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

Chapter 167
Sherlock's magical talent is very high.

Otherwise, even with the muscle memory of the original owner, it would be impossible to reach this level of magic in such a short period of time if the talent is mediocre.

But even if the talent is outstanding, beyond the level of Dumbledore, you can't just change it when you say it to a very high level, especially a partial soul magic.

This is not a plan that can be completed in a short time, especially since there is no other soul magic to help him understand, the difficulty is obviously higher.

So Sherlock is not in a hurry about this matter, he can only do his best, as for whether there will be a good result in the end, it is up to fate.

After studying soul magic in the hotel for an afternoon, Sherlock walked out of the room, ready to go out for food.

Just as he was going out, a dark-haired young man with a slightly pale complexion came out of the opposite room.

The two looked at each other, then naturally staggered their eyes, and then turned away.

Sherlock didn't pay much attention to the young man he just met. He just regarded it as a passer-by by chance, so he went downstairs to have dinner.

But after Sherlock turned and left, the young man turned his head to look at his back, his brows were frowned with doubts in his eyes, and he murmured a name to himself.

"Amy."

And just as Sherlock left the hotel, above the room where he lived, more than a dozen wizards in black robes gathered in a hotel room.

Almost every one of these wizards had iron masks on their faces, with treacherous patterns carved on them, which made people shudder.

In a corner of the room, there was still a pair of Muggle father and son lying there. Their faces were full of frozen fear, but they had already stopped breathing.

"I hope this is the end of our trip." Bella's hoarse and ups and downs voice sounded in this small guest room, "I have been entangled with this bug for long enough, the master is already impatient! "

The only two present without masks were Bellatrix Lestrange and her husband's brother, Labastan Lestrange.

After Bella's voice fell, a man's voice among the masked Death Eaters said in a muffled voice.

"He can't escape, tonight is the time for him to die here. The key is the arrangement of the Ministry of Magic"

"Very well said, Lucius!" Bella showed a ferocious smile on her face, "This bug has no way to jump around anymore, we kindly let him live long enough. As for the Ministry of Magic The action, at most, will be tomorrow."

Rabastan leaned against the wall, playing with the delicate wand guard at the end of his wand.

"Make it louder, to attract all the eyes of those Aurors."

"How about blowing up this building?" a voice behind a mask asked loudly.

In the quiet room, there was a burst of ear-piercing laughter.

Bella licked her blood-red lips, her eyes shone with excitement and strange light.

"You just joined us, and you're not used to our style, Goyle. It's just a building, and it's not big enough. I'm going to kill the whole street, all the Muggles!"

The dinner was not delicious. Sherlock has always been not very interested in British food. When he has nothing to do, he will cook some simple Chinese food at home. Now he can only deal with things outside.

After eating, he didn't go back to the hotel immediately, but casually walked around the street where Aurors were patrolling, and then walked towards the hotel.

It was eight o'clock, and the sky was completely dark. Because of the economic downturn, there was basically no nightlife in Sheffield. They all returned home early, thinking about how to make a living tomorrow.

Just when Sherlock came to the front of the hotel, he, who was originally in a relaxed mood, suddenly raised his head.

He looked at the hotel lobby, and there was no one there. The front desk, which was always on duty before, was empty now!
Sherlock frowned, obviously noticing something was wrong.

This hotel can't be said to be the best in Sheffield, but it's not a small hotel. There are not a few guests who check in and check out every day. It is definitely a problem that it is so deserted that there is no front desk.

He dissipated his control magic, as long as it is within ten meters, even through a wall, he can observe the surrounding scene in an alternative way.

He soon discovered that the Muggles who stayed on the second floor before had all disappeared now, and it seemed as if everyone in the entire hotel had completely disappeared within an hour or so of his meal, and he was the only one left. .

Because there was no one there, the surroundings seemed unusually quiet, and the sound of Sherlock's footsteps was very noticeable in the hotel lobby. Such a weird scene was absolutely impossible to be a prank on a Muggle TV station, or some tricky show.

There is only one spell in the wizarding world that can produce this effect.

Muggle Repelling Curse!

Sherlock eased his steps and slowly walked up the stairs, and the scope of controlling magic was constantly expanding to new areas as he moved.

Soon, he finally found traces of human activities in this building.

It was a room on the second floor, the specific location was opposite to the room where Sherlock lived, and the person living in it was the pale black-haired young man he met when he went out.

Sherlock remained calm, he continued to go up the stairs, and when he came to the corner of the first floor and the second floor, he found other people.

There were a lot of people this time, and by controlling the unique perception of magic, he could clearly "see" those wizards in black robes and grim iron masks on their faces.

And lying on the floor, the bodies of the two Muggle father and son who had been frozen.

At the same time, Sherlock also saw Bella's face.

He knew that face. In the Daily Prophet at this time, her picture had been printed on the front page countless times.

The number one general of the Dark Lord's subordinates is known throughout the wizarding world for her cruelty and viciousness. Now that Voldemort has seldom made a move, she has instead become the lunatic that everyone fears!
The moment he saw Bella, Sherlock had already made a judgment on this group of people.

All the dozen or so wizards in this room are Death Eaters!
Because mastering magic will make his whole body tired if he uses it for a long time, so Sherlock generally does not use it to detect the surroundings in real time when it is not necessary.

It turned out that the Muggle hotel where I lived was actually the place where the Death Eaters chose to stay, and it was right above my room!

But then Sherlock frowned slightly.

The Death Eaters lurking in this hotel obviously don't know how to use the Muggle Repelling Charm to drive away all the Muggles in this building.

