Just a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

Sherlock felt like his internal organs were knocked out of place.

He coughed violently a few times, and his mouth was obviously bloody, but at this time he finally had time to continue waving his wand and cast the Iron Armor spell on himself.

"Cough, cough, I was careless."

The basilisk was troubled by Fox's entanglement. It not only pecked the basilisk's eyes, but also kept trying to continue attacking its snake head.

Make the basilisk who has lost hearing and vision even more manic!

The whole lounge was shaking violently. Sherlock stumbled to the corner where Harry and Ron were huddled together, and cast the Iron Armor spell on the two who were wearing the Sorting Hat on their heads and researching the secrets inside. , to prevent them from being affected by the attack.

"Please professor, really, you can express some pessimistic thoughts, but don't say that we are stable this time, we have won this time!"

Ron watched Sherlock just spit out two mouthfuls of blood, as if he had other problems, and pleaded with relief while pleading.

Sherlock dismissed his words.

"We learn magic, how can you believe in these ethereal things!"

However, as soon as he finished speaking, Fox, who was fighting with the basilisk, deftly avoided its attack, but the basilisk's offensive continued unabated. It opened its bloody mouth and rushed towards Sherlock. come over!

Its fangs slammed into the Iron Armor Curse!

The blue mask burst into violent ripples!

Sherlock was ruthless, his spell had no effect on the basilisk's skin, but it was different from the inside!

So, instead of pulling out the bitten arm in time, he put his wand directly into its mouth.

"Thunderbolt explosion!"

A huge and fiery flame lit up from the basilisk's mouth!

The deafening explosion made Harry and Ron cover their ears subconsciously, and Neville, who was lying on the sofa, opened his eyes in confusion.

But at this time, Sherlock didn't have the energy to care about other things at all. The powerful blasting spell caused heavy damage to the basilisk, and a large hole with black blood was blown out from the position of his jaw.

At the same time, the unbearable pain also made the basilisk bite his jaw with all his strength!

"Bang!"

A crisp, glass-shattering sound rang out, and the Iron Armor Curse on Sherlock shattered into countless blue light shards!

The next moment, the sharp fangs pierced into his arm!

That almost fainting pain made Sherlock's entire face contort into a ball!

The basilisk was also twisting in incomparable pain, its body curled up like a hemp rope, and then suddenly tense again, it swung the snake's head, pulled its fangs out of Sherlock's shoulders, and kept twitching in the lounge.

Black blood was splattered everywhere, and Charlotte had turned into a blood man at this time.

His mouth was full of blood, so he couldn't tell if it was his own or that of the basilisk.

Harry, with a sorting hat on his head, ran to Sherlock with Ron, and Neville, who had just woken up, came over crying.

"Professor." Harry cried out, "At this time, you should say something dejected. You say that you feel like you are going to die. This time, you will definitely not be able to take us out alive!"

Sherlock only felt his right shoulder, and completely lost his intuition. There was no pain in his body. The toxin of the basilisk had obviously played a role in his body.

But even now, he was in the mood to roll his eyes at Harry.

"Bah! You... this is asking me to curse myself to death! Although it is possible that I will be planted here this time, the scene cannot be lost."

Harry and Ron burst into tears, they said happily.

"That's right, Professor, you're going to be planted here today, and we're all going to die here!"

Neville looked at them and even forgot to cry, his eyes seemed to be looking at two lunatics!

Sherlock's eyes turned to Tom, who was smiling beside him.

Tom walked slowly to them, still holding a wand in his hand that belonged to Neville.

"You're going to die, Professor Forrest."

Fox, who was wandering in the middle of the lounge, also fell on Sherlock's shoulders.

Fox seemed to be weeping, tears streaming from his eye sockets and onto the wound on Sherlock's arm.

Tom sneered.

"Even Dumbledore's bird knows that you are going to die. When you are dead, how will you protect your students? Or what else can Dumbledore do to protect his students?"

Sherlock ignored Tom's sarcasm. He was physically tired, but his spirits were extremely uplifted.

Anyone with common sense in the magic world will understand what effect the tears of the phoenix have.

He didn't think Tom didn't know, it was just the excitement of being successful that took over his mind and kept him from thinking so much for a while.

"It's all my fault, Professor...I should have taught it directly to the school in the first place..." Neville cried and blamed himself.

"Cough cough, no... Neville." Sherlock coughed up a puddle of blood, "You're already brave... at least bravely go against him... ....that's fine."

"Tsk tsk tsk..." Tom looked at them in disgust, "What a touching scene! But it makes me sick!"

He had found Sherlock's fully healed wound, and he waved Neville's wand at Fox.

Hearing only a "bang", Fox turned into a whirlwind of gold and red as if he had been hit by something, and flew out.

He continued to wave his wand, and Harry, Ron and Neville were chained in place without resistance.

The current Tom is not an illusory spirit. He seems to have the same power as a wizard, and he can also use magic spells.

In the center of the lounge, the basilisk was still violently tossing, it curled up in a corner, and kept smashing its head against the wall beside it.

Sherlock breathed heavily, looking at Tom, and suddenly a bright light flashed in his mind, as if he had thought of something!

he asked with narrowed eyes.

"You're not just a memory of Voldemort!"

There was a playful smile on Tom's face, he was already winning, and he didn't mind playing with Sherlock a little longer.

"You found out? Well, I admit that I told some lies just now. It's just a memory, and of course I won't have such strength as me."

His voice rose high.

"I am who I was. A great masterpiece! A most precious work! An art that is timeless!"