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Chapter 413 Can I Find Sherlock With You?
Sherlock walked out of the corner after Draco took Trish to escape.

The Iron Armor Curse, which is enough to reflect the spell of an adult wizard, was naturally used by him.

In fact, when Lucius came here, Sherlock and Moody Sirius had already come to the wall.

It's just that they didn't go out immediately, but waited to finish Draco's choice.

Sirius never believed that a person like Draco would have a chance to change, as if he never knew or believed that his younger brother Regulus, who was once a die-hard Voldemort loyalist, would eventually raise Like a flag of rebellion.

And Sherlock has prepared everything in advance, as long as Draco finally makes a move on Trish, he will use the control magic to disarm the wand in his hand.

Fortunately, Draco did not disappoint Sherlock.

Like he said to Dumbledore and the others at the beginning, Draco wasn't hopelessly bad, it was just that he'd been brought up wrong all along.

And as long as he can be guided correctly in the follow-up, the conscience remaining in his heart will tell him what is right and what is wrong.

Now that Draco has chosen the right side, Sherlock will naturally deal with the aftermath for him.

"What a good son you taught! Lucius!"

Bella's shrill voice seemed to be able to pierce people's eardrums, making people unconsciously feel a sense of irritability.

Lucius stood up from the ground with a gloomy face. Even if Draco did such a disappointing thing in front of him, he would not allow this crazy woman to insult his son in the slightest.

"My son, of course I know how to teach this, but at this moment, you will not forget what the master asked us to do here first?"

Bella's stern face was full of ferocity, but after hearing what Lucius said, she gradually returned to indifference.

In normal times, she would have someone capture Draco and that little girl no matter what. She couldn’t do anything to Draco, but if Trish fell into her hands, she would definitely be a Life is worse than death.

The only thing that can make Bella give up this idea can only be something related to Voldemort.

And the mission of the six of them really had nothing to do with Draco.

"You came to see me?"

An abrupt voice suddenly broke into their topic.

Bella and Lucius' bodies tensed up instantly, and the hand holding the wand strengthened, reacted in less than a second, and aimed at the place where the voice came from.

However, there was a clear snap of fingers, without any incantation, and there was no movement of wand.

Including Bellalucius, the magic wands in the hands of the six Death Eaters were suddenly exerted a huge force, and they broke free from them!

The next moment, the six magic wands flew into the sky together, forming six parabolas in the blue sky like shooting stars, and were thrown far away.

After a short period of astonishment, the six Bellas who realized what had happened had extremely ugly faces at this moment.

Moody and Sirius had raised their two magic wands and pointed them at them, but what really made them afraid was the man who stood between them with nothing in his hands, but silently disarmed them .

"Everyone, this afternoon is really a rare good weather, isn't it? So, you came here to look for me in such a big way, and even scared away my students, isn't it too bad for the scenery?"

Sherlock's voice was very casual, as if he happened to meet a neighbor's kid scratching someone's car window on the side of the road, and said a few words of lesson.

Bella and Lucius, who had lost their ability to resist after their wands were taken away, had ugly faces.

None of them expected this to happen.

After the battle that disgraced their master after the Triwizard Tournament last year, even if they were as proud as Bella, they had to admit that Sherlock's strength was definitely at the top level in the magic world.

Especially when using magic wands with more than three digits at the same time, you can basically rely on numbers, and one person can face hundreds of wizards.

Of course, even so, she must be no better than her master, Voldemort.

After a certain level, the strength of magic cannot be compensated for by the accumulation of quantity.

Because of this, that night, Sherlock was completely suppressed and beaten by Voldemort, only relying on Fiddlesticks, this accident that no one thought of, turned the situation around and stabbed the knife into Voldemort's chest.

And if there was no such accident, then Sherlock would definitely not be able to make it through Dumbledore with the members of the Order of the Phoenix and a group of Aurors.

Sherlock is very strong, but his strength is limited. Without the method of using multiple wands to cast spells, his magic level is comparable to that of the most powerful Death Eaters like Bella.

But even with the addition of the means of casting spells with multiple magic wands, it is absolutely impossible to do it in front of the six of them, without chanting incantations or swinging wands, just snapping their fingers like this will completely make them lose all resistance This level of ability.

Seeing Bella, Lucius had two ashen faces, and Sirius, who was holding a wand in his hand, had a happy smile on his face.

"Do you remember what you said when you were in Azkaban? My dear cousin, at that time, did you ever think that even if you really came out, that person really came back, and it would be like this today situation."

Bella stared at Sirius coldly. Just when she was about to speak, there was a sound of piercing the sky from far to near, and then a black "cloud" enveloped them in darkness.

Such a movement made everyone here raise their heads subconsciously.

It was not a dark cloud, but hundreds of Death Eaters riding broomsticks, wearing black robes and iron masks!
They had already determined their targets in mid-air, and nearly half of them began to circle around Sherlock and the others, while more than half of the Death Eaters drew out their wands in mid-air.

All of a sudden, hundreds of wands were aimed at Sherlock alone!

Even though they had anticipated such a situation in advance, Sirius and Moody couldn't help frowning, and swallowed a mouthful of saliva nervously.

However, Bella and Lucius' original ugly faces turned around completely. They watched with delight that the black mist in the sky had gathered into a shape, turning into a bald, noseless wizard, and they all knelt down on the ground.