These followers of Voldemort did not treat Muggles as human beings at all, but as lambs that could be slaughtered wantonly, so how could they consider the safety of the flock, and even wished to kill more.

So the only one who can use the expulsion spell on this hotel is the black-haired young man who lives across the door from his room.

He should be the target of these Death Eaters this time.

Sherlock paused at the corner of the stairs, narrowing his eyes as he recalled the overheard message from Moody.

In the Welsh battle a month ago, besides four Aurors who died on the Ministry of Magic side, there was another Auror who was suspected to have defected to the Dark Lord.

But Moody didn't seem to believe this. The wizard named "Eddie" in his mouth didn't seem to be a person who would betray easily.

Could that dark-haired youth be the Eddie the Aurors were looking for?
The Death Eaters were also targeting him?
Wasn't he a traitor to the Ministry?

Why did he use the Muggle Repelling Charm?

After these four questions rose in Sherlock's mind, he quickly answered them himself.

Now the wizards in the entire hotel, besides himself, are the Death Eaters and the black-haired youth.

If there is no firm goal, it is almost impossible for those pure-blood believers who have extreme contempt for Muggles to stay in a Muggle hotel.

Of course, their target cannot be themselves. Sherlock is completely unknown in the magic world at this time, and it is not worthwhile for the Death Eaters to dispatch so many people to take care of him like this.

Then it could only be this black-haired youth.

With the answer to the second question in the affirmative, the first and third questions also naturally have answers. It is impossible for the Death Eaters to spend a lot of time in ambush here, and it is definitely not the Death Eaters' own people.

If it is not one of the Death Eaters, then there is a great possibility that this person is "Eddie".

The suspected Auror named "Eddie" did not betray as the Ministry of Magic had heard. Instead, he had been escaping from the Death Eaters.

But why didn't he go back to the Ministry of Magic and explain?
As long as he could go back, wouldn't the rumors of so-called betrayal be self-defeating and he would be protected?
Sherlock couldn't figure out the answer to this question for the time being, but he could guess the third question.

Not himself, not a Death Eater, the Muggle Repelling Curse could only have been used by the dark-haired youth.

He didn't want the ensuing fight to involve the Muggles in the hotel, so how did he know there was going to be one?
Unless he already knew that the Death Eaters were ambushing here, he would have prepared in advance!

Sherlock's frown gradually relaxed, and he walked slowly on the spot, thinking about how he should make a choice under such a situation.

After a while, he made up his mind and no longer stopped the sound of his footsteps. Instead, he walked up to the second floor openly, and the clear footsteps echoed in the empty corridor.

He glanced at the locked door of the room where the black-haired youth was, then opened the door and walked into his room.

The control of magic has been put away by Sherlock. He must maintain his state and be prepared to deal with the battle that may happen at any time.

As time passed, the streets outside gradually became quieter, and the night gradually enveloped the city completely.

There is no night sky in the sky. As a famous industrial city in the UK, Sheffield is no less polluted than London. The sky above the city has long been covered by gray smog.

Sherlock just lay quietly on the bed, waiting for about four hours.

When the time came to midnight, there was a slight movement from upstairs.

Immediately, Sherlock quietly sat up from the bed, and more than 50 wands that had been taken out of his pockets scattered in the room.

Mastering magic controls the wand, and at the same time completes the visitation of all objects within a radius of ten meters.

He "saw" that the Death Eaters who had been hiding upstairs were divided into three groups. One group rode broomsticks to block the window sill of the black-haired youth, while the other two groups surrounded the door of the room from both sides of the corridor. .

At the same time, anti-apparition magic was used from four Death Eaters, and they blocked the entire street, making all apparition and apparition ineffective!

However, under Sherlock's observation, the room where the black-haired youth was located was empty at this time, leaving only a few small balls on the ground and a suitcase on the bed.

According to the agreed time, the Death Eaters forced their way in through the window and the door together. The moment they broke the door, as if they had touched some mechanism, those small circles suddenly started rolling!
White smoke quickly filled the entire room. Just as the Death Eaters lost their sight, the black suitcase was suddenly opened!
There was a piercing scream, and a long, snake-like creature with feathers on its body and a pair of wings on its back was getting out of the suitcase and quickly grew in size, and soon its body filled the room Everywhere in the room, fiercely attacking the intruders who broke into the room!
"He's not here! There's a bird-snake here!"

"Get out! Get out! This mist is mixed with living hell potion!"

"Damn it! He knows we still have the means to track him down!"

Chaotic shouts sounded outside the door, those Death Eaters were completely unaware of these unexpected situations, and escaped from the room full of poisonous gas and already infested by birds and snakes.

"Rabastan! Find him! Quick!" Sherlock heard Bella scream.

A wizard said in a panic.

"Disappeared! He removed our spell!"

"Impossible! That magic cannot be erased so quickly by himself!"

"But it's gone, I can't find him!"

"You trash! You idiot! Immediately lead someone to blow up this street! Bring all the Aurors here!"

The Death Eaters quickly lifted off from the hotel on broomsticks, and violent explosions rang out everywhere!

Sherlock frowned, he didn't understand the last words of these Death Eaters.

Why do you have to attract all the Aurors when you lose your follow?

The chaos outside had already begun, and countless people who had fallen asleep were awakened by the deafening explosion, but Sherlock did not move.

Because under his magical perception, a figure returned to the hotel after the Death Eaters left, walked to his door, and knocked lightly on the door
"Dong dong dong."

(End of this chapter)