become weaker and might dissipate at any time. Its body suddenly retreated, along with Xia, who still held onto the crown with one hand and never let go. Locke retreated to the darkest place together.

Sherlock, who had already expected that the previous attempt to use control magic to remove the crown from its head, now saw that there was almost no way to separate the two.

So, instead of continuing to hold the crown tightly without letting go, he quietly placed a wand that appeared in his hand at an unknown time into the center of the crown.

Then before the scythe swung down towards his body, he let go of his hand, and his whole body rolled in a black cloud of crows, and finally returned to Professor McGonagall and the others in a very embarrassed state.

Sherlock's face looked very poor at this time, and his overall appearance was abnormally gray.

Although those black crows that can fight against the patron saint cannot directly cause obvious harm to the human body, they will continue to erode the human spirit, making Sherlock look mentally depressed after just going back and forth among the crows. .

"The established plan won't work. We can only choose alternatives." He said solemnly.

Hearing what he said, the expressions on the faces of the four deans and five people, including Silk, suddenly became extremely solemn.

But the resolution had been passed collectively in advance, and no dean showed any hesitation at this time.

They all raised their wands in front of themselves and nodded to Sherlock.

After throwing Sherlock away from him, Fiddlesticks completely let go of all restraints at this time!

It brought the crowd of crows surrounding it like dark clouds and raised the scythe in its hands, crushing all the patron saints of the three animals: the deer, the mole, and the crow, and moved towards Sherlock with an unstoppable momentum. They rushed over to their location!

Sherlock's face was solemn. Facing the straw man who was less than ten meters away, he recited an obscure spell that he had never used before.

The next moment, hidden on Fiddlesticks' head, the tip of the wand in the center of the crown suddenly lit up with a small handful of cold orange fire!

The fire was very similar to the fire in the kerosene lamp held by Fiddlesticks, but it became even more daunting after looking at it. The evil in that small flame made everyone who saw it... All shuddered!

The Fire Curse is an extremely evil black magic spell.

There is almost nothing it cannot burn, and it is extremely difficult to control. Even the person who releases it has a high chance of being backfired by it.

It is not an Unforgivable Curse, but in some cases it is much scarier than the Unforgivable Curse!

After all, even the Death Curse cannot kill an entire city, and the Fire Curse has such power.

The second the flame burst from the tip of the wand, it lit the wand Sherlock had hidden on the straw man's head to release it.

For high-level black magic like the Fire Curse, Sherlock had no way to directly use control magic to release it, so he had to use a wand.

The burned wand seemed to be the perfect accelerant, causing the fire that was only a small flame at the beginning to expand instantly, and then it was stained with the blood-stained crown!

Fiddlesticks, who was wielding the scythe, suddenly stopped moving forward at this time. It let out a wail of extreme pain, and the crown seemed to be really connected to it.

Blood-like light shines on the surface of the crown, as if it is trying its best to resist the infection of the fierce fire, but its resistance is completely in vain.

The fierce fire that had already burned on the top of the straw man's head was as big as a bonfire and completely enveloped it inside!

The screams of the Scarecrow made Professor McGonagall and the others frown, but they still had no intention of letting go of the wand in their hands and covering their ears.

But at this moment, a burst of black mist suddenly emerged from the crown, but Li Huo was unyielding, like a poisonous snake that had found its prey, entangled it tightly, as if it wanted to kill it with one bite. It gives the attitude of swallowing it in the stomach!

"Sherlock Forrester!!!"

The upper part of the black mist, which had been mostly engulfed by the fierce fire, suddenly turned into a human face, and he screamed out Sherlock's name.

"It's not over yet! You'll understand! It's far from over!!!"

When he shouted the last syllable, the orange fire completely engulfed him, and then spread downwards!

Federico was rolling desperately on the ground at this time, trying to extinguish the flames on his body, but his behavior was in vain!