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

Chapter 342 Chase Battle
The half-hillside that has become quiet again.

The trembling Peter took over from the hands of the black-robed Death Eater, Voldemort who, after taking the first look, would no longer make people want to look at him a second time.

He gently put the thing that could not be called a living thing into the calm liquid like stagnant water in the crucible.

With a "hissing" sound, Voldemort sank, and even the Death Eaters standing around could hear the soft sound of its limp body touching the bottom of the cauldron.

The black-robed Death Eater who was holding Voldemort before gently raised his wand.

His body was trembling, and even his voice was trembling.

"The bones of the father, donated unintentionally, can make your son regenerate!"

The ground where Sherlock was standing was suddenly cracked, and in the crack, a small wisp of dust rose into the air in response to the Death Eater's call, and then gently fell into the cauldron.

The originally calm liquid suddenly boiled, and the color of the potion turned into a bright blue, giving people an unusual feeling.

The Death Eater still didn't stop. He drew a long, thin dagger from the black cloak, and his voice became more trembling and sobbing.

"Your servant's flesh, donated voluntarily, can bring your master back to life!"

"puff!"

This is the sound of warm blood bursting into the air, and at the same time, there is a desolate scream.

The unknown Death Eater chopped off his own arm, and the severed arm also fell into the blue liquid, and the liquid changed color again in an instant, turning fiery red.

The death eater, who had lost his arm, gasped in pain as he continued to chant the last incantation.

"The blood of your enemy, compelled to sacrifice, may resurrect your enemy!"

The glass bottle containing Sherlock's blood was opened, and the scarlet liquid inside was also poured into the cauldron.

In the next second, the color of the liquid in the crucible turned into dazzling white!

The dozen or so Death Eaters who were kneeling on the knees here all pressed their heads deeply to the ground, and no one dared to look directly at the Dark Lord who was about to be reborn.

The Death Eater who lost his arm completed a whole set of resurrection procedures, and now he fell powerlessly beside the cauldron, while Peter curled up in an inconspicuous corner.

His status among the Death Eaters plummeted after he was discovered transformed into a werewolf.

Voldemort never thought that he had found his weakest self, and he had been taking care of him so far, showing his ruthlessness to the extreme.

After a burst of boiling gurgling, the white liquid immediately turned into a black velvet-like color.

Water vapor permeated around the crucible, and it didn't take long for a slender, thin figure to stand up from the huge crucible.

The man was as thin as a skeleton, and that cold and shrill voice came out of the water vapor.

"Put the robe on me."

Immediately, a Death Eater with an iron mask stepped forward, and put a prepared black robe on his master.

Skinny and bony, but still looking tall, the man stepped out of the cauldron, stepped out of the filled water vapor, and revealed his true face.

Skin paler than a skeleton, two big blood-red eyes, and a nose as flat as a snake with only two slits for nostrils.

Voldemort is back!

And at the same time, on the path a mile away from where Voldemort was resurrected, Sherlock was running wildly with Cedric in his arms.

"What the hell! How big is the anti-apparition magic they set up? Why hasn't it escaped yet?"

Cedric, who was held under Sherlock's arms like a cargo, looked up at the group of Death Eaters who were still chasing them in the air.

"Professor, I think they are likely to spread the anti-apparition magic while chasing us. As long as we don't run as fast as them, we will never be able to escape."

"md, f**k! Shenfeng Wuying!"

Sherlock has been constantly building new iron armor spells to defend against the spells that keep shooting at him like a rain of lasers, but he has not forgotten to find the right time to sprinkle a large piece of cold knives into the sky .

Then he smoothly switched Cedric from under the left armpit to the right armpit, saving effort.

The reason why Sherlock ran with Cedric between them was of course not because Cedric was exhausted and unable to run.

As a Ravenclaw Seeker and an excellent Quidditch player, Cedric's physical fitness is among the best among his peers, not much worse than Sherlock.

This is only because Voldemort gave these Death Eaters an order to kill Cedric and capture Sherlock.

These Death Eaters used death-killing curses on Cedric without exception. Even with the Iron Armor Curse, they couldn't stop them at all, and there were so many enemies that he had no room to dodge at all.

In order to protect his safety, Sherlock could only choose to block himself in front of him like this.

Fortunately, Cedric's body was cast with enough levitation spells, so that Sherlock would not have to strenuously clamp it, and his running speed would not slow down much.

With Voldemort's order, these Death Eaters would not kill Sherlock. They have fled for a mile, and there is still no killing curse flying towards him.

Those red spells are basically stun spells, petrification spells, and binding spells, not even disarming spells.

Because the group of hundreds of wands surrounding Sherlock looked a little shocking, the Death Eaters couldn't be sure that even if a disarming spell hit Sherlock, they simply disarmed the one in his hand. What is the use of the wand?

Cedric's analysis was well-founded, which made Sherlock swear when he fought back.

But now no one will hold him accountable for swearing in front of the students. If it weren't for the lack of words, even Cedric himself would want to swear a few words.

Sherlock's counterattack had little effect. After a period of chasing battle, these Death Eaters were roughly familiar with his attack methods and rhythm. Dozens of sharp strikes were released without a trace, but only a few Death Eaters Blood spouted from his body.

The next moment after the counterattack ended, Sherlock didn't even have a chance to catch his breath, and immediately cast the Iron Armor Curse on himself again.

"Even if we can't escape the range of the anti-apparition magic, we still have to run outside! They keep casting spells, and such obvious magic fluctuations will eventually be noticed by the Ministry of Magic. As long as we can persist until we are proud When Luo finds that the situation is wrong and brings someone here, it will be considered a success!"

(End of this chapter)