Just a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

Latest website: Sherlock stared at the small boat floating on the lake, thinking.

"He used some kind of magic on this boat, and only one of us could get on it."

When he spoke, Dumbledore had walked to the front of the boat, and he touched the edge of the boat lightly, like a carpenter studying what material the hull was made of.

"Yes, he used magic on this ship, but his magic power was not so strong at that time, or he subconsciously ignored something."

Dumbledore said, and raised the wand in his hand.

"The magic on this ship is limited to adult wizards. Riddle does not despise young wizards under the age of sixteen and other non-human magical creatures. He thinks that such people cannot be found here, so there are loopholes in the restrictions, and We happen to be able to exploit this vulnerability."

As he spoke, he waved his wand.

Just a simple wave and shake, Dumbledore's body has undergone amazing changes.

His entire body shrank rapidly, the black robe transformed into pitch-black feathers on his body, and two seconds later, he turned into a crow.

Dumbledore, who turned into a crow, fluttered his wings lightly and landed on Sherlock's shoulders. He opened his sharp beak and commanded Sherlock with his still old voice.

"Okay, we can go up now, Sherlock. Be careful not to touch the lake on the boat."

Sherlock didn't show much surprise to Dumbledore's otherworldly means of deforming the human body, which he had seen many times before.

Sherlock stepped into the ghost boat, and after he stepped in, the boat automatically began to travel, sliding toward the middle of the lake.

"I can understand being a small animal like a bird, but why did you choose a crow, Professor?" Sherlock asked.

Dumbledore, standing on his shoulders, brought up another matter instead.

"Do you know why Fox is following me?"

"Because...you helped it?"

"Perhaps there is this aspect, but the main reason is the family I came from, and every member of the family has an affinity with the phoenix, which is why a phoenix like Fox who doesn't really like wizards chooses to follow me. You There's a similar affinity for him, Sherlock."

Sherlock touched his forehead involuntarily.

"You mean crow?"

"Yes, in fact, these can be seen from the Patronus Charm or Animagus. You are naturally favored by the crows, and I stand on you like this, which will make the ship's attached Magic is more confusing."

Sherlock muttered silently.

"Being favored by crows, I really don't know if it's a good thing or a bad thing."

At this time, Dumbledore did not continue the topic with him, but stared at the bottom of the lake around the boat, where a few pale figures faintly flashed past.

"They followed us right under the boat."

Of course, Sherlock had already noticed the Infernal corpses that were always following them.

"But they don't seem to have any intention of attacking?"

"Maybe they haven't figured out that we're not Voldemort, or some other order."

It was here that the boat seemed to have collided with some hard object and suddenly stopped moving forward.

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Sherlock stood up and saw a rocky island in the middle of the lake.

The island was about the size of Dumbledore's office, and the rock surface was so smooth that it was obviously not a natural formation.

After walking on the island, Dumbledore changed back to his human form. He and Sherlock looked side by side at a stone platform in the center of the island, on which was placed something like a Pensieve.

They walked to the stone platform and saw the things stored in the stone basin above.

It was a pot full of emerald green liquid, glowing with phosphorescence.

Sherlock frowned at the basin of liquid.

He was not worried about not being able to detect what the liquid was, but even though he had come here, the crescent mark on his left arm still did not react.

Something so obviously wrong made Sherlock feel uneasy.

"Are you sure this is where Voldemort hides his Horcruxes, Professor, there's no chance there's actually something else hidden here that he finds important?"

Dumbledore didn't feel the same sense of crisis as Sherlock, he shook his head.

"What could Voldemort be able to hide so solemnly? With his pride, I can't think of anything other than Horcruxes that would cost him so much energy."

"But it's still not right." Sherlock didn't hide it, and directly stated the source of his unease, "You know that because of the magic left by my mother, I can detect the existence of the Horcrux, but here, the magic did not give Any feedback I have, professor, this is very wrong!"

Dumbledore didn't take Sherlock's words to heart. Looking at the emerald green liquid in the stone basin, he also frowned slightly.

"Perhaps some kind of magic blocked your perception? Like these liquids."

He stretched out his wand, tapped into the stone basin, and then reached out to reach into the liquid, but it seemed like something invisible was blocking it from the outside.

"This liquid cannot be reached, separated, scooped, or drained, or vanished with a vanishing spell, deformed with magic, or otherwise altered."

"It might also cut off the perception your mother left behind."

But Sherlock still felt wrong.

The kind of magic that Sally left on him is due to the soul, and the detection of Horcrux is naturally at the soul level.

And these liquids in the stone basin are entities, no matter how weird they are. How can entities affect the perception of the soul?

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Looking at the liquid in the stone basin, Dumbledore had clearly come up with a solution.

"This should be the last obstruction he designed. Since there is no other way, his thoughts should be obvious."

He waved his wand, and suddenly a goblet appeared in his other hand.

Such a move allowed Sherlock to figure out what he was going to do without even having to guess.

"Wait, Professor..."

However, before Sherlock could finish speaking, Dumbledore interrupted him.

"Don't compete with me on things like this, Sherlock, I'm much older and smarter than you, and I'm much less valuable than you."

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