Sherlock came out of the corner after Draco and Tracy escaped.

The iron armor spell that was 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 arrived at the wall.

But they did not go out as soon as possible, but waited to finish watching Draco's choice.

Sirius never believed that Draco would have a chance to change, just like he never knew or trusted his younger brother, Regulus, who was once a hard-core and loyal Voldemort, would eventually raise the banner of resistance.

Sherlock has prepared everything in advance. As long as Draco finally takes action against Tracy, he will use his control magic to disarm the wand in his hand.

Fortunately, Draco did not disappoint Sherlock.

Just like the one he said to Dumbledore and others at the beginning, Draco is not hopelessly bad, but the family education he has been receiving is wrong.

As long as he can guide him correctly in the future, the conscience that always remains in his heart will tell him what is right and what is wrong.

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

"You taught good son! Lucius!"

Bella's sharp voice seemed to pierce a person's eardrum, making people feel annoyed in their hearts.

Lucius stood up from the ground with a gloomy face. Even if Draco did such a disappointment in front of him, he would not allow the crazy woman to be insulted to his son at all.

"Of course I know how to teach this, my son, but at this time, you won't forget what the master asked us to come here first, right?"

Bella's cruel face was full of ferociousness, but after hearing Lucius's words, she gradually returned to indifference.

If she was in normal times, she would have someone to catch Draco and that little girl no matter what. She would not do anything to Draco, but if Tracy fell into her hands, it would definitely be a situation where life was worse than death.

The only thing that can make Bella give up this idea is the only thing related to Voldemort.

And the mission of the six of them is indeed nothing to do with Draco.

"Are you here to find me?"

A sudden sound suddenly inserted into their topic.

Bella and Lucius's bodies tensed up instantly, and their hands holding the wand increased their strength, reacted in less than a second, aiming at the place where the sound came.

However, a clear sound of fingers sounded, without any spells, and without any wand swing.

Including Bella Lucius, the wands in the hands of the six Death Eaters were suddenly exerted with a huge force and broke free from them!

The next moment, six magic wands flew into the sky together, forming six parabolas under the blue sky like meteors, and were thrown out from afar.

After a brief shock, Bella and the other six who understood what was going on, their faces were extremely ugly at this time.

The two wands in Moody and Sirius's raised hands were aimed at them, but what they really feared was the man who stood among them, with nothing in his hands, but silently disarmed them.

"Everyone, it's a rare good weather this afternoon, right? So, you came here to find me so hard and scared my students away. Isn't it too bad?"

Sherlock's voice was very casual, just like he met a child from a neighbor's house on the side of the road, and was as casual as he gave a few words of lesson.

The six Bella and Lucius, who were taken away from their wands and had lost their ability to resist, looked ugly on their faces.

None of them expected this to happen.

Through the battle that made their masters look disgraceful after last year's Three Thousands Championship, even as arrogant as Bella, he has to admit that Sherlock's strength is definitely at the top level in the magic world.

Especially when using more than three-digit wand casting methods at the same time, you can basically rely on the number of numbers to face hundreds of wizards by one person.

Of course, even so, she must be better than her master Voldemort.

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

It was because of this that on that night, Sherlock was completely beaten by Voldemort. He just relied on Federtic, an accident that no one expected, to turn the situation around and stab the knife into Voldemort's chest.

And if it weren't for this accident, Sherlock would definitely not be able to hold on Dumbledore and the Order of the Phoenix and a group of Aurors to come.

Sherlock is very strong, but it is also limited. Without the use of multiple magic wands to cast spells, his magic level is comparable to that of Bella and other Death Eaters.

But even with the method of casting spells by multiple magic wands, it is absolutely impossible to achieve the point where they have no curse or waved their staff in front of the six of them, just snapping their fingers so simply makes them lose all their ability to resist.

Seeing Bella, Lucius's two gray faces, Sirius holding a magic wand in his hand showed a happy smile on his face.

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

Bella stared at Sirius coldly. When she was about to speak, a sound of breaking through the air from far to near in the sky began to sound, and then a black "cloud" enveloped them in the dark.

Such movements made everyone here subconsciously raise their heads.

It was not a dark cloud, but hundreds of Death Eaters riding flying brooms, wearing black robes, and iron masks!

They had already set their targets in the air, and nearly half of the people began to hover around Sherlock and the others, while more than half of the Death Eaters were drawing out their wands in the air.

For a moment, hundreds of magic wands were all aimed at Sherlock alone!

Even though they had already predicted such a situation in advance, Sirius and Moody couldn't help but frown, and swallowed their saliva nervously.

