Just a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

Sherlock only walked out of the corner after Draco escaped with Tracey.

The iron armor spell that was enough to reflect the adult wizard's spell was naturally used by him.

In fact, when Lucius came here, Sherlock and Moody Sirius had already arrived at the wall.

It's just that they didn't go out immediately, but waited to read Draco's choice.

Sirius never believed that a man like Draco would have a chance to change, just like he never knew or trusted that his younger brother Regulus, who was once a die-hard loyalist to Voldemort, would eventually change. Like a flag of resistance.

Sherlock has prepared everything in advance. As long as Draco finally takes action against Tracey, he will use control magic to disarm the wand in his hand.

Fortunately, Draco did not disappoint Sherlock.

Just like what he told Dumbledore and others at the beginning, Draco was not hopelessly bad, but the upbringing he had been receiving was wrong.

And as long as he can be guided correctly in the future, the conscience that still remains in his heart will tell him what is right and what is wrong.

Now that Draco has chosen the right side, Sherlock will naturally handle the aftermath for him.

"You taught me a good son! Lucius!"

Bella's sharp voice seemed to pierce people's eardrums, causing a feeling of irritation to rise in people's hearts unconsciously.

Lucius stood up from the ground with a gloomy expression. Even if Draco did something that disappointed him in front of him, he would not allow this crazy woman to insult his son in the slightest.

"Of course I know how to teach my son, but at this time, you won't forget why the master asked us to come here first, right?"

Bella's stern face was full of ferocity, but after hearing Lucius's words, she gradually returned to indifference.

Normally, she would have asked people to catch Draco and that little girl no matter what. She couldn't do anything to Draco, but if Tracey fell into her hands, she would definitely be a A situation worse than life.

The only thing that could make Bella give up this idea was something related to Voldemort.

And the mission of the six of them really had nothing to do with Draco.

"You're here to find me, right?"

A sudden voice suddenly interrupted their conversation.

Bella and Lucius' bodies instantly tensed up, and their hands holding the wands increased their strength. They reacted in less than a second and aimed at the place where the sound came from.

However, there was a clear snap of fingers, without any spell or wand waving.

The wands in the hands of the six Death Eaters, including Bella Lucius, were suddenly exerted a huge force and broke free from their hands!

The next moment, the six wands flew into the sky together, forming six parabolas under the blue sky like shooting stars, and were thrown far away.

After a brief period of astonishment, the six Bellas finally understood what had happened. Their expressions at this time were extremely ugly.

Moody and Sirius had already raised the two wands in their hands and pointed them at them, but what they were really afraid of so far was the man standing between them, with nothing in his hands, but he silently disarmed them. .

"Everyone, this afternoon is a rare good weather, isn't it? So, you came here to find me in such a big way and scared away my students. Isn't it too disturbing?"

Sherlock's voice was very casual, as casual as if he met a neighbor's child scratching someone else's car window on the roadside and gave him a few words of instruction.

Bella and Lucius, who had lost their ability to resist after having their wands taken away, had ugly faces.

None of them expected this to happen.

After last year's Triwizard Tournament, the battle that disgraced their master, even someone as arrogant as Bella had to admit that Sherlock's strength was definitely at the top level in the magical world.

Especially if more than three digits of wands are used to cast spells at the same time, one person can basically rely on quantity to face hundreds of wizards.

Of course, even so, she would definitely not be stronger than her master Voldemort.

After a certain level, the strength of magic can no longer be made up for quality defects by relying on quantity accumulation.

Because of this, that night, Sherlock was completely suppressed and beaten by Voldemort. It was only with Fiddlesticks, this unexpected accident that no one expected, that he reversed the situation and stabbed the knife into Voldemort's chest.

And if it hadn't been for this accident, Sherlock would never have been able to survive Dumbledore coming over with the Order of the Phoenix and a group of Aurors.

Sherlock is very strong, but his strength is limited. Without the use of multiple wands to cast spells, his magic level is comparable to that of the strongest Death Eaters like Bella.

But even with the means of casting spells with multiple wands, it is absolutely impossible to make them lose all resistance in front of the six of them with just a snap of the fingers without chanting a spell or waving a wand. This level of ability.

Seeing Bella, Lucius's gray face, and Sirius holding the wand in his hand, a happy smile appeared on his face.

"Do you remember what you said when you were in Azkaban? My dear cousin, at that time, did you ever think that even if you really came out and that person really came back, it would turn out to be what it is today? situation."

Bella stared at Sirius coldly. Just when she was about to speak, there was a sound of breaking through the sky from far to near, and then a black "cloud" enveloped them in darkness.

Such movement made everyone here subconsciously raise their heads.

That was not a dark cloud, but hundreds of Death Eaters riding broomsticks, wearing black robes and iron masks!

They had already determined their target in mid-air, and nearly half of them began to circle around Sherlock and the others, while more than half of the Death Eaters drew out their wands in mid-air.

Suddenly, hundreds of wands were all pointed at Sherlock!

Even though they had anticipated such a situation in advance, Sirius and Moody couldn't help frowning, and swallowed nervously.

However, Bella and Lucius's originally ugly expressions completely turned around. They watched with joy as the black mist in the sky gathered into shape and turned into a bald and noseless wizard. They all knelt on the ground.

