Just a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

Update: Sherlock is right.

But Cedric, caught under his arm and breathing heavily, raised a question.

"But what you said, Professor, is only if these people above are chasing us. I heard the name of the person you called out just now, he-he is... the mysterious person? If he shot himself. …”

Sherlock cut him off decisively.

"Shut your crow's mouth! There's absolutely no chance of that. If he really had the ability to come after us, he would have chased after us in the first place. He planned so much to get Harry here, for sure. He wanted to use him to restore his strength, and now that Harry doesn't come, his plan has failed."

Although he said that, after Sherlock's analysis, Cedric's body shuddered inexplicably. He suppressed the unprovoked throbbing in his heart, and he was half self-comforting and half praying to himself. language.

"Well, professor, you are right, the mysterious person can't come over in person..."

However, just as his voice fell, the half of the sky behind them suddenly became dark.

The black mist shrouded the earth, like thick ink pouring into water, constantly spreading in the direction of Sherlock and the others, and then all the darkness fell in front of Sherlock, blocking his way.

After the resurrection, Voldemort, whose strength had returned to his peak, condensed in the darkness, all the black mist gathered into his body, and finally held up his wand like this, his noseless face was icy cold. He smiled and met Sherlock's eyes.

Having released a lot of magic, Sherlock, who consumed most of his physical strength, stopped, he tried his best to calm his breathing, and looked at Voldemort like this without any shyness.

The Death Eaters in the sky also stopped attacking Sherlock. They controlled their brooms to the ground, surrounded Sherlock in the middle, and all dozens of wands were aimed at him.

Sherlock's body was still flickering with more than a dozen transparent iron armor spells, and the wand floating around was swimming erratically. He took time to look down at Cedric and cursed in a low voice.

"It really makes you a crow's mouth to say it right!"

Cedric lowered his head in shame. He felt that this might indeed be his responsibility, and decided to keep his mouth shut from now on and stop talking nonsense.

Voldemort didn't pay any attention to Sherlock's small movements, his scarlet eyes revealed playful eyes, and his pale, slender fingers stroked the body of his wand lightly.

"Sherlock Forrest, you really look a lot like your mother."

Sherlock didn't speak. He was trying to find a way to escape from the near-death situation. He didn't have the mood to talk to Voldemort, who was reborn and felt a lot of emotion.

"She planned to assassinate me, and she almost succeeded." Voldemort's voice was still as cold and sharp.

"Who would have thought that she would use that method. Fortunately, even if she took part of her soul into it, she did not make up for it."

Hearing him say this, Sherlock couldn't help sneering.

"If she really didn't affect you at all, why did you insist on killing me with your own hands? You're just a stronger wizard, do you really think you're invincible?"

When he said this, the wands floating around him also began to move, but the target was not the Death Eaters, nor the Voldemort in front of him, but Cedric who was under his arm. .

Without the sound of the incantation, the Transfiguration activated by a dozen wands has already played a role.

Cedric's body began to shrink slowly, and his appearance gradually ceased to maintain his human shape. Finally, after four or five seconds, he turned into an insect and fell into Sherlock's pocket.

No matter what happens next, it will be a fierce battle. He has no spare energy to take care of Cedric's safety. He can only transform him briefly and hide it on himself.

Sherlock's Transfiguration level is not as high as Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall. Although temporary human transformation is not as time-consuming and laborious as Animagus, and it is extremely difficult and dangerous, it requires his concentration.

He didn't have time to use it when he just escaped, and now he has taken this part of the gap to finally ensure the safety of Cedric.

At least until Sherlock dies, he won't die in front of his professor.

In the face of Sherlock's movements, Voldemort did not interrupt him. This was not because he had any gentlemanly demeanor, but because he was very interested in Sherlock's method of casting spells with multiple wands.

"Of course I don't feel that I am really invincible. Although there are not many ways to hurt me in this world, they still exist."

"A method of using your soul like yours was left to you by your mother?"

Sherlock, who had temporarily solved the burden of Cedric, had already adjusted his state.

The wand floating around him spread out like a hedgehog, with the tip of the wand facing outwards, blocking a semicircle, and Sherlock himself held the wand in his hand and aimed it at Voldemort.

"If you want to learn, I can teach you with actual combat now."

Voldemort stretched out his hand and stopped the surrounding Death Eaters.

He stared at Sherlock.

"It's been a long time since no one dared to stand in front of me and talk like this. I've seen your profile. You seem to be a Ravenclaw graduate? Maybe that stupid hat should make a new choice and send you to that whole country. It's an academy for arrogant idiots."

"I won't let my subordinates take action." He pointed at his head, "She's looking at you now, I'm going to put her last in front of her face. The spiritual support of you to kill, let you mother and son's so-called bravery become useless and futile!"

With Voldemort's words, the surrounding Death Eaters slowly lowered their wands, and even if some of them secretly slandered their master's brains not working well, no one would say anything to Sherlock again. shot.

They all stepped back five or six steps, leaving enough room for both Sherlock and Voldemort to fight.

"Avada Kedavra!"

Without the slightest warning, Voldemort's spell blazed from the tip of his wand!

Sherlock was naturally aware of the correct way to deal with the Life Sucking Curse. At the moment when Voldemort's incantation sounded in front of him, countless rubble was pulled and gathered in front of him, blocking the spell.

But flying towards Sherlock with the Life Sucking Curse, there is also the endless black fog!

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