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Chapter 396 The Spell to Stop the War

Sherlock's Oblivion Curse is pretty good.

Although he doesn't usually use it much, he spent a lot of time researching and practicing such a spell that is very useful in most situations.

Bringing the second Death Eater back into the alley, he then found the third Death Eater and dealt with him. At this time, it happened that the 10 minutes that Rodolphs made an appointment had arrived.

Rodolphus was returning to their agreed place with another Death Eater.

Just as they thought at the beginning, for the small village of Badley Barberton, there are very few foreigners. If there are strangers living in the village recently, many aboriginal people will pay attention arrive.

The man they had inquired about who had only recently come to live in Badley Barberton was very different in appearance from Slughorn.

But there are many ways for wizards to change their body and appearance, not to mention that Slughorn is still a master of potions that is not inferior to Snape. It is only a matter of him appearing outside with his original appearance Weird thing.

"We'll meet up with Amycus later. If they don't find out about other outsiders who came to this village recently, you should go back and inform the master immediately." Rodolphs said calmly.

The Death Eater rubbed his hands together and laughed.

"Why don't we just grab that old guy and bring him to the owner, so that we can show that we have done more."

Rodolph said with a blank face.

"Do you know that I am far less useful to Master than my wife, and Master still values ​​me?"

The Death Eater secretly thought, it's because you took advantage of having a good wife, but you didn't have the guts to say it.

"why?"

"Because I have always known that doing what I can do well is already the greatest help to the master. For those who are greedy for success, think about how many of them can survive."

Rodolphs' voice was cold, and when he said this, his brother who died in the Department of Mysteries inevitably appeared in his mind.

"The task that the master asked us to come here first is to inquire about Slughorn's location without alarming anyone, and then tell him the specific place. We will do it privately after we find someone. How many rewards will there be, because this is not our task at all, and if we fail, we will have to accept more cruel punishments, how do you think we should do this multiple-choice question?"

The Death Eater shrank his shoulders, and it seemed that under the master's spell, those figures struggling in pain appeared in his mind, and he completely dismissed this idea in his heart.

They had already arrived at the place before they separated, but no one else was seen here.

Seeing the empty intersection, Rodolphs subconsciously frowned.

"That's not right. The direction Amycus and the others are going is much closer to finding Muggles than us. Why are we the first to come back?"

His words also aroused the vigilance of his companions. Just as they clenched their magic wands and were about to go to the surrounding police circles, countless spells flickered in all directions!
Sherlock didn't recite the spell, although this would further weaken the power of the spell, but with enough numbers, it can fully make up for it.

Besides, the two opponents have already become alert, if they recite the spell again, it will not be able to achieve the effect of a sneak attack.

Surrounded by hundreds of magic wands, Sherlock's attack has no dead ends.

Even if Rodolphs and the others had an early warning in their hearts, there was no way to avoid it!
The Death Eater who wanted to capture Slughorn alive before was hit by dozens of petrification spells on the spot, and fell to the ground and lost his fighting power.

And Rodolphs' body actually lit up with a red light, and all the petrification spells shot in his direction were blocked!

Along with the sound of the Iron Armor Curse shattering, Rodolphus raised his wand and recited the spell without hesitation.

"Apparate!"

There's no shame in abandoning your teammates and fleeing, especially if you've discovered this unique method of spellcasting.

He never thought that he would be Sherlock's opponent, and the most important thing was to bring the news back to his master.

After Voldemort experienced the failure of the resurrection, he hated Sherlock and went crazy.

As long as he can bring back the news that Sherlock came out of Hogwarts castle alone, Voldemort will not only not punish him, but it will be a great achievement!
But after he uttered the spell, his body reappeared in its original position after undergoing an extremely brief momentary distortion.

Rodolphus was already desperate.

This man has set up anti-apparition magic here in advance!
Unhurried footsteps sounded in his ears, and the wands floating around, like flying insects receiving orders, lined up neatly behind Sherlock.

Sherlock didn't have a wand in his hand, so he put his hands in the pockets of his jeans and raised his eyebrows, looking at Rodolphus who was holding his weapon tremblingly.

Because Slughorn lived in a Muggle village, Sherlock deliberately didn't wear wizard robes when he came to visit him today, but changed into ordinary Muggle clothes to avoid unnecessary attention.

"Being able to maintain the Iron Armor Curse at all times, if this is in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, I will definitely give your college ten points."

Sherlock praised without hesitation.

"With such a sense of prevention, your strength must not be bad, come and let me see it."

"when!"

There was a sound of crisp wood touching the concrete floor.

Before the tip of the hundreds of wands behind Sherlock lit up with the light of the spell, Rodolphus threw the small wooden stick in his hand to the ground without the slightest hesitation.

He raised his hands, and with a single wandless spell, he averted the unsuspecting battle that followed.

"I surrender!"

After Sherlock and Silk left, Slughorn was still sitting at the dining table drinking wine leisurely by himself.

To be honest, he actually wanted to keep this secret hidden from the beginning until he died and put it in the coffin.

After all, this is not such a glorious thing, if it spreads throughout the magic world, then he will definitely be cast aside as the most shameless sinner.

But he didn't regret handing over his memory.

Dumbledore, Sally, Lily and today's Sherlock, such people are always easy to touch.

The wizard itself is an emotional group, and Slughorn is an old man with a sensitive heart.

He poured a glass of wine into his empty wine glass again, and when he was about to pick it up, a small piece of paper flapped its wings like a butterfly and flew into his room, and finally landed in front of him.

Slughorn, who was a little dizzy, suddenly woke up.

After reading the contents of the note, he rushed into the bedroom with a changed face, found a suitcase, and then panicked and Apparated away from the hiding place where he had only lived for a few days.

(End of this chapter)