Chapter 413: Can I Go with You to Find Sherlock?

Chapter 413: Can I Go with You to Find Sherlock?

Sherlock only emerged from the corner after Draco and Cissy had fled.

The Armor Charm, which could reflect an adult wizard's spell, was naturally cast by him.

In fact, when Lucius arrived, Sherlock, Mad-Eye Moody, and Sirius Black were already by the wall.

However, they did not step out immediately but waited to see Draco's decision.

Sirius Black had never believed that someone like Draco could change, just as he never trusted that his brother Regulus, once a devout follower of Voldemort, would eventually raise the banner of resistance.

Sherlock, on the other hand, had already prepared everything. If Draco had ultimately harmed Cissy, Sherlock would have used Control Magic to disarm Draco's wand.

Fortunately, Draco did not disappoint Sherlock.

Just as Sherlock had initially told Dumbledore and others, Draco hadn't become irredeemably evil. It was just that the education he had received from his family was wrong.

If he could be guided correctly in the future, the remnants of his conscience would tell him what is right and what is wrong.

Now that Draco had chosen the right side, Sherlock naturally had to handle the aftermath for him.

"You've raised a fine son, Lucius!"

Bellatrix's shrill voice pierced the eardrums, causing an involuntary irritation to rise.

Lucius stood up from the ground with a sullen expression. Even though Draco had done something that disappointed him, he would not allow this madwoman to insult his son.

"I know how to raise my son, but at this moment, you shouldn't forget why our master sent us here, right?"

Bellatrix's fierce face twisted into a grimace, but upon hearing Lucius's words, she gradually returned to her cold demeanor.

Under normal circumstances, she would have had someone go and capture Draco and that little girl. She couldn't do much to Draco, but if Cissy fell into her hands, it would be a living hell.

The only thing that could make Bellatrix abandon this idea was something related to Voldemort.

Their mission indeed had nothing to do with Draco.

"Are you here to find me?"

A sudden voice interrupted their conversation.

Bellatrix and Lucius tensed up, gripping their wands tighter and reacting in less than a second, pointing them at the source of the voice.

However, a clear snap echoed, and without any spells or wand movements, a tremendous force seized the wands of the six Death Eaters, including Bellatrix and Lucius, wrenching them from their hands!

In the next moment, the six wands flew into the sky, forming six parabolic arcs under the blue sky, and were thrown far away.

After a brief moment of shock, the six Death Eaters, including Bellatrix, realized what had happened, and their faces turned extremely grim.

Mad-Eye Moody and Sirius Black had already raised their wands and pointed them at the Death Eaters, but what truly terrified them was the man standing among them, empty-handed, who had silently disarmed them.

"Gentlemen, isn't today a beautiful afternoon? So, coming here in such a grand manner and scaring away my students, isn't that a bit too much of a scene?"

Sherlock's voice was casual, as if he had encountered a neighbor's child vandalizing cars on the street and had casually scolded them.

With their wands taken away and their resistance capabilities lost, Bellatrix and Lucius, along with the other four Death Eaters, looked extremely displeased.

None of them had expected this to happen.

After the battle following the Triwizard Tournament last year, which had left their master humiliated, even the proud Bellatrix had to admit that Sherlock's strength was undoubtedly at the top tier in the Wizarding World.

Especially his ability to cast spells with over a hundred wands simultaneously allowed him to face hundreds of wizards alone, relying on sheer numbers.

Of course, even so, he was still no match for their master, Voldemort.

At a certain level, the strength of magic could not be compensated for by sheer quantity.

That was why, on that night, Sherlock was completely overpowered by Voldemort. It was only through the unexpected Fawkes, which no one had anticipated, that the tide was turned, and the fatal blow was delivered to Voldemort's chest.

If it weren't for this unexpected turn of events, Sherlock would never have lasted until Dumbledore and the Order of the Phoenix, along with a group of Aurors, arrived.

Sherlock was indeed powerful, but there were limits to that power. Without using the method of casting spells with multiple wands, his magical abilities were on par with those of the strongest Death Eaters, like Bellatrix.

Even with the multiple wands, there was no way he could have incapacitated six of them so effortlessly, without incantations or wand movements, with just a snap of his fingers.

Seeing the ashen faces of Bellatrix and Lucius, Sirius Black, wand in hand, smiled with satisfaction.

"Do you remember what you said in Azkaban? My dear cousin, did you ever think that even if you were truly released and that person really returned, things would end up like this?"

Bellatrix glared at Sirius Black coldly. Just as she was about to speak, a sound of something breaking through the air came from the sky, growing louder. Then, a black "cloud" descended, enveloping them in darkness.

This commotion made everyone instinctively look up.

It wasn't a cloud of darkness but hundreds of Death Eaters, riding broomsticks, wearing black robes, and donning iron masks!

They had already identified their target in mid-air. Nearly half of them began circling Sherlock and his companions, while the rest drew their wands in the sky.

In an instant, over a hundred wands were all aimed at Sherlock!

Even though they had anticipated such a situation, Sirius Black and Mad-Eye Moody couldn't help but frown and swallow nervously.

