Just a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

Sherlock's Forgetting Curse is pretty good.

Although he didn't use it much in ordinary times, he spent a lot of time researching and practicing such a spell that was very useful in most situations.

Taking the second Death Eater back into the alley, he went on to find the third Death Eater and deal with him. At this time, it was exactly ten minutes after Rodolphus' appointment.

Rodolphus was returning to their appointed place with another Death Eater.

As they thought at the beginning, for the small village of Badley Barberton, there are very few foreigners, and if any strangers have recently lived in the village, many of the aborigines will Noticed.

The man they had inquired about, who had recently come to live in Badley Barberton, looked very different from Slughorn.

But there are many ways for wizards to change their body and appearance, not to mention that Slughorn is still a potion master who is no less than Snape. He will use his original appearance to appear outside. Weird thing.

"Wait with Amycus and the others. If they don't ask about other outsiders who have recently come to this village, you should go back and inform the master immediately." Rodolphus said calmly.

The Death Eater laughed as he rubbed his hands together.

"Why don't we just grab the old guy and take it to the master, so that we can show that we deserve more credit."

Rodolphus said blankly.

"Do you know that I'm actually far less useful to the master than my wife, and the master still values ​​me?"

The Death Eater thought to himself, it's not because you took advantage of having a good wife, but you didn't have the guts to say it.

"why?"

"Because I have always known that doing what I can do well is the greatest help to the master. For those who think about greed and rashness, think about how many of them will survive."

Rodolphus' voice was gloomy and cold, and when he said these words, his younger brother who had died in the Department of Mysteries couldn't help but come to his mind.

"The task that the master asked us to come here first is to inquire about Slughorn's location without disturbing anyone, and then tell him the specific place. After we find someone, we will do it privately, and we won't be successful. How many rewards will there be, because this is not our task at all, and if we fail, we will have to accept more cruel punishments, how do you think we should do this multiple-choice question?"

The Death Eater shrank his shoulders, and in his mind, it seemed that under the spell of the master, those figures who struggled in pain completely dispelled this thought.

They have come to the place before the separate action, but there is no other person here.

Seeing the empty intersection, Rodolphus subconsciously frowned.

"It's not quite right. In the direction Amycus and the others are going, they can find Muggles much closer than us. Why are we the first to come back?"

His words also aroused the vigilance of his companions. Just as they clenched the wands in their hands and were about to go to the surrounding police circles, countless spells flashed in all directions!

Sherlock didn't chant the spell, although this would further weaken the power of the spell, but with a sufficient amount, it could completely make up for it.

Besides, the other two have already become alert, and if they recite the mantra, it will not have the effect of a sneak attack.

Surrounded by hundreds of wands, Sherlock's attack had no dead ends.

Even if Rodolphus and the others have raised a warning in their hearts, there is no way to avoid it!

The Death Eater, who had been thinking of capturing Slughorn alive, was hit by dozens of petrification spells on the spot, and fell to the ground and lost his combat effectiveness.

And Rodolphus' body actually lit up with red light, and all the petrification spells shot in his direction were blocked!

With the sound of the iron armor shattering, Rodolphus raised his wand without hesitation and uttered the spell.

Gupper

"Apparation!"

There's no shame in deserting teammates and running away, especially if this unique spellcasting method is discovered.

He never thought that he would be Sherlock's opponent, and it was the most important thing to bring the news back to the master.

Voldemort hated Sherlock and went mad after experiencing the failure he just resurrected.

As long as he can bring back the news that Sherlock came out of Hogwarts alone, then Voldemort will not only not punish him, but a great achievement!

But when his spell was uttered, his body only experienced an extremely brief momentary distortion before reappearing in its original position.

Rodolphus was desperate.

This man set up anti-apparition magic here in advance!

Unhurried footsteps rang in his ears, and the wands floating around, like flying insects receiving orders, were neatly arranged behind Sherlock.

Sherlock didn't have a wand in his hand, so he raised his eyebrows with his hands in the pockets of his jeans, and looked at Rodolphus, who was clenching his weapon with trembling hands.

Because Slughorn lived in a Muggle village, Sherlock deliberately didn't wear wizard robes when he came to visit him today, but changed into ordinary Muggle clothes to avoid unnecessary attention.

"Being able to maintain the Iron Armor Charm at all times, if this is in the class of Defense Against the Dark Arts, I will definitely add ten points to your academy."

Sherlock exclaimed without hesitation.

"With such a sense of precaution, your strength is definitely not bad. Come and let me see it."

"when!"

A crisp sound of wood and concrete touching the ground sounded.

Before the tips of the hundreds of wands behind Sherlock lit up with the light of the spell, Rodolphus threw the small wooden stick in his hand to the ground without the slightest hesitation.

He raised his hands, and with just one wandless spell, he avoided the ensuing fight without suspense.

"I surrender!"

......

After Sherlock and Silk left, Slughorn was still sitting at the dining table drinking wine alone.

To tell the truth, he actually wanted to keep this secret hidden from the beginning until he died and was brought into the coffin.

After all, this is not such a glorious thing. If it spreads throughout the magic world, he will definitely be cast aside as the most shameless sinner.

He can hand over his memories, and he doesn't regret it.

Dumbledore, Sally, Lily and today Sherlock, such people are always easy to touch.

And the wizard itself is a sensitive group, and Slughorn is an old man with a sensitive heart.

He poured a glass of wine into the wine glass he had emptied again, and when he was about to take it up, a small piece of paper flapped its wings like a butterfly and flew into his room, and finally landed in front of him.

Slughorn, who had been a little dizzy, suddenly woke up.

After reading the contents of the note, he rushed into the bedroom with a change in his face, and found a suitcase, and then panicked and Apparated away from the hiding spot where he had just lived for a few days.

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