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

Chapter 247 What Sherlock Fears

The dim yellow light was not swallowed by the endless darkness around it.

That ray of light is like a floating lantern sampan floating in the sea. Although it is conspicuous, it is in danger of being swallowed by the sea at any time.

But Sherlock didn't take it lightly at this time. He knew that the broken kerosene lamp was not a lamp sampan that could be knocked over by a wave, but a deep-sea anglerfish hidden in the sea, always ready to open its sharp teeth to hunt!
All the wands floating around him had quietly aimed at the place where the kerosene lamp was lit.

A strange voice that seemed to be screaming and suppressed suddenly sounded in the darkness.

"You~! Destroyed it!"

The question was endless, but Sherlock didn't even think for a few seconds before figuring out what it was talking about.

"You mean the locket?" He said coldly, "It's really unfortunate that it was indeed destroyed in my hands."

The kerosene lamp was shaking slightly, as if being blown by the wind.

Two scarlet rays of light lit up in the darkness, and the escapee who had left Azkaban very early stared closely at Sherlock.

"Sherlock~! You~ are not him! You are not him! But you~ are not afraid!"

When it first uttered these words in the goblin's basement last year, Sherlock already knew that this scarecrow representing fear had seen through what he was most afraid of at that time.

It's not mind reading like Legilimency, but it's even more unreasonable than mind reading.

Just like the low-level black magic creature Boggart in the magic world, he can see through the person or thing most feared by the wizard without limit. As a more advanced Federic, he is only stronger than Boggart in this respect.

It's just that Boggart's method of intimidating others is to directly become that thing, and Federico uses words to reveal the secrets that people are most afraid of being told.

There is no way to compare who is stronger and who is weaker in terms of performance, but in terms of combat power alone, Fiddlesticks will definitely crush a hundred Boggarts!
For the straw man with a lantern and a sickle in one hand, the kerosene lamp is only one of his abilities. To truly reap life, it depends on the sickle in his hand that looks like a god of death!

The other party didn't intend to fight directly when they came up, but to talk about some other topics, and Sherlock naturally enjoyed it.

"This proves that you still can't cultivate well. I'm not afraid of you saying these words at all."

While he was talking, he was also slowly moving forward, getting closer to the lit light bit by bit.

Anyone else would think Sherlock's response was provocative, but the straw man named Fiddlesticks didn't ignore it.

Those scarlet eyes were still looking at the darkness where Sherlock was. It seemed to be able to see something deeply hidden, and had already seen something unusual.

"Your fears have changed~you are afraid of other things~you are afraid~you are afraid~"

Its voice suddenly stopped, and then the tone suddenly changed, and the voice of a boy who was in the period of changing his voice suddenly sounded in this space.

"It's okay Professor, you have helped me a lot, it doesn't matter if I die now, thank you, Professor Forrest"

Immediately afterwards, a voice that was also a boy, but with a small voice, sounded extremely timid.

"I'm scared of Professor. I'm really scared. Professor Forrest, am I going to die here?"

A trembling, crying girl's voice sounded.

"They're all dead! Harry, Ron, Neville, Seamus, Lavender, Parvati, is it all because of you? Professor? Did you kill them?"

An extremely old, full of wisdom, plain and humorous voice sounded.

"People always have to face this step, Sherlock. Aha, why do you show that look? Don't worry, I didn't attribute the fault to you, and you don't want to bear too much pressure yourself, I just But to start another great journey, which is a good thing, isn't it?"

An old female voice who was usually harsh and harsh, but now showing all her tenderness, sounded.

"I'm happiest when I see your growth. There is nothing better than this, don't be sad, kid, don't be sad, may Sally bless you"

All kinds of voices rang out, boys and girls' voices, one after another, either cursing, scolding, complaining, or comforting.

Every sentence is a gift at the time of parting in life.

Sherlock didn't move, he stopped moving forward, and stood there quietly, listening to these words with a blank expression.

He didn't miss every sentence, and he could tell who the owner of the words should be.

And the last voice didn't complain or comfort, nor curse or praise, the ethereal female voice just said something in a feeble but heartfelt happy voice.

"Nice to meet you, John."

All the sounds stopped abruptly.

The darkness returned to silence, and the expression on Sherlock's face didn't change at all, just like this, his eyes were staring unblinkingly at the light that seemed to be far away, but seemed to be within reach by walking two steps forward.

The roaring and suppressed voice broke the silence again.

"You are afraid of these~ Sherlock!"

Sherlock gently raised his hand, and countless wands in the darkness rose simultaneously with his movements.

"Perhaps you're right, I'm really afraid of something like this happening." His voice was very soft, just like the breeze blowing at night, "but so what? It's because of fear that I appear here , that’s why I chose to stay at Hogwarts all the time, as a professor of defense, which I’m not really interested in.”

"I never feel ashamed to be afraid of something. Since I am afraid of it, let it not happen."

Although he didn't change his tone or expression, Fiddlesticks' words still had an impact on Sherlock's state of mind.

He suddenly felt bored with the slow exploration of the original plan, so he simply released the big move directly.

Two hundred wands dancing together in the dark!
"Call God for protection."

The silver radiance pierced through the surrounding darkness the moment the spell exited!

It's like there are countless thin silvery white lines on a piece of black paper, so obvious in the silence!
Hundreds of crows formed together in the weaving of silver light threads, illuminating this darkest room like daytime!

(End of this chapter)