Just a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

This fluctuation was very strange. While it made Voldemort feel pressure, it also felt vaguely familiar.

What Sherlock has been hiding in his left hand is naturally the Gaunt ring.

After finding it from Gaunt's old house with Dumbledore, Sherlock did not immediately pull it into thread to complete the suture, but kept it until now.

Sherlock had been preparing for this moment since Draco came to see him the first day.

He knew very well that Voldemort had evil intentions, so he naturally prepared his backup plan appropriately.

Directly using the remnant soul in the ring to sew together, even if it can improve Sherlock's strength, it will never be enough to crush Voldemort.

But in the process of soul suturing, Sherlock will enter a wonderful state.

In that state, the increase in his soul and magic power will be maximized, and his strength will increase exponentially.

It's just like the time limit for transformation in tokusatsu dramas, Sherlock can only maintain this state for an extremely short time.

It is precisely because of this that he has only now begun to actually use the Gaunt Ring.

The next moment, Sherlock was levitating in the air without the help of any magic spell.

He has experienced this wonderful state three times. It feels like he is the master of everything as long as he controls the space where magic can radiate!

Voldemort's originally arrogant face began to turn gloomy.

With his strength, he could naturally sense Sherlock's abnormal state at this time.

Obviously he didn't pick up the wand in his hand at all, and the wands that were floating around under his control had all fallen to the ground.

But Voldemort felt as if he was threatened from all directions.

Even the air was hostile to him, and an invisible force was suppressing him all the time!

Instead of sitting still and waiting for death, the moment he sensed something was wrong, Voldemort's entire body turned into a black mist.

He rose from the ground. While other Death Eaters and Aurors on the surrounding battlefield were transferring the battle from the sky to the ground, Voldemort chose to take off.

Of course Sherlock would not let him escape the scope of his magical control like this.

He seemed to have become the master of gravity, and the ground had no way to restrain him. When Voldemort turned into black mist and flew towards the sky, Sherlock himself also rose into the sky.

He didn't wave his staff or cast a spell, he just had a slight thought and then snapped his fingers.

A silent petrification spell was cast instantly.

No light beam appeared and turned into gas. Voldemort, who was floating in the sky, suddenly felt his body stiffen.

This kind of magic that had no warning and directly affected his body did not cause much harm to Voldemort.

Because the black mist made his body no longer an entity, many conventional spells were ineffective on him.

But even if the impact was not significant, the methods used now still frightened Voldemort.

It can be said that this method of casting spells is completely unheard of for him!

Even if his strength reaches his level, he can perform silent and wandless spell casting at the cost of reducing some of the power of the spell, and the spells he casts are traceable.

What the magic spell changes is only the method of release. The essence of the spell is still the light beam manifested by the magic power.

Sherlock directly changes the shape of the spell. While using magic, he can directly affect the target he wants to affect!

Even if Voldemort tried hard to think of it, he couldn't imagine what kind of thing would make Sherlock complete such earth-shaking changes in such a short period of time.

But what he knows is that with Sherlock's current state, he definitely has a chance to kill him!

The first time he felt his life was threatened, Voldemort's only thought was to run for his life!

Even though there were Horcruxes around, he was immortal, but he had experienced the feeling of dying once for a long time. If he was allowed to continue such an experience, Voldemort would certainly be unwilling to do so.

And he also knew very well what would happen if he was killed by Sherlock in such a scene.

So running away is Voldemort's wisest choice now!

But of course Sherlock wouldn't let him get his way.

The black mist moved very quickly in the sky, and Sherlock was no less powerful. He kept narrowing the distance between himself and Voldemort, making it impossible for him to escape from the range of his control of magic.

At the same time, after realizing that ordinary spells had little effect on Voldemort in this state, Sherlock began to change his mind.

He released a powerful fire spell directly from the center of the black mist formed by Voldemort!

A crimson red light ignited in the center of the black fog!

After realizing what Sherlock had done, Voldemort let out an angry shout!

"Shameless!"

"You have the nerve to be shameless to me?"

The second the fierce fire ignited in Voldemort's body, he stopped running away. At the same time, the black mist condensed, forming his figure in black robes in mid-air. Then he aimed his wand at his body, without a trace. Don't hesitate to use the understanding spell.

Naturally, Sherlock did not give up such a good opportunity. He made a prompt decision and snapped his fingers again!

Countless invisible sharp blades formed in the air, cutting through the constraints of space in an instant, and were about to slash down on Voldemort's body!

Voldemort's noseless face was full of ferocity.

But Sherlock's Shadowless Blade was blocked by a transparent light shield in front of him. Although the spell had an impact on his armor spell, both Sherlock and Voldemort could feel it. Now Sherlock The spell used by Locke was obviously much weaker than before!

"Your state is temporary!"

Voldemort's voice became wild and excited again.

After delaying enough time for himself, he finally discovered the problem with Sherlock!

Sherlock himself also felt that the feeling of omnipotence in his body was fading. He frowned slightly, and then without any hesitation, he stopped chasing Voldemort, but turned around and fell to the ground.

The situation was reversed in an instant.

After realizing that Sherlock had ended that terrifying state, Voldemort would certainly not let go of this opportunity.

He immediately changed from the escaping party to the chasing party, and Sherlock once again began to flee left and right on the ground in embarrassment.