But Bella and Lucius's originally ugly face turned completely. They watched happily as the black fog in the sky had gathered and formed, turning into a bald witch without a nose, and all fell to 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 didn't expect you to be so unwise, Sherlock Forrest."

His voice was cold and cold, and while speaking to Sherlock, he was mixed with some pride and disdain.

"After the end of the last battle, although your strength has not met the standard, I have put you at the same level as Dumbledore, but now it seems that I still look up to you."

Even surrounded by so many magic wands, Voldemort, who was terrified of the entire magic world, was in front of him, and there was still not much expression on Sherlock's face.

"So what was your purpose in getting Draco to me at the beginning? Didn't you just want him to keep an eye on my whereabouts?"

The face, which had no nose and was extremely pale, smiled contemptuously, and Voldemort didn't mind having more communication with Sherlock.

"Do you think I want only this?" he said coldly. "I never see you or anyone else in Dumbledore as the goal I need to plan, but you choose to bump into me."

Sherlock shrugged at him.

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

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

He passed by Bella and the other six with expressionless expressions, and then the six magic wands that were originally disarmed by Sherlock flew back from all directions and fell back to their original owners.

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

He stopped about five meters away from Sherlock, holding the wand with the same origin as Harry's wand, his eyes as cold as snakes.

"Like last time, Sherlock, I will not let my subordinates take action, but it's still just the two of us. I will kill you with my own hands and let those fools see if what they have fantasized these days is that they can lead them to continue to be the stubborn Professor Forrest after Dumbledore, is it qualified to be!"

The black robe on Voldemort's body was windless, and the black smoke surrounding him was jubilant as if he had come to life!

Sirius and Moody looked at each other, and both of them took a step back consciously, leaving the space to Sherlock.

Sherlock did not continue to say anything more when facing Voldemort. He narrowed his eyes and hundreds of magic wands floated silently behind him.

......

Hogwarts.

Holding a plate of cookies that had just been made from the kitchen, Shilk stood in front of Sherlock's office door, knocking on the door but receiving no response, Shilk frowned slightly.

If Sherlock was not in the castle at this time, Shilk would know where he would go.

After Christmas, when Sherlock took Draco to the orphanage for the second time to experience life, she also wanted to take Shilk to relax for a day, just like going out for fun.

However, Shilk also had to teach many classes, and she didn't take the whole day to go out with Sherlock and the others that day.

So, at this time, Sherlock was not in the castle, and she could guess where he would go.

But a sense of worry arose in Shilk's heart for no reason.

She didn't know what she was worried about, nor did she feel that Sherlock would be in danger, but she was a little irritated.

Shilk silently returned to his office with the steaming cookie. Along the way, a student greeted her and said hello, and she just nodded gently to respond.

Sitting at the desk, she stared at the old windmill with yellowed surface inserted in the pen holder, dazed.

The windmill was originally buried at her father's funeral, with all the things related to Sherlock in the tomb of "John Watson".

Later, Sherlock dug up the tomb himself, and then returned the photo of the windmill including her childhood, "John" and "Uncle Prince" to her hands.

Shilk couldn't understand what she was irritated. Usually when her mood changed inexplicably, she would go to see the crystal ball that was not fun for others and was stunned.

But today, she seemed to see something from the windmill without any magic.

The disordered lines became clear in her mind, and the originally foggy scene gradually became clear...

Shilk suddenly stood up from his chair.

She didn't take off her coat when she returned to the office. Before she could come back for three minutes, she pushed open the office door and walked towards Dumbledore's office with a clear goal.

She didn't know what the principal's office was, but just as she walked to the stone monster, it jumped aside.

This is not like Sherlock, who does not need a password to enter and exit the principal's office at any time, but someone happened to walk out of it in a hurry.

This man's face has been seen by Shilk, who is Sclinger, the current Minister of Magic of the British Ministry of Magic.

She also heard from her usual chat with Sherlock that the newly appointed Minister of Magic, who has less than a year since he was appointed, had a very average relationship with Dumbledore, and it was not too bad, but not too good. Both sides were trying their best to maintain a balance of non-interference.

Now Sclinger hurriedly walked out of Dumbledore's office, and there was obviously something important, but Shilk did not ask much. She passed by the Minister of Magic and came to Dumbledore's office door, and gently knocked on the door of the principal's office.

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

"Please come in."

Shilk pushed the door and walked in. Dumbledore was putting on his robe, looking like he was about to go out.

Dumbledore asked with a gentle smile on his face as he saw Hilk coming in from outside.

"Is there anything you need to find me? Vera."

There was no unnecessary expression on Shilk's face, but her eyes that were no longer covered were particularly serious.

"Can I go with you to find Sherlock? Professor Dumbledore."
Chapter completed!