Meanwhile, Bellatrix and Lucius, whose faces had been grim, now wore expressions of joy. They looked up at the black cloud that had coalesced into the form of a bald, noseless wizard and fell to their knees.

"Master!"

Voldemort held his wand by the end with four fingers, not even glancing at Bellatrix and the others. From the moment he appeared, his gaze had been fixed on Sherlock.

"I didn't expect you to be so unwise, Sherlock Forrest."

His voice was cold and icy, filled with a mix of arrogance and disdain as he spoke to Sherlock.

"After the last battle, even though your strength hadn't reached the required level, I had placed you on the same level as Dumbledore. But now it seems I overestimated you."

Despite the numerous wands surrounding him, and the presence of the feared Voldemort, Sherlock's expression remained unchanged.

"So, what was your initial purpose in having Draco get close to me? Wasn't it to keep an eye on my every move?"

The pale, noseless face of Voldemort twisted into a contemptuous smile. He seemed unconcerned about engaging in this conversation with Sherlock.

"Do you think I wanted only that?" he said coldly. "I have never considered you or Dumbledore as essential targets. You merely chose to put yourself in my path."

Sherlock shrugged.

"Don't you plan to elaborate on your original scheme? Or do you intend to continue with the plan involving Draco even after eliminating me today?"

Voldemort didn't answer his question but slowly descended from the sky to the ground.

He passed by Bellatrix and the others without a word, and the six wands that Sherlock had disarmed flew back to their original owners from various directions.

"I know you have some support, even though I haven't yet discovered why your strength has improved so rapidly. But do you really think that, even if you are significantly stronger than before, you can match me?"

He stopped about five meters from Sherlock, holding the wand with a core that shared the same source as Harry's, his gaze as cold as a serpent's.

"Like last time, Sherlock, I won't let my subordinates attack. It will be just the two of us. I will kill you with my own hands, showing those fools that the professor they have been fantasizing about, who they think can lead them in resistance after Dumbledore, is not worthy of the role!"

Voldemort's black robes moved on their own, as if the black smoke swirling around him had come to life, dancing and rejoicing!

Sirius Black and Mad-Eye Moody exchanged a glance, both instinctively stepping back to give Sherlock the space.

Sherlock, facing Voldemort, didn't say anything more. He narrowed his eyes, and hundreds of wands silently floated up behind him.

Hogwarts.

Silke, holding a plate of freshly baked cookies, stood in front of Sherlock's office door, frowning slightly when she received no response to her knock.

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

After Christmas, when Sherlock took Draco to the orphanage for the second time to experience life, he had also wanted to take Silke along for a day of relaxation, treating it as a day out.

However, Silke had many classes to teach and couldn't spare the whole day to go out with Sherlock and Draco.

So, if Sherlock wasn't in the castle, she could guess where he would be.

But Silke felt an inexplicable worry rise in her heart.

She wasn't sure what she was worried about; it didn't seem like she sensed any danger to Sherlock, but her mood was just restless.

Silke silently returned to her office with the plate of still-steaming cookies. Along the way, students greeted her, but she only nodded lightly in response.

Sitting at her desk, she stared at the old, yellowed pinwheel in the pen holder, lost in thought.

This pinwheel had originally been buried with the items related to Sherlock and her at her father's funeral, in the grave marked "John Watson."

Later, Sherlock dug up the grave himself and returned the pinwheel, along with a photo of her, "John", and "Uncle Prince" from their childhood, to her.

Silke couldn't understand what was causing her restlessness. When her mood changed inexplicably, she usually stared at the crystal ball, which others found utterly uninteresting.

But today, she felt she could see something in the pinwheel, which had no magic power at all.

The chaotic lines in her mind became clear, and the once foggy scenes gradually sharpened.

Silke suddenly stood up from her chair.

She hadn't taken off her coat when she returned to her office, and now, after only a few minutes, she pushed open the door and headed directly toward Dumbledore's office.

She didn't know the password to the Headmaster's Office, but as she approached the stone gargoyle, it moved aside on its own.

This wasn't because Silke had the same privilege as Sherlock to enter the Headmaster's Office without a password, but because someone was hurrying out of the office at that moment.

Silke recognized the face; it was Scrimgeour, the current Minister of Magic in Britain.

From her casual conversations with Sherlock, she knew that the newly appointed Minister of Magic, who had been in office for less than a year, had a neutral relationship with Dumbledore—neither particularly bad nor particularly good, maintaining a balance of non-interference.

Now, Scrimgeour was rushing out of Dumbledore's office, clearly with some urgent matter. Silke didn't ask any questions. She walked past the Minister of Magic and approached Dumbledore's office door, knocking lightly.

A slightly surprised voice came from behind the door.

"Come in."

Silke pushed the door open and walked in. Dumbledore was putting on his robes, clearly preparing to leave.

Seeing Silke enter, Dumbledore didn't stop his actions. He smiled warmly and asked, "What can I do for you, Vera?"

Silke's face remained expressionless, but her uncovered eyes were unusually serious.

"Can I go with you to find Sherlock, Professor Dumbledore?"

(End of Chapter)

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