It's just a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

Chapter 111 Greater Interests
The stun spell struck from behind, Fu Rong had no time to react, she was hit by the spell directly, and fainted on the ground on the spot.

"Krael" sneered and walked to the side of Furong who was on the ground, and the head of the whole person had a terrifying change.

"Her" face is distorted like plasticine, the facial features are mixed together, and then quickly reshaped, and the hair is also changing color length and curly radian.

In just a few seconds, the entire face of "her" changed drastically, and finally it was fixed on the face of a man.

It was the wizard Jonathan who was suspected by Furong on Changxiang Street yesterday and had something to do with the loss of his wand!

"Smelly bitch, it took me a lot of effort to catch you."

At this moment, Jonathan didn't have the slightest honesty before. He cursed and was about to reach out to lift Fleur up.

Under his feet, the tender grass suddenly turned into vines like swimming snakes, spreading up from his calf at an extremely fast speed.

By the time he realized something was wrong, the vines had spread to his waist, and before he could raise his wand, they had bound him tightly like a zongzi.

Sherlock removes his Disillusionment Charm in front of a tree.

Since he became more and more proficient in the use of transfiguration, he didn't like to use spells directly when attacking.

No matter what kind of offensive spell it is, petrification spell, stun spell or disarming spell, the basic steps are chanting the spell and swinging the staff.

Even if you have a relatively high level of mastery of this type of spell, you can use a silent spell without affecting the power of the spell. It will take a while for the wand to swing and the spell to hit the target.

For sneak attackers, mistakes may occur even in a short period of time.

The technical requirements are higher, but the more practical transformation technique will not have this concern.

As long as it is within the reach of magic power, Transfiguration can directly apply effects on objects to change substances.

Moreover, most of the spells of Transfiguration can be omitted after they are practical and proficient, and will not affect the final deformation effect (Transformation has spells, but those spells are more abstract because they are transliterated).

So Jonathan has no room for resistance at all.

"You are a brave thief who steals the wand." Sherlock walked to Jonathan's side and picked up his wand.

Jonathan glared at Sherlock fiercely.

"When did you discover the flaw?"

Sherlock said while letting go of part of the vines on his body, and took out a bag from his pocket.

"Yesterday on Long Lane Street, your necklace and tattoo are very unique, I remember I saw it somewhere, can you tell me about it?"

He opened the bag found on Jonathan's body, which had obviously been cast with the No Trace Stretching Charm.

It is illegal in any Ministry of Magic to use this spell on something that is not authorized.

Because normal wizards have no way to determine whether the traceless stretching spell they use is reliable. If something goes wrong, it is easy to happen that the things placed inside are directly squeezed out by the space, hurting the wizard himself or people around him.

In the expanded bag, Sherlock found about 50 wands.

They were placed in five wooden boxes with ten pieces in each box, and there should be the one that Furong lost before.

Hearing where Sherlock discovered the problem, Jonathan immediately sneered.

"You don't know that symbol? It seems that not many people still remember the lord who swept the entire European magic world and almost changed the whole world by himself."

"Oh? That lord?" Sherlock tilted his head and thought for a while, "Could it be that lord whose head can catch fire?"

Jonathan was stunned by his words.

"What head is on fire?"

"Sorry, sorry, I'm crossing the stage, you continue to talk." He waved his hand to signal that he didn't have to care so much, and then put the wooden boxes that stored the wands on the ground one by one.

Jonathan scowled.

"I advise you not to meddle in your own business and let me go. I am a saint!"

"Saint?" The term Sherlock finally recalled some impressions, he touched his chin and recalled the records in the history of magic, "It seems to be a wizarding organization that was very active in the early twentieth century, the leader is Grindelwald ? The man who was known as the Dark Lord before You-Know-Who?"

"Since you know, you should know whether you can provoke it!" Jonathan threatened.

Sherlock shrugged.

"I admit that Lord Grindelwald's ambition is much nobler than that of his next generation, but this does not prevent him from becoming history. He seems to be still locked up in Austria, right?"

"And judging by your youthful appearance, shouldn't you be a remnant left over from his era, a self-absorbed wild fan?"

"From what history book, I saw Grindelwald's deeds and the logo of the Saints Organization, and I fantasized that I could join them? Don't you think that people like them would want a thief who stole a wand?"

Sherlock's words made Jonathan blush, obviously talking about his pain, he growled angrily.

