Just a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

Dumbledore brought Scrimgeour, Fudge and the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic to the cemetery halfway up the hillside using Apparition.

No one was here anymore, and the anti-Apparition magic was also canceled when Sherlock escaped.

In the dark night, there was no living creature except the huge crucible.

Fudge was grabbed by Dumbledore's arm, and his body trembled subconsciously.

He was afraid, afraid that in this place, this old man who had always been kind and kind, but was completely different today, would reveal his hidden fangs and kill him directly at this dark and windy time.

"Ah, Albus... If you really have something to say, you can discuss it with me... There is no need to do this. I just want to be a minister safely... If you really want those powers, I can be your puppet... This way, you can control the magic world more safely behind the scenes!"

His words did not change the expression on Dumbledore's face at all, but Scrimgeour on the side looked at Fudge with disgust.

During his tenure as the head of the Auror Office, the old Auror had served no less than three Ministers of Magic, and the most despicable and weak one was the one in front of him.

He was not even as strong as the female Minister before him.

Dumbledore frowned, and he gently raised the old wand in his hand, as if he had not heard Fudge's words at all, and just whispered the spell.

"The trace appears."

A golden vortex appeared in front of him, and the end of the vortex floated faintly to one place, pointing them in the direction.

This spell can detect the movement trajectory of the person you want to find, but if the person disappears through space magic such as Apparition or Portkey, it will not have any effect.

And now, the golden vortex has pointed out Sherlock's location.

"Tell your men to pay attention." Dumbledore said to Scrimgeour.

Scrimgeour immediately turned around and stretched out a hand to the Aurors standing behind them.

Then, more than a dozen Aurors took off on flying broomsticks, explored the situation below from the sky, and headed in the direction of the vortex.

Their speed was not slow, and Dumbledore and Scrimgeour were still leading the way on land.

Even at this moment, Fudge could see that Dumbledore's big scene tonight was not aimed at him.

He was half forced, half voluntarily, and walked forward together until he entered the woods where Sherlock was surrounded by Death Eaters.

The Aurors flying in the air were the first to discover the situation.

The Death Eaters in the woods had no hiding at all, and they never thought that other people would find this place tonight.

And just when Scrimgeour was about to give the order for the Aurors to be on guard.

In front of all of them, it seemed that a major accident had happened to the Death Eaters!

Those villains wearing iron masks were screaming something in fear, and then everyone ran in one direction and cast spells!

Dumbledore, Scrimgeour, Fudge, and nearly a hundred Aurors at the scene also saw the scene that caused them to panic.

Under the faint moonlight, the ragged, bloodstained boy was holding a sharp blade high, aiming at the monster on the ground that was neither human nor ghost!

The resolute look could not hide the cruelty and tyranny. The roar that resounded throughout the forest and the blade cut through the silent air!

"Voldemort! You are nothing!!!"

The sound of the sharp blade piercing into the flesh and blood was so clear that it seemed to ring in the ears of the Aurors, and the title that the entire magic world dared not say out loud seemed so natural in the boy's curse!

"Puff!"

Even the devil would bleed, and the blood was bright red.

Voldemort, who had woken up from a brief loss of consciousness, looked at Sherlock's face in disbelief.

The blade in his hand was now clearly inserted into his chest.

The intense pain that he had not experienced for many years spread throughout his body in an instant!

The Aurors, Scrimgeour and Fudge were all stunned when they saw this scene.

They didn't know who the person lying on the ground with a pierced chest was, but the scene at this time was enough to let them know that the boy holding the knife in the moonlight seemed to have done something extraordinary!

The Death Eater who reacted first waved his wand in fear and released countless spells at Sherlock's back.

But those colorful spells, including the killing curse, the coma curse, the petrification curse, the disarming curse, etc., were all blocked by a hedge that suddenly rose from the ground.

Dumbledore tapped the wand in his hand to help Sherlock block these deadly spells.

And Voldemort's furious voice suddenly exploded with a large piece of black fog!

"How dare you!"

Under Sherlock's blade, there was no longer the body of the demon, and countless black fogs around him enveloped the woods!

Dumbledore's expression was extremely serious. He raised his wand, and all the trees in the forest rustled like soldiers who had received orders. This was the prelude to a huge transformation.

Those green branches and leaves in early summer stretch out like snakes, turning into vines that spread along the branches in all directions, trying to seal in the black mist that permeates the entire forest.

But no matter how dense the Tengman is, there is no way to resist the gaseous state.

This black mist had no intention of confronting Dumbledore at all. The mist rose, and in the blink of an eye, all the darkness had disappeared without a trace in the woods!

Those Death Eaters who were still frightened by Sherlock's performance just now also reacted. After their master escaped, they did not hesitate at all. They all mounted their broomsticks again and tried to escape from the woods. escape.

The Aurors finally recovered from the scene that they would never forget. Under the leadership of Scrimgeour, they began to chase and intercept the fleeing Death Eaters.

At this time, Dumbledore walked to Sherlock's side.

Sherlock knelt down weakly on the ground. The wand in his hand had already returned to its original form. Only the blood stains on the wand's body could still tell what kind of feat it had just accomplished.

Opening his eyes with difficulty, Sherlock looked at Dumbledore who was approaching him, with a bright smile on his face at this time.

"What a pity, Professor. I originally wanted to kill him once and leave him with a memory he will never forget."

Dumbledore's voice was as gentle as it had been when they were chatting in the Headmaster's office.

"What you have left to him now is enough to make everyone watching this scene unforgettable in their lifetime."

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