Just a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

The image of the Scarecrow is just the condensed entity of this dark magical creature named Fiddlesticks.

Its true form is actually just a black substance without any shape!

After the fierce fire completely burned its body, it returned to its original state and rushed towards the entrance of the Room of Requirement at an extremely fast speed.

It wants to escape!

But of course Professor McGonagall and the others, who had already prepared for it, would not give it this chance.

"Call the gods to protect you!"?4.

Deer and moles reunited in this space, and at the same time, a bright silver tabby cat and a platypus-like patron saint appeared.

Their speed was much faster than the black shadow, and they stopped it right in front of the entrance to the Room of Requirement. Then one of the animals grabbed it by its horn and pulled it apart like a pie!

And on the side, Silk, who didn't make any movements, and was waiting for this moment, did not hesitate at all. He took out four small square boxes from his pocket, and put them together under the control of the magic spell and moved towards the person being pulled. A flat black shadow covered it.

All the surrounding darkness suddenly disappeared like sewage being pumped into a drainage pipe.

Federico's body was divided into four parts and locked up by Silk, which greatly reduced its ability to resist.

But even though the ultimate goal of their trip was accomplished, the matter was not finished yet.

The fierce fire that had completely burned out the remaining physical straw men began to spread on the floor of the Room of Requirement. It showed no signs of stopping, as if it was going to swallow up the entire room!

Sherlock and the others had anticipated this situation before preparing this alternative plan. The Fire Spell was basically uncontrollable.

But after all, this kind of black magic is not as unbreakable as the Unforgivable Curse, but to control it requires very troublesome spell casting.

Looking at the still-expanding fire, Professor McGonagall and the other four deans raised their wands, as did Sherlock and Silk.

The silver Patronus Spell had dissipated, but at this moment, the tips of the six of their wands shone with ice-blue light.

They surrounded the ball of fierce fire, looked at each other, and then thrust their wands into the ground together!

"All curses end!"

A blue circle formed between the six wands, and then the faint blue flame rose up, sealing the orange fire firmly in the middle!

The blue flame was constantly compressing the burning range of the yellow flame, and soon squeezed it to the size of a bonfire at the beginning.

Li Huo seemed to have his own consciousness. He was extremely angry at the moment and kept transforming into ferocious beasts like snakes, wolves, tigers, and leopards trying to break through the blue cage.

But in the end, it could only be wasted away smaller and smaller in repeated failed resistances. It didn't take long before it turned into a small flame like the one summoned by the wand at the beginning, and then was completely crushed. destroy.

The Room of Requirement became quiet again, and only the heavy breathing of the six Sherlocks was very clear.

Before coming, they all thought that things would be resolved satisfactorily, but after all the hidden dangers were eliminated, they all felt as if they were in another world.

Several professors looked at each other, and Sherlock suddenly laughed.

"Finally, we put out the fierce fire. Its resentful and struggling look made me feel like a scumbag who always gave up in chaos."

As soon as he said these words, several professors around him also laughed out loud.

Even Professor McGonagall, who had always been serious, had a smile on her face, and she still said seriously.

"Dark magic like the Fire Curse has the intention of devouring the master, so we didn't do anything wrong."

"Okay, I understand Professor McGonagall, but we are not in a classroom now, and we are not discussing the knowledge of transfiguration."

Sherlock waved his hand and said.

The atmosphere became more relaxed, and even Silk, who was holding the four wooden boxes containing Fiddlesticks, had a slight smile on his lips.

They walked out of the Room of Requirement together. Professor McGonagall and the others said that they were old and had not slept until now, and they were already very tired. So they separated on the eighth floor and went back to their bedrooms to sleep.

Sherlock and Silk did not separate at this time. They both returned to Sherlock's own office.

Along the way, Hilke had deliberately suppressed the smile on his face, and when facing Sherlock, he still had the stern look on his face from the beginning.

Of course, Sherlock knew that she was deliberately trying to show off to him, indicating that he had not calmed down yet. As an elder and a gentleman, he would naturally take the initiative to step down.

"It's my fault, I'm guilty. The lovely, beautiful and generous Miss Vera has a lot of trouble, please calm down, okay?"

Silk had actually been telling him from the bottom of his heart that he couldn't let Sherlock just pay lip service to him, but in fact, he was deceived by an apology that had no sincerity and no change.

But she knew she knew and was reminded. Seeing Sherlock's cowardly look, she couldn't help but curl up her lips and laugh. Soon she realized that she couldn't let Sherlock go so easily. He straightened his face again.

"I'm cold, facially paralyzed, blind, can't speak, and not cute at all."

Sherlock raised his eyebrows.

"Nonsense! You can't say that about yourself next time. Besides, the more you say that, the cuter you look."

Hilke's fair and tender cheeks were slightly red.

"Have you said this to many girls?"

Sherlock looked shocked.

"How can I have so many nieces to care for?"

"..."

Hilke, who was about to lose her strength, didn't have to hold on anymore. She gritted her teeth and pursed her lips tightly, as if she wanted to curse Sherlock. But with her usually taciturn vocabulary, But he couldn't even curse out a suitable word, so he finally bit Sherlock on the arm!

"Ah! You are so mean! It hurts! It hurts! Let go! I was wrong! I was really, really wrong! Let go!!!"

Sherlock screamed miserably, which made Silk, who was really determined to bite hard, feel a little unbearable, and finally let go of his arm.

In fact, she was not very strong to begin with, but she could bite Sherlock so painfully that he just shouted exaggeratedly on purpose, so that Sherlock could calm down more.

Silk's anger had indeed dissipated, but now it was rekindled. With a cold face, he placed the four wooden boxes with Fiddlesticks sealed in his hands on Sherlock's desk, and then turned around and left. office.

Sherlock looked at her back, rubbing his bitten arm while not forgetting to remind her.

"Remember to go to bed early."