Just a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

Silk had no intention of forcing him to stay.

She knew Sherlock's strength, and if he alone could not solve the problem, the result would still be the same if she was added to it.

And this bottle of memory really cannot have any mistakes.

She reached for the glass bottle and whispered before leaving.

"I'll wait for you in Hogsmeade."

Sherlock slowly pulled out his wand without making a sound, but gave her an OK gesture.

After Silk left, he moved in the direction where a Death Eater left. They acted separately, creating a good opportunity for Sherlock to defeat them one by one.

With the control of magic, such a dark and windy night is the best time for him to take action.

He soon found the Death Eater who had quietly arrived in front of a Muggle house in the field.

This is the same Amycus who had a verbal conflict with Rodolphus before.

This wizard also has a sister. The two were notorious in the wizarding world before they officially became Death Eaters. Everyone knew that the Carrow brothers and sisters were a pair of dark wizards with no bottom line.

After becoming Death Eaters and having Voldemort as their leader, they became even more unscrupulous.

After being captured that year, the entire Wizengamot wizards voted in favor and agreed to sentence them to life imprisonment in Azkaban.

This is already the highest criminal law in the magical world.

Staring at the wooden door in front of him, Amycus had a cruel look in his eyes.

He was currently filled with anger and had nowhere to vent it. His method of interrogating Muggles later would definitely not be that simple, so he had to vent the anger aroused by Rodolphus.

Just as he took out his wand, his other hand without the wand was already placed in front of the door, ready to knock on the door.

Behind him were a dozen wands with the same appearance and length, floating quietly behind his head like ghosts, with the tips of all wands pointed at him.

Amycus was just about to knock on the door when an imperceptible voice suddenly sounded behind him.

"Everything is petrified."

The sound was not very close to him, at least five meters away, so the first thought that came to Amycus's mind was to roll to the side to avoid it!

However, before he could even think of this idea, more than a dozen spells hit his back with huge impact!

As if being hit by a heavy hammer, Amycus flew towards the door in front of him. Then with a loud impact, his body became as stiff and powerless as a stone statue. fell to the ground.

"Who?"

The Muggles in the house obviously heard the noise, said hello, and were about to walk out of the house.

Sherlock didn't stop at all. He directly used control magic to control Amycus's completely frozen body and left here quietly.

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The door was opened, and a middle-aged Muggle with a beard peeked out from behind the door. After seeing no one, he muttered dissatisfiedly and closed the door again. Returned to the house.

Shylock took Amycus to the place where he and Hilke stayed before.

This is a remote alley. Even in broad daylight, few people will pass by, let alone at night. It is a very suitable place for hiding people.

Although his body was restricted from moving, Amycus's eyes and mind were not petrified. Only after he was hit by the spell and fell to the ground did he see the dozen wands floating behind him.

Then he became desperate inside.

Sherlock's spellcasting method is not a secret. At least among the Death Eaters, Voldemort made every one of his men remember Sherlock's face and his unique technique of controlling the wand to use spells through the air.

Even the Death Eaters who later escaped from Azkaban knew that their master had been stabbed through the heart by a young professor at Hogwarts the night after he was resurrected.

The name Sherlock Forrest has long been deeply engraved in the hearts of every Death Eater.

Just like no wizard in the British wizarding world, except Dumbledore, thinks he can defeat Voldemort.

No one among the Death Eaters would think that they could defeat Sherlock, who had defeated Voldemort head-on.

Except for crazy people like Bella, no one would think of meeting Sherlock or Dumbledore.

Unfortunately, Amycus fell into Shylock's hands tonight.

His eyes were filled with death, but Sherlock didn't even look at him. After throwing him into the alley, he turned around and walked quickly in the direction where he remembered the other Death Eater.

The time they agreed on was 10 minutes. Of course, it was impossible for Sherlock to deal with all five people separately within 10 minutes.

But as long as he solves two or three of them, even if the remaining people understand and discover the problem, it will not cause him any trouble.

The only thing he had to pay attention to was that he had to act quickly so as not to give the Death Eaters any chance to issue a warning, otherwise the remaining people would be alerted in advance.

As they gathered together, Sherlock was certainly not afraid. He was mainly worried that someone would escape tonight.

According to his plan, none of the five people who came to this village could leave.

The residential area in the village was not large, and he found the whereabouts of the second Death Eater in his own territory not long after walking in the direction in which one of the Death Eaters left in his memory.

This Death Eater's appearance was somewhat unfamiliar to Sherlock. He had already knocked on the door of a Muggle home. He had just completed the soul-stealing control and was inquiring about Slughorn's whereabouts.

Before the Muggle could answer, Sherlock repeated his old trick and the spell hit him directly.

The Death Eater fell to the ground weakly, and the Imperius Curse he cast on the Muggles was automatically contacted. The fat middle-aged woman first looked at the scene in front of her with a blank expression. Two seconds later she A look of horror appeared on her face, and when she was about to scream with her eyes closed, Sherlock's wand was already pointed at her.

"Everything is forgotten."

The fat woman opened her eyes again, her eyes became dull, and she stood there blankly, watching Sherlock take away the petrified Death Eater.

After a while, she would wake up on her own, forget why she was standing here, and then return to the house to continue sleeping while wondering if her memory had declined due to age.