Just a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

The hillside has become quiet again.

The trembling Peter took from the hands of the black-robed Death Eater Voldemort, who would never make anyone want to look at him again after the first glance.

He gently put the thing that couldn't be called a living thing into the calm liquid of the crucible, which was like stagnant water.

With a hissing sound, Voldemort sank, and even the Death Eaters standing around could hear the soft sound of his limp body hitting the bottom of the crucible.

The black-robed Death Eater who was holding Voldemort gently raised his wand.

His body was trembling, and even his voice was trembling.

"The bones of your father, if given unintentionally, can regenerate your son!"

The ground where Sherlock was originally standing suddenly cracked. In the crack, there was a small wisp of dust, which rose into the air in response to the Death Eater's call, and then fell gently into the crucible.

The originally calm liquid suddenly boiled, and the color of the potion turned into a bright blue, which didn't feel very normal.

The Death Eater still didn't stop moving. He pulled out a long and thin dagger from his black cloak, and his voice became more trembling and sobbing.

“The flesh of your servant, offered voluntarily, may your master be reborn!”

"puff!"

This was the sound of warm blood bursting into the air, and at the same time, there was a miserable scream.

The unknown Death Eater cut off his own arm with a knife, and the severed arm fell into the blue liquid. The liquid instantly changed color again, turning into fiery red.

The Death Eater lost his arm and gasped in pain as he continued to recite the last spell.

"The blood of your enemies, forced to give, can bring your enemies back to life!"

The glass bottle containing Sherlock's blood was opened, and the scarlet liquid inside was poured into the crucible.

The next second, the color of the liquid in the crucible turned dazzling white!

The dozen or so Death Eaters who were still kneeling here had their heads pressed deeply to the ground. No one dared to look directly at the Dark Lord who was about to be reborn.

The Death Eater who lost his arm completed a complete set of resurrection procedures and fell weakly next to the crucible, while Peter was huddled in an inconspicuous corner.

His standing among the Death Eaters plummeted after he was discovered to have turned into a werewolf.

Voldemort had no idea that he had found his weakest self and had taken care of him to this day, showing his ruthlessness to the extreme.

The white liquid immediately turned into a color like black velvet after a boiling gurgling sound.

Water vapor filled the surroundings of the crucible, and not long after, a slender, thin figure stood up from the huge crucible.

The man was as thin as a skeleton, and that cold and sharp voice came from the water vapor.

"Put my robe on."

Gu Si/span Immediately, a Death Eater wearing an iron mask stepped forward and put the prepared black robe on his master.

The man who was skinny but still looked tall stepped out of the crucible and walked out of the diffuse water vapor, revealing his true face.

Skin paler than a skull, two big blood-red eyes, and a flat nose like a snake, with only two slits for the nostrils.

Voldemort is resurrected!

At the same time, on the path a mile away from the place where Voldemort was resurrected, Sherlock was grabbing Cedric and running away.

"What the hell! How big is the anti-Apparition magic they set up? Why haven't they escaped yet?"

Cedric, who was held under Sherlock's arm like cargo, looked up at the group of Death Eaters still chasing them in the air.

"Professor, I think they are very likely to spread the anti-Apparition magic while chasing us. As long as we can't run as fast as they can, we will never be able to escape."

"MD, f**k! Shen Feng Wu Ying!"

Sherlock has been constantly building new iron armor spells around him to defend against the spells that are like laser rain, constantly shooting at him, but he also does not forget to find the right time to sprinkle a large amount of cold knives into the sky. .

Then he conveniently moved Cedric from the armpit of his left arm to the armpit of his right arm to save energy.

The reason why Sherlock was running with Cedric in his arms was certainly not because Cedric was too weak to run and was holding him back.

As Ravenclaw's seeker and an excellent Quidditch player, Cedric's physical fitness is among the best among his peers, not much worse than Sherlock's.

This is just because Voldemort gave these Death Eaters the order to kill Cedric and capture Sherlock.

Without exception, all the Death Eaters used on Cedric were death curses. Even with the Iron Armor Curse, they couldn't stop him at all. Moreover, there were so many enemies that he had no room to dodge.

In order to protect his safety, Sherlock could only choose to block himself in front of him.

Fortunately, Cedric's body was cast with a sufficient amount of levitation spell, making it less difficult for Sherlock to hold him up, and his running speed wouldn't be much slower.

With Voldemort's orders, these Death Eaters would not kill Sherlock. They had already fled for a mile, and still no death curse flew towards him.

Those red spells are basically all stun spells, petrification spells and binding spells, and there are not even a few disarming spells.

Because the hundreds of wands surrounding Sherlock looked really shocking, the Death Eaters couldn't be sure that even if a disarming spell hit Sherlock, it simply disarmed the one in his hand. What is the use of a magic wand?

Cedric's analysis was well-founded, which made Sherlock swear when he fought back.

But now no one will hold him accountable for swearing in front of students. If it weren't for the lack of words, even Cedric himself would have wanted to curse a few words.

Sherlock's counterattack had little effect. After a period of chasing, these Death Eaters were already familiar with his attack methods and rhythm. Dozens of shots were released without trace, but only a few Death Eaters were hit. Blood burst out from his body.

The moment after the counterattack ended, Sherlock didn't even have a chance to breathe, and immediately re-applied the Iron Armor Curse on himself.

"Even if we can't escape the range of the anti-Apparition magic, we have to keep running out! They keep casting spells, and such obvious magic fluctuations will eventually be noticed by the people from the Ministry of Magic. As long as we can persist until there is pride. When Luo realizes something is wrong and brings someone here, it will be considered a success!”