"Owner!"

Voldemort gently pinched the end of the wand with four fingers. He didn't even look at Bella and the others. The moment he appeared in the sky, his eyes were locked on Sherlock.

"I had no idea you were so unwise, Sherlock Forrest."

His voice was cold and cold, mixed with some arrogance and disdain while speaking to Sherlock.

"After the last battle, although your strength has not yet reached the standard, I have put you on the same level as Dumbledore, but now it seems that I still think highly of you."

Even though he was surrounded by so many wands and Voldemort, who made the entire wizarding world tremble, was right in front of him, Sherlock's expression still didn't change much.

"So what was your purpose in letting Draco get close to me in the first place? Isn't it just to let him keep an eye on my whereabouts?"

The face that looked very strange because it had no nose and was extremely pale smiled scornfully. Voldemort seemed not to mind having more interactions with Sherlock.

"Do you think this is all I want?" He said coldly, "In my eyes, I have never regarded you or Dumbledore as a target that I must plan for. It's just your choice. It just hit me."

Sherlock looked at him and shrugged.

"Aren't you going to tell me your original plan in detail? Or do you actually plan to continue your previous plan about Draco after getting rid of me today?"

Voldemort did not answer his question, but slowly fell from the sky to the ground.

He passed by Bella and the others with an expressionless expression, and then the six wands that had been disarmed by Sherlock flew back from all directions and fell back into the hands of their original owners.

"I know you have something to rely on. Even though I haven't yet found out why your strength has improved so fast, do you think you can be my opponent even if you are more than a star and a half stronger than last time?"

He stopped about five meters away from Sherlock, holding the wand with the same core as Harry's wand in his hand, his eyes as cold as a snake.

"Same as last time, Sherlock, I won't let my men take action. It's still just the two of us. I will kill you with my own hands and let those ignorant people see that what they fantasize about these days can be achieved in Deng. Blido then leads them to continue to be the stubborn Professor Forrest, is he qualified or not?"

The black robe on Voldemort's body automatically moved without wind, and the black smoke surrounding him seemed to be alive and jumping for joy!

Sirius and Moody looked at each other, and they both took a step back consciously, leaving this space to Sherlock.

Sherlock didn't say anything more when facing Voldemort. He narrowed his eyes and hundreds of wands floated silently behind him.

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Hogwarts.

Holding a plate of cookies freshly made from the kitchen, Silke stood in front of the door of Sherlock's office. He knocked on the door but received no response and frowned slightly.

If Sherlock is not in the castle at this time, Silk knows where he will go.

After Christmas, when Sherlock took Draco to the orphanage for the second time to experience life, he also wanted to take Silk to relax together for a day, just like going out to play.

However, Hilke also had to teach many classes, so she couldn't spare a whole day to go out with Sherlock and the others that day.

Therefore, at this time, Sherlock was not in the castle, and she could guess where he would go.

But Hilke felt a sense of worry in his heart for no reason.

She didn't know what she was worried about, nor did she feel that Sherlock would be in danger, but she just felt a little irritable.

Silk silently carried the plate of steaming cookies back to her office. Students greeted her along the way, and she just nodded lightly in response.

Sitting in front of her desk, she stared blankly at the old windmill that had turned yellow on the surface and was inserted into the pen holder.

This windmill was originally used at her father's funeral, so that everything related to Sherlock and her were buried in the tomb belonging to "John Watson".

Later, Sherlock dug up the tomb with his own hands, and returned the windmill, including the photo of her, "John" and "Uncle Prince" together as a child, back to her.

Silk couldn't figure out what she was upset about. Usually when her mood changed inexplicably like this, she would look at the crystal ball, which was no fun for others.

But today, she seemed to see something from the windmill that had no magic power at all.

The disorderly lines became clear in her mind, and the originally foggy scene gradually became clear...

Silk suddenly stood up from his chair.

She had not taken off her coat when she returned to the office. She had not returned for three minutes before she opened the office door and walked towards Dumbledore's office with a clear goal.

She didn't know what the password to the principal's office was, but just when she walked to the stone monster, it jumped to the side.

This is not because Hilke has the same authority as Sherlock to enter and leave the principal's office at any time without a password, but it just happened that someone walked out of it in a hurry.

Hilke had seen this man's face. He was none other than Scrimgeour, the current Minister of Magic at the British Ministry of Magic.

She also heard from her usual chats with Sherlock that the new Minister of Magic, who had been in office for less than a year, usually had a very normal relationship with Dumbledore. Well, both sides are trying to maintain a non-interfering balance.

Now Scrimgeour hurriedly walked out of Dumbledore's office. It was obvious that there was something important, but Silk didn't ask any more questions. She passed by the Minister of Magic and came to Dumbledore's office. In front of the door, there was a gentle knock on the principal's office door.

Dumbledore's slightly surprised voice came from behind the door.

"Please come in."

Silk opened the door and walked in. Dumbledore was putting on his robe, as if he was getting ready to go out.

Seeing Silk coming in from the outside, Dumbledore didn't stop moving his hands. He asked with a gentle smile on his face.

"What do you want from me? Vera."

There was no unnecessary expression on Hilke's face, but her eyes, which were no longer covered, looked particularly serious.

"Can I go with you to find Sherlock? Professor Dumbledore."