Just a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

Even though he is exhausted, it is now difficult for Sherlock to perform regular spell casting.

But he still gritted his teeth and persisted, increasing the number of spells he cast against the Fire Curse.

More than ten wands were inserted into the ground, and blue flames rose, instantly surpassing the momentum of the red flame python!

The blue wall, with flames constantly jumping, gradually changed its shape, and finally turned into a big blue hand, tightly holding the head of the fire python.

Like fire meeting water.

It was still a balanced situation before, but now it has completely reversed.

The fire python let out a silent scream, then melted in the big blue hand, and finally disappeared completely!

Although Li Huo has been dealt with, Sherlock's current situation has only barely improved.

Voldemort didn't give him any time to breathe.

Dark green spells continued to fall from the sky. As soon as Sherlock tried to use transformation to create a physical object to resist, countless invisible sharp blades would immediately come through the air.

Voldemort's attainments in black magic are among the best in the entire history of magic. Whether it is the Death Curse or the Shadowless Blade, the power he unleashes is far superior to that of any wizard.

And Sherlock is now completely at the end of his strength.

His physical strength was not as good as that of the Dark Lord, who could be ranked as one of the most powerful wizards in history. Coupled with the large amount of physical energy he had consumed before, Sherlock had clearly felt that he could not hold on for long.

The black mist surrounding the battlefield has long since dissipated. Voldemort, as his opponent, now of course knows that Sherlock is the grasshopper of the Queen of Autumn and will not be able to jump around for long.

The Death Eaters scattered around watched this battle without any suspense.

Whenever Sherlock embarrassedly dodged a spell from Voldemort, they laughed and booed.

These thugs have regarded this private duel as a celebration of Voldemort's rebirth.

As the background of today's celebration, Sherlock will definitely become the first dead soul under the returning Dark Lord!

Even though he knew that he was probably going to confess here today, Sherlock didn't show any timidity on his face.

His eyes became more and more fierce, but his face became calmer and calmer.

Like a lone wolf that has been cornered, while staring at its enemy brutally, it will still calmly think about how to take a piece of meat from the opponent in the next bite!

He looked at the man floating in the sky, his expression turned crazy, he was laughing and constantly using the Death Curse, lighting up the entire night sky, and was called the Devil.

Sherlock's calm but ferocious gaze gradually became determined.

He knew very well that he could not kill Voldemort no matter what. The Horcruxes had not all been destroyed. Even if the resurrected Voldemort died, his second resurrection would only become easier.

So far, no one from the Ministry of Magic or Hogwarts has come here. Sherlock already knows that if he delays for three minutes at most, he will only become a corpse under the Death Curse.

Since he must die, even if he dies, he must leave Voldemort with a lesson he will never forget!

Sherlock grinded his back molars, put one hand on his knees, and stood up with his exhausted body.

The remaining wands, already less than a hundred, were floating quietly beside him. He needed to wait for an opportunity, a suitable opportunity.

And just as Sherlock stood up from the ground, countless iron ropes suddenly appeared around him. He didn't know when they appeared!

The black chains suddenly tightened, binding his hands and feet tightly before he could react.

Even when Voldemort was smiling, his blood-red eyes were still full of coldness and sharpness, as if the person who was smiling was another person, and the real him would only remain indifferent forever.

"I won't let you die so easily, Sherlock. If it were like that, this battle wouldn't have lasted this long."

His voice was playful and slow, like a winner announcing the loser's final fate.

"I'm actually thinking about whether to let you clear your memories like your mother, fill them with memories of resentment, malice, and despair, and drive you crazy. Or let Nagini destroy you bit by bit? Eat some and slowly experience death.”

Even though he had lost the ability to resist, the expression on Sherlock's face was still calm.

He knew that Voldemort was not a villain who died from talking too much. His ultimate purpose in killing him was purely to clear out the half of Sally's soul attached to his soul.

The more painful Shylock's death is, the better he can cry and plead before he dies to achieve the best effect.

He stared into Voldemort's eyes, and he could clearly feel that he was venting his emotions at this time. His attention was still alert, but his state was much more relaxed.

"Maybe you should consider this." Sherlock's voice was low and hoarse due to lack of water, but it was enough for everyone present to hear clearly.

And while he was speaking, a dark figure suddenly appeared on his shoulder.

It's like a ball of black paint dropped on a blank drawing board. It looks particularly abrupt, but it also feels inexplicably coordinated.

"But shouldn't the time be pushed back further?"

The moment he finished speaking, the black ink completely condensed into a solid entity!

The crow, covered with black feathers and with scarlet eyes, stood on Sherlock's shoulder and looked into Voldemort's eyes!

Endless darkness filled his vision!

These dark and strange things were completely different from what he had always been exposed to. In the dark night, it seemed as if there were countless pairs of eyes secretly peeping at him, keeping an eye on his every move!

In reality, the moment Fiddlesticks and Voldemort looked at each other, in the sight of Sherlock and all the Death Eaters, his whole body seemed to have lost its support and was falling uncontrollably!

The chains formed by the transfiguration spell tied to Sherlock also changed back to their original shape due to the loss of the source of magic power, untying his bonds.

Such an unexpected situation stunned all the other Death Eaters, but Sherlock didn't hesitate at all!

He knew very well that Fiddlesticks was only effective because Voldemort's soul was split into multiple parts, and there was an innate lack of resistance against this.

But such an effect can only rely on surprise, leaving him little time to react.

Without using any magic spells, Sherlock, who had completely disregarded life and death in his heart, used the most primitive method!

The wand he always held in his hand transformed into a long and narrow blade!

He held it high.

It's like the last thunder falling before the rainstorm ends!

Stab it brazenly!

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