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Chapter 343 Cedric is a Crow's Mouth

What Sherlock said made sense.

But Cedric, caught under his arm and struggling to breathe, had a question.

"But what you said, Professor, the premise is that only the people above are chasing us. Just now I heard the name of the person you called out. He-he is. The mysterious person? If he shot himself."

Sherlock cut him off decisively.

"Shut your crow's mouth! There is absolutely no such possibility. If he really has the ability to come and kill us, he would have chased us from the beginning. He has planned so much just to catch Harry to this place, for sure He wanted to use him to restore his own strength, and now that Harry hasn't come, his plan has failed."

Even though he said so, after Sherlock's analysis, Cedric still shuddered inexplicably. language.

"Well, Professor, you are right, it is impossible for the mysterious person to come here in person..."

However, just after his words fell, the half of the sky behind them suddenly became dark.

The black mist covered the earth, like thick ink falling into water, continuously spreading toward Sherlock and the others, and then all the darkness fell in front of Sherlock, blocking his way.

After his resurrection, Voldemort, whose power had returned to its peak, condensed in the darkness, and all the black mist gathered into his body, and finally he held his wand like this, with a cold expression on his noseless face. Smiling, staring into Sherlock's eyes.

Having released a lot of magic, Sherlock, who had consumed most of his strength, stopped. He tried his best to breathe slowly, and looked at Voldemort without any hesitation.

The Death Eaters in the sky also stopped attacking Sherlock. They controlled the broomsticks to land one after another, surrounded Sherlock in the middle, and dozens of wands were all aimed at him.

More than a dozen transparent armor curses on Sherlock's body were still flashing, and the wand floating around him was swimming irregularly. He took the time to glance down at Cedric, and cursed in a low voice.

"You crow's mouth is really right!"

Cedric lowered his head in shame. He felt that it might indeed be his responsibility, so he decided to keep his mouth shut from now on and stop talking nonsense.

Voldemort didn't pay any attention to Sherlock's small movements, his scarlet eyes showed playfulness, and his pale and slender fingers gently stroked the body of his wand.

"Sherlock Forrest, you really look like your mother."

Sherlock didn't speak, he was trying to find a way to escape from such a near-death situation, and he didn't have the mood to talk to Voldemort who had regained his life and seemed to be full of emotion.

"She planned to assassinate me back then, and she almost succeeded." Voldemort's voice was still so cold and sharp.

"Who would have thought that she would use that method. Fortunately, even if she took part of her soul into it, she still couldn't make up for it."

Hearing what he said, Sherlock couldn't help but sneered.

"If she really didn't affect you at all, why did you insist on killing me yourself? You are just a stronger wizard, and you really think you are invincible?"

When he said this, the wands floating beside him also started to move, but the target was not those Death Eaters, let alone Voldemort in front of him, but Cedric who was caught under his arm .

Without the sound of the incantation, the transfiguration technique launched by more than a dozen magic wands has already played a role.

Cedric's body began to shrink slowly, and his appearance gradually lost its human shape. Finally, after four or five seconds, he turned into an insect and fell into Sherlock's pocket.

No matter what happens next, it will be a fierce battle. He has no extra energy to take care of Cedric's safety, so he can only temporarily transform him and hide it on himself.

Sherlock's level of transfiguration is not as high as that of Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall. Although temporary body deformation is not as time-consuming and laborious as Animagus, and it is extremely difficult and dangerous, it requires him to concentrate.

He didn't have time to use it when he escaped, but now that he has taken out this part of the gap, he can finally guarantee Cedric's safety.

At least before Sherlock dies, he won't die in front of his professor.

Facing Sherlock's actions, Voldemort did not interrupt him. This was not because he was a gentleman, but because he was very interested in Sherlock's method of casting spells with multiple wands.

"Of course I don't feel that I am really invincible. Although there are not many ways to hurt me in this world, they still exist."

"The way you use your soul is left to you by your mother?"

It can be regarded as temporarily solving the cumbersome Sherlock, Cedric, and has adjusted his state.

The wand floating beside him spread out like a hedgehog, with the tip of the wand facing outwards, sealing a semicircle, and Sherlock himself pointed the wand in his hand at Voldemort.

"If you want to learn, I can use actual combat to teach you now."

Voldemort stretched out his hand and stopped the Death Eaters who were about to move around.

He stared at Sherlock.

"How long has it been since anyone dared to stand in front of me and talk like this? I read your profile, and you seem to be a Ravenclaw graduate? Maybe that stupid hat should make a new choice and send you to that whole world It's the academy for pompous idiots."

"I won't let my subordinates take action." He pointed to his head, "She is looking at you now, and I will kill her last spiritual support in front of her, so that The so-called bravery of you mother and son has become useless!"

With Voldemort's words, the Death Eaters around him slowly lowered their wands. Even if some of them secretly slandered their master's insanity, no one would treat Sherlock again. shot.

They all took five or six steps back, leaving enough room for Sherlock and Voldemort to fight.

"Avada Kedavra!"

Without the slightest warning, Voldemort's spell shot from the tip of his staff!

Sherlock was naturally aware of the correct way to deal with the Killing Curse. The moment Voldemort's spell sounded in front of him, countless gravels were drawn and gathered in front of him, blocking the spell.

But what flew towards Sherlock together with the Killing Curse was the endless black mist!
(End of this chapter)