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

Chapter 395 Sneak Attack
Silk had no intention of forcing him to stay.

She knows Sherlock's strength, if he alone can't solve the problem, plus her, the result will still be the same.

And this bottle of memory really can't have any mistakes.

She reached for the glass bottle and said softly before leaving.

"I'll be waiting for you in Hogsmeade."

Sherlock pulled out his wand slowly, without making a sound, but gestured to her with an ok gesture.

After Silk left, he groped in the direction one of the Death Eaters had left, and their splitting up gave Sherlock a good chance to take one by one.

With the control of magic, such a dark and stormy night is the best time for him to make a move.

He was soon in the field and found a Death Eater who had quietly arrived at the door of a Muggle house.

This is exactly Amycus who had a verbal conflict with Rodolphs before.

This wizard also has a younger sister. The two were notorious in the wizarding world before they officially became Death Eaters. Everyone knows that the Carlo brothers and sisters are a pair of dark wizards who have no bottom line.

After becoming Death Eaters and having Voldemort as the leader, they became even more unscrupulous.

After being caught that year, all the wizards of the Wizengamot voted for it and agreed to sentence them to life imprisonment in Azkaban.

This is already the highest criminal law in the magic world.

Staring at the wooden door in front of him, Amycus showed a cruel look in his eyes.

At this moment, he was suppressed with anger and had nowhere to vent it. Later, his method of interrogating Muggles would not be so simple, so he had to vent out the anger stirred up by Rodolphs in his heart.

Just as he drew his wand, the other hand, which was not holding a wand, was already on the door, ready to knock.

Behind him, a dozen or so wands with the same appearance and length quietly floated behind his head like ghosts, and the tips of all the wands were aimed at him.

Amycus was just about to knock on the door when an imperceptible voice suddenly sounded behind him.

"It's all petrified."

The voice was not very close to him, at least five meters away, so the first thought that came to Amycus's mind was to roll to the side and dodge!

However, before his thought came up, more than a dozen spells hit his back with a huge impact!

As if being hit by a heavy hammer, Amycus flew towards the door in front of him, and then accompanied by a loud impact, his body became as stiff as a stone statue, powerless fell to the ground.

"Who?"

The Muggles in the house obviously heard the movement, greeted, and were about to come out of the house.

Sherlock didn't stop at all, he directly used control magic to control Amycus's body that was completely frozen, and left here quietly.

The door was opened, and a middle-aged Muggle with a beard looked out from behind the door. After seeing no one, he muttered dissatisfiedly, and closed the door again. Back inside.

And Sherlock took Amycus to the place where he and Silk stayed before.

This is a remote alley, even in broad daylight, few people pass by, let alone at night, it is a very suitable place for Tibetans.

Although his body was restricted in his movements, Amycus's eyes and mind were not petrified. After he was hit by the spell and fell to the ground, he saw the dozen or so magic wands floating behind him.

Then his heart became desperate.

Sherlock's spellcasting method is not a secret, at least among the Death Eaters, Voldemort made each of his subordinates remember Sherlock's face and his unique skill of controlling the wand to use spells in the air.

Even the Death Eaters who escaped from Azkaban later knew that their master was stabbed through the heart by a young Hogwarts professor the night he was resurrected.

The name Sherlock Forrest has long been deeply engraved in the hearts of every Death Eater.

It's like in the British wizarding world, except for Dumbledore, no wizard thinks he can beat Voldemort.

Among the Death Eaters, no one would think that they could beat Sherlock, who defeated Voldemort head-on.

Except for a lunatic like Bella, no one would want to meet Sherlock or Dumbledore.

Unfortunately, Amycus fell into Sherlock's hands tonight.

His eyes were ashen, but Sherlock didn't even look at him. After throwing him into the alley, he turned around and walked quickly in the direction where another Death Eater was in his memory.

The time they agreed on was 10 minutes. Of course, Sherlock couldn't solve all five people in a row within 10 minutes.

But as long as he solves two or three of them, even if the rest of them will find out the problem, it will not cause him the slightest trouble.

The only thing to pay attention to is that he must act quickly, and not give the Death Eaters any chance to warn, otherwise the rest of the people will be alarmed in advance.

When they gathered together, Sherlock certainly wasn't afraid, the main thing was that he was worried that someone would escape tonight.

According to his plan, none of the five people who came to this village could escape.

The residential area in the village was not large. According to the direction in which one of the Death Eaters left according to his memory, he did not walk for long before he found the whereabouts of the second Death Eater in his own domain.

The appearance of this Death Eater is a bit unfamiliar to Sherlock. He has already knocked on the door of a Muggle family, has just completed soul control, and is asking about Slughorn's whereabouts.

Before the Muggle could answer, Sherlock repeated the trick, hitting him directly with the spell.

The Death Eater fell to the ground weakly, and the Imperius Curse he had cast on the Muggle automatically came into contact. The somewhat chubby middle-aged woman first looked at the scene in front of her with a blank face. Two seconds later, she There was a terrified expression on her face, and when she was about to scream with her eyes open, Sherlock's wand was already aimed at her.

"Everything is forgotten."

The fat woman opened her eyes again, her gaze became dull, and she stood there in a daze, watching Sherlock take the petrified Death Eater away.

After a while, she would wake up by herself, forget why she was standing here, and then go back to the house and continue to sleep while wondering if her memory had declined as she got older.

(End of this chapter)