Just a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

What Sherlock said made sense.

But Cedric, who was trapped under his arm and couldn't breathe very well, still asked a question.

"But what you said, Professor, is based on the assumption that only the people above are chasing us. I just heard the name of the person you called out. He-he is...a mysterious man? What if he takes action personally? ..."

Sherlock interrupted him decisively.

"Shut your crow mouth! There is absolutely no possibility of this. If he really had the ability to chase us, he would have chased us from the beginning. He has planned so much just to catch Harry in this place. It must be He wanted to use him to regain his strength. Now that Harry has not come, his plan has failed. "

Although he said that, after Sherlock's analysis, Cedric still shuddered inexplicably. He suppressed the unreasonable throbbing in his heart and said to himself, half to comfort himself and half to pray. Said.

"Okay, Professor, you are right, it is impossible for the mysterious man to come here in person..."

However, just as he finished speaking, the half of the sky behind them suddenly became dark.

Black mist enveloped the ground, like thick ink entering water, and continued to spread in the direction of Sherlock and the others. Then all the darkness fell in front of Sherlock, blocking his way.

After his resurrection, Voldemort, whose strength had returned to its peak, condensed in the darkness, and all the black mist gathered into his body. Finally, he held up his wand like this, with a cold look on his noseless face. Smile, staring into Sherlock's eyes.

Sherlock, who had already released a lot of magic and spent most of his energy, stopped. He tried his best to calm his breathing, and looked at Voldemort without any hesitation.

The Death Eaters in the sky also stopped attacking Sherlock. They controlled the broomsticks to land, surrounded Sherlock, and dozens of wands were all pointed at him.

More than a dozen transparent armor spells on Sherlock's body were still flickering, and the wand floating around him was swimming erratically. He took the time to glance down at Cedric and cursed in a low voice.

"You are so accurate with your crow's mouth!"

Cedric lowered his head in shame. He felt that this might indeed be his responsibility, and decided to shut his mouth from now on and stop saying random words.

Voldemort didn't pay any attention to Sherlock's little movements. His scarlet eyes revealed a playful look, and his pale and slender fingers gently touched the body of his wand.

"Sherlock Forrest, you and your mother are really alike."

Sherlock didn't speak. He was trying to find a way to escape from this near-death situation. He had no desire to talk to Voldemort, who had regained his life and seemed to have a lot of emotions.

"She planned to assassinate me back then, and she almost succeeded." Voldemort's voice was still so cold and sharp.

"Who would have thought that she would use that method? Fortunately, even if she lost part of her soul, she still couldn't make up for it."

Hearing what he said, Sherlock couldn't help but sneer.

"If she really didn't have any impact on you, why do you insist on killing me with your own hands? You are just a more powerful wizard. Do you really think you are invincible?"

When he said this, the wands floating around him also began to move, but the target was not the Death Eaters, nor the Voldemort in front of him, but was aimed at Cedric, who was clamped under his arm. .

There was no sound of incantation, and the transformation spell activated by more than a dozen wands had already taken effect.

Cedric's body began to shrink slowly, and his appearance gradually no longer maintained his human form. Finally, four or five seconds later, he turned into an insect and fell into Sherlock's pocket.

No matter what happens next, it will be a fierce battle. He has no extra energy to take care of Cedric's safety, so he can only temporarily transform him and hide it in his body.

Sherlock's level of transfiguration is not as high as that of Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall. Although temporary human transformation is not as time-consuming and labor-intensive as Animagus, and it is extremely difficult and dangerous, it requires his concentration.

He didn't have time to use it when he just escaped. Now that he has taken this gap, he can finally ensure Cedric's safety.

At least before Sherlock dies, he won't die in front of his professor.

Faced with Sherlock's actions, Voldemort did not interrupt. This was not because he had any gentlemanly demeanor, but because he was very interested in Sherlock's method of casting spells with multiple wands.

"Of course I don't think I'm really invincible. Although there aren't many ways to hurt me in this world, they still exist."

"This method of using souls like yours was left to you by your mother?"

Sherlock, who had temporarily solved Cedric's burden, had already adjusted his condition.

The wands floating around him spread out like a hedgehog, with the tips pointing outwards, sealing a semicircle, and Sherlock himself held the wand in his hand and pointed it at Voldemort.

"If you want to learn, I can teach you through actual combat now."

Voldemort stretched out his hand and stopped the Death Eaters around him who were about to move.

He stared at Sherlock.

"How long has it been since anyone dared to stand in front of me and speak like this? I've seen your information and it seems that you graduated from Ravenclaw? Maybe that stupid hat should make a new choice and send you to that world. It’s an academy for arrogant idiots.”

"I won't let my men take action." He pointed to his head, "She is looking at you right now. I will kill her last spiritual support in front of her and let her go." The so-called bravery of you mother and son has become a useless effort!"

With Voldemort's words, the Death Eaters around him slowly lowered their wands. Even if some of them secretly complained that their master was not very smart, no one would treat Sherlock again. Take action.

They all stepped back five or six steps, giving Sherlock and Voldemort enough space to fight.

"Avada Kedavra!"

Without any warning, Voldemort's spell shot out from the tip of his staff!

Sherlock naturally knew the correct way to deal with the Death Curse. The moment Voldemort's spell sounded, countless gravels were pulled in front of him and gathered in front of him, blocking the spell.

But flying towards Sherlock along with the Death Curse was the endless black mist!

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