"Owner!"

Voldemort gently pinched the end of the wand with four fingers. He didn't even look at Bella and the others. The moment he appeared in the sky, his eyes were always locked on Sherlock.

"I had no idea you were so unwise, Sherlock Forrest."

His voice was cold and cold, and while speaking to Sherlock, there was some arrogance and disdain.

"After the last battle, although your strength has not yet reached the standard, I have put you on the same level as Dumbledore, but now it seems that I still think highly of you."

Even surrounded by so many wands, Voldemort, who made the entire wizarding world turn pale, was right in front of him, Sherlock still didn't have much expression on his face.

"So what was your purpose for letting Draco approach me in the first place? Isn't it just to let him keep an eye on my whereabouts?"

The face, which looked very strange because it had no nose and was extremely pale, smiled contemptuously. Voldemort didn't seem to mind having more communication with Sherlock.

"Do you think that's all I want?" He said coldly, "In my eyes, I have never regarded you or Dumbledore as the target of my necessary plan, but it is your own choice." It just hit me right in front of me."

Sherlock looked at him and shrugged.

"Aren't you going to tell me about your original plan in detail? Or you actually plan to get rid of me today, and the previous plan about Draco will continue?"

Voldemort did not answer his question, but slowly fell from the sky to the ground.

He walked past Bella and the six of them expressionlessly, and then the six wands that had been disarmed by Sherlock flew back from all directions and fell back into the hands of their original owners.

"I know you have something to rely on. Even though I haven't investigated why your strength has improved so quickly, do you think that even if you are more than a star and a half stronger than last time, you can be my opponent?"

He stopped about five meters away from Sherlock, holding the wand with the same root as Harry's wand in his hand, his eyes were as indifferent as a snake.

"Same as last time, Sherlock, I won't let my men take action. It's still just the two of us. I will kill you with my own hands. Let those ignorant people see that what they fantasize about these days can be done in Deng Xiaoping. Afterwards, Bullido led them to continue to be the stubborn Professor Forrest, is he qualified enough!"

The black robe on Voldemort's body moved automatically without wind, and the black smoke surrounding him seemed to come alive, jumping for joy!
Sirius and Moody looked at each other, and they both took a step back consciously, leaving this space to Sherlock.

Sherlock didn't say anything more in the face of Voldemort. He narrowed his eyes, and hundreds of wands were silently suspended behind him.

Hogwarts.

Standing in front of Sherlock's office door with a plate of cookies just made from the kitchen, Silk frowned slightly as he knocked on the door but got no response.

If Sherlock wasn't in the castle at this time, Silk knew where he would go.

After Christmas, when Sherlock took Draco to the orphanage to experience life for the second time, he also wanted to take Silk to relax for a day, just as going out to play.

It's just that Silk also has to teach a lot of classes, and she can't spare a whole day to go out with Sherlock and the others that day.

So, at this time, Sherlock is not in the castle, she can guess where he will go.

But there was a sense of worry in Silk's heart for no reason.

She didn't know what she was worried about, and she didn't seem to feel that Sherlock would be in danger, but she was a little irritable.

Silk silently carried the plate of steaming cookies back to her office. Along the way, some students greeted her, and she only nodded slightly in response.

Sitting at the desk, she stared blankly at the old windmill that had turned yellow in the pen holder.

This windmill was originally at her father's funeral, so she buried everything related to Sherlock in the tomb belonging to "John Watson".

Later, Sherlock dug up the tomb with his own hands, and then returned the windmill, including the group photo of her, "John" and "Uncle Prince" when she was a child, back to her.

Silk couldn't figure out what she was upset about, and usually when such an inexplicable change in mood occurred, she would look at the crystal ball that was no fun to others in a daze.

But today, she seemed to see something from the windmill that had no magic power at all.

The disordered lines became clear in her mind, and the originally foggy scene gradually became clear.
Silk suddenly stood up from his chair.

She didn't take off her coat when she returned to the office just now, and she opened the office door 3 minutes before she came back, and walked towards Dumbledore's office with a very clear goal.

She didn't know what the password for the principal's office was, but when she walked in front of the stone monster, it jumped aside by itself.

This is not because Silk has the same authority as Sherlock, who can enter and leave the principal's office at any time without a password, but that a person just happened to come out of it in a hurry.

The face of this person, Silker, was the current Minister of Magic of the British Ministry of Magic, Scrimgeour.

She also heard from the usual chats with Sherlock that the Minister of Magic, who has been in office for less than a year, usually has a normal relationship with Dumbledore. A balance of non-interference.

And now Scrimgeour came out of Dumbledore's office in a hurry, obviously there was something urgent, but Silk didn't ask much, she passed by the Minister of Magic and came to Dumbledore's office In front of the door, there was a light knock on the door of the principal's office.

Dumbledore's slightly surprised voice came from behind the door.

"Please come in."

Silk opened the door and walked in. Dumbledore was putting a robe on himself, as if he was about to go out.

Seeing Silk walking in from the outside, Dumbledore didn't pause in the movement of his hands, and asked with a gentle smile on his face.

"Is there anything you can do with me? Vera."

There was no superfluous expression on Silk's face, but her eyes, which were no longer covered, looked extraordinarily serious.

"May I go with you to find Sherlock, Professor Dumbledore."

(End of this chapter)