It's just that the target of his action seems very confusing, but in fact he is getting closer and closer to a big snake that is biting the Auror!

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And just outside the battlefield between Sherlock and Voldemort, there are several obviously special places.

The battle between the two witches Bella and Silk was not conspicuous on this large-scale battlefield, but it was particularly dangerous.

As Voldemort's most loyal servant, Bella seems to only be able to use three kinds of spells: the Unforgivable Curse.

And all she cast on Silk was the death curse!

This kind of instant death spell has no magical solution other than avoiding it with physical objects. However, Silk can always guess accurately the very second Bella's spell is used, like a prophet. The direction she was aiming for.

Then the body naturally avoids in the opposite position, and then fights back.

"I think I recognize who you are!" Bella barely escaped Silk's stun spell, but her wavy black hair was not so lucky, and a large part of it was singed by the spell.

But she didn't care at all about it, but said excitedly in that high-pitched voice.

"Eddie Butler! That's your father, isn't it? There was a report in the Daily Prophet the day after I killed him. He still had a daughter left alive. I've seen photos of you as a child!"

Silk's face was expressionless, and she had no intention of responding to Bella's words. She just raised the wand in her hand and recited the spell.

"The divine edge is shadowless."

The curse invented by Snape was naturally taught to her by Sherlock, and the founder himself would certainly not have any objections to this.

The invisible sharp blade collided fiercely with the armor spell that Bella had just placed in front of her. After Silk's spell shattered the armor spell, there was no way to cause any more harm to her.

"You hate me, little girl, after all, your father died in my hands like that!"

Bella's shrill laughter sounded, but Silk was not affected by her at all. Before she raised her wand to use the Death Curse, she had already felt the location where her spell was released, and then had enough time to react and dodge.

It felt terrible that not a single spell hit from the beginning to the end, which made Bella's mood actually not as good as she showed.

That's why she kept stimulating Hilke with some words, hoping to change her mentality and find some flaws.

But Hilke didn't give any response to her words from beginning to end. The only sound that came out was the sound of curses.

"Thunderbolt explosion."

The timing she seized this time was very clever. It happened to be just when Bella had just used her life-killing spell and she was sarcastic while not applying any protection to herself.

The range of damage caused by the explosion spell caused a very considerable effect.

Bella had tried her best to dodge to one side, but she was still affected by the aftermath. The black robe on her body was torn in tatters, and her face was covered with dust, making her look particularly embarrassed.

Now she could no longer laugh, and her face became extremely gloomy, but before she could look at Silke with her malicious eyes, the next spell exploded as if it had guessed her dodge position in advance. When the curse sounded, it also blocked Hilke's voice of chanting the curse, leaving Bella without the slightest warning in advance!

The bright red spell hit Bella's body directly!

The next second, her whole body was completely petrified on the spot. Except for the facial features above the neck, all other parts of her body could not move!

"Do you dare to kill me! Kill me!"

Bella's hysterical screams seemed to pierce a person's eardrums.

But after Hilke made sure that his spell hit, he didn't even look at her.

She lowered her wand, and a beautiful smile appeared on her face that rarely showed strong emotions.

"You all said that my feelings have always been accurate."

Not far from Bella and Silk, Lucius was holding the wand in his hand tightly, but had no intention of using a spell.

"Where is my son!"

He stared at Lupine, who was less than three meters away in front of him, and almost shouted the question.

Lu Ping calmly looked at this wizard who was usually the most pampered and always called himself a noble among wizards. He could also clearly see that he actually had no desire to fight.

"He is safe and is now having tea with the little girl in the care of the elves."

After hearing Draco's message, Lucius's face calmed down a little, but he still gritted his teeth and asked.

"What did you do to him?"

"We did nothing to him, but you, Lucius." Lupine said, "Have you really known your son?"

"He's my son! Of course I know him better than anyone else!"

"Do you really understand him, or are you just imposing your understanding on him?"

Lupine's words completely silenced Lucius.

He just stood there, looking out of place with the scene full of spells flying around him.

Lupine was also happy to see this. He and Sirius had different mentality. Human beings are complex creatures, and some people cannot be simply defined as good or bad.

And at the same time, various situations on the battlefield were changing rapidly.

Sherlock has also come to the big snake named Nagini.

It was fighting with Tonks. The thick snake skin helped it resist the influence of most spells. When Sherlock came to it, it also quickly changed its target of prey and opened its mouth to Sherlock. With a big mouth, it seems like he wants to help his master.

Seeing it rushing towards him, in Voldemort's eyes Sherlock unexpectedly did not dodge or evade, he was one step ahead of Nagini and reached out to touch the surface of its scales!

A wave that was exactly the same as the one that just appeared on Sherlock emitted from him again!

Nagini's whole snake was stunned on the spot as if its soul had been sucked out!

Seeing the situation in front of him, and that familiar aura again, if Voldemort could no longer guess what Sherlock had used to increase his strength in such a short period of time, then he could have completely destroyed his own head. Take it off and play it as a ball!

"How dare you! You used my soul!"

The shock and anger on Voldemort's face was not fake. He really never imagined that his Horcrux would become a tonic for others to enhance their strength!

How many Horcruxes has Sherlock already "eaten"?

Was the Nagini just now the last one?

No one could tell Voldemort the answer.

Besides, he doesn't need to know the answer, because he can use his own life to verify whether his Horcruxes have been completely cleared away!