"What do you know! Wands are the most noble art in the world! Especially the wands used by outstanding wizards are the essence of all magic! You vulgar wizards don't understand such art at all!"

Sherlock blinked. Although he had already guessed that this person was a thief who was extremely fond of wands, he did not expect him to be so paranoid.

But also, without such mad love, how could he have the audacity to impersonate Nicolas and trick so many brilliant young wizards from their wands?
"Speaking of which, since you like wands so much, why did you attack Fleur? You are so daring?" Sherlock asked suspiciously.

He didn't expect Jonathan to tell the truth, but he didn't expect that the other party had no intention of hiding it.

he sneered.

"The price of a mixed-race Veela on the black market is much higher than the price of a pure Veela! If a high-quality product like her is still a baby, as long as there are suitable channels, it is not impossible to sell for six figures. Possibly poof!"

Before Jonathan finished speaking, he flew out in the air!
Sherlock's face was as cold as frost, and he withdrew the kicked foot, and walked to Jonathan who rolled several meters on the ground again after falling to the ground.

"It turns out that you are also a part-time human trafficker."

Jonathan's face was kicked firmly by Sherlock's kick, and blood was pouring out of his nose and mouth, bleeding all over his face, looking extremely miserable.

But now he is still in the mood to laugh, and even sarcastically said.

"What? You think I'm disgusting? As long as you have lofty ideals, so what if you use the worst means to achieve them?"

"Know what Lord Grindelwald's motto is?" "For the greatest good!" "This is a sentence that a person like you who thinks you are very noble will never understand!"

Sherlock stepped directly on his face, causing Jonathan to let out a miserable wail.

"It's really disgusting to say this sentence from someone like you! Even if I have only read a little bit of history, I know that the "greatest interest" in Grindelwald's mouth has never been It is not his personal interests, but the interests of all wizards in the entire magic world."

"For your own ridiculous desires, you use such a sentence as an excuse for yourself to strive for in your life. I find you really funny."

"I want to say sorry, I was wrong before. You are not a wild fan of the saints at all, you should be their black fan, and you are specially recruiting them in their name."

Jonathan's wailing gradually became weaker, and Sherlock muttered there alone for a long time without seeing any response from him.

After lifting his feet, he realized that the bridge of his nose seemed to be broken by himself, and he passed out from the pain.

He stared at Jonathan's face, with blood, snot and tears streaming everywhere, and curled his lips.

"It's really cheap for you to pass out like this."

Sherlock walked up to Fleur, making sure she was just passed out and unharmed, then turned his gaze to her right hand.

That hand was clenched tightly, and blood-red crystals could still be vaguely seen from between the fingers.

Sherlock shook his head and smiled.

This little girl is quite persistent.

Just as he levitated Jonathan and Fleur with magic, he was about to lead them out of the woods.

Suddenly a bright red spell shot out of the corner and hit Sherlock!
In an instant, Sherlock's wand, as well as the more than 50 wands he put away and put in the cloth bag, were all forcibly thrown out and scattered to a place three meters away from Sherlock!

An ugly goblin staggered and came out from the corner of the bush. It pointed its fingers at Sherlock and said viciously.

"Don't move."

With a calm expression, Sherlock raised both of his hands, and gave a military salute as the Romans did, indicating that he was not threatening.

"I thought Harry had you dealt with."

The goblin seemed to be in poor condition. He walked to Jonathan's side in a chaotic pace to check his condition. At the same time, he cast a binding spell on Sherlock, binding him with the rope conjured by the spell.

"Your student's stun spell sucks!"

Sherlock raised an eyebrow in Harry's defense.

"He's only in the third grade at the beginning of school. You can't force him too much. If you can use it and have an effect, you are already very talented."

Looking at his companion who was in a physical coma and couldn't be awakened by magic at all, the goblin grabbed Jonathan through gritted teeth, and Fleur walked to Sherlock's side.

"Are you going to take all three of us?"

"Shut up! You disgusting wizard!"

"Well, in the aesthetics of your race, I should indeed be considered the disgusting type."

Shrugging, Sherlock looked behind the busy goblin, who had already floated out of thin air, and dozens of wand tips aimed at his wand group.

He blinked and said the spell softly.

"It's all petrified."

　The fourth update is over, with more than 3000 words, and my arms are tired and numb.

　　You said that the update speed like an eagle, does he have to have a pair of iron arms?
　　
　
(End of this chapter)