Just a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

Sherlock's level of forgetting spell is pretty good.

Although he didn't usually use it much, he spent a lot of time researching and practicing such a spell that was very useful in most situations.

After bringing the second Death Eater back to the alley, he found the third Death Eater and killed him. At this time, it happened to be ten minutes as scheduled by Rodolphus.

Rodolphus and another Death Eater returned to their agreed upon location.

Just as they thought at the beginning, Badde Barberton Village is a small village with very few foreigners. Some strangers have recently moved into the village, and many aborigines will know it. noticed.

The man they inquired about, who had recently come to live in Barberton Village, had a very different appearance from Slughorn.

But there are many ways for wizards to change their body shape and appearance, not to mention that Slughorn is still a potion master who is no worse than Snape. It is only a matter of fact that he will appear outside with his original appearance. Something strange.

"Meet Amycus and the others later. If they don't ask about other outsiders who have recently come to this village, you should go back and inform the master immediately." Rodolphus said calmly.

The Death Eater rubbed his hands together and laughed.

"Why don't we just capture the old guy and bring him to the master, so that our credit will be greater."

Rodolphus said expressionlessly.

"You know that I am actually far less useful to the master than my wife is, but does the master still value me?"

The Death Eater secretly thought, it's because you took advantage of having a good wife, but you didn't have the courage to say it out loud.

"Why?"

"Because I have always known that doing the best you can do is the greatest help to the master. For those who want to greedy for success, think about how many of them can survive."

Rodolphus's voice was cold and cold. When he said this, his mind could not help but think of his brother who had died in the Department of Mysteries.

"The mission that the master asked us to come here first is to find out Slughorn's location without alerting anyone, and then tell him the specific location. Once we find the person, we will do it privately, and it won't matter if we succeed. How much reward will there be? Because this is not our task at all. If we fail, we will receive a more cruel punishment. How do you think we should do this multiple choice question? "

The Death Eater shrank his shoulders. His mind seemed to see those figures struggling in pain under the master's spell, and he completely gave up the idea.

They had arrived at the location before they separated, but no one else was seen here.

Seeing the empty intersection, Rodolphus frowned subconsciously.

"That's not right. In the direction Amycus and the others are going, the distance to find Muggles is much closer than ours. Why are we the first to come back?"

His words also aroused the alertness of his companions. Just as they clenched the wands in their hands and were about to attack the surrounding areas, countless spells flashed from all directions!

Sherlock did not recite the spell. Although this would further weaken the power of the spell, with enough quantity, it could completely make up for it.

Moreover, the two opponents are already alert. If they recite the curse again, the sneak attack will not be effective.

Surrounded by hundreds of wands, Sherlock's attack had no blind spots.

Even if Rodolphus and the others had a warning in their hearts, there was no way to avoid it!

The Death Eater who had previously thought of capturing Slughorn alive was hit by dozens of petrifying spells on the spot and fell to the ground without any fighting ability.

And Rodolphus's body actually lit up with red light, and all the petrification spells shot in his direction were blocked!

With the sound of the iron armor spell shattering, Rodolphus raised his wand and recited the spell without hesitation.

Gooper

"Apparate!"

There's no shame in running away, abandoning your teammates, especially once you've discovered this unique method of casting spells.

He never thought that he would be Sherlock's opponent. Bringing the news back to his master was the most important thing.

After Voldemort experienced the failure of his resurrection, he hated Sherlock so much that he went crazy.

As long as he can bring back the news that Sherlock came out of Hogwarts Castle alone, then Voldemort will not only not punish him, but it will also be a great achievement!

But after he recited the spell, his body only experienced an extremely brief moment of distortion before reappearing in its original position.

Rodolphus was already despairing.

This man set up anti-Apparition magic here in advance!

The unhurried footsteps rang in his ears, and the floating wands around him were like flying insects that had received orders, neatly arranged behind Sherlock.

Sherlock didn't have a wand in his hand, he just put his hands in the pockets of his jeans and raised his eyebrows, looking at Rodolphus who was holding the weapon with trembling hands.

Because Slughorn lives in a Muggle village, Sherlock deliberately did not wear wizard robes when he came to visit him today, but changed into ordinary Muggle clothes to avoid attracting unnecessary attention.

"Being able to maintain the armor spell to protect yourself at all times, if this were in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, I would definitely give your academy ten points."

Sherlock praised without hesitation.

"With such a sense of prevention, your strength must be good. Come and let me see it."

"when!"

There was a crisp sound of wood touching the cement floor.

Before the tips of the hundreds of wands behind Sherlock lit up with spells, Rodolphus threw the small wooden stick in his hand to the ground without any hesitation.

He raised his hands and avoided the ensuing battle without any suspense with just one wandless spell.

"I surrender!"

...

After Sherlock and Silk left, Slughorn was still sitting at the dining table drinking wine alone.

To be honest, he originally wanted to keep this secret hidden until he died and put it in the coffin.

After all, this is not a very glorious thing. If it spread throughout the magical world, he will definitely be cast aside as the most shameless sinner.

But he didn't regret handing over his memories.

Dumbledore, Sally, Lily and today's Sherlock, such people are always easy to touch.

The wizards themselves are an emotional group, and Slughorn is an old man with a sensitive heart.

He refilled his empty wine glass with a glass of wine. When he was about to pick it up, a small piece of paper flapped its wings like a butterfly and flew into his room, finally landing in front of him.

Slughorn, who was originally a little dazed, suddenly woke up.

After reading the contents of the note, he rushed into the bedroom with a changed expression, rummaged through and found a suitcase, and then panicked and apparated away from the hiding place where he had only lived for a few days.