Sherlock Holmes at Hogwarts.

Chapter 626 Who Else?

"Do not--!"

"stop--!"

Sherlock's words finally made Voldemort realize that something was wrong.

At that moment, he finally remembered that it was best to strike first, so without saying a word, he cast a killing curse on Sherlock.

In his view, so what if Holmes really saw through his plan?

Now you're in my hands!
The two were now very close, and even the sharpest mind couldn't outrun the speed of the Killing Curse!

No one in this world can survive his Killing Curse—the only exception being Harry Potter, who stands before him.

But today, he is going to put an end to this accident completely.

As for Sherlock Holmes, he was merely a side dish before that.

Voldemort, as the Dark Lord, was incredibly fast, and this time he acted so swiftly and decisively that the others should not have had time to react.

However, some people did react.

"boom!"

No sooner said than done, the nearest tombstone, as tall as a person, suddenly broke free from the soil, carrying pebbles and grass roots, and flew directly out of the cemetery, landing between Sherlock and Voldemort.

As a result, the spell fired from Voldemort's wand struck the tombstone squarely.

A burst of green light erupted, and the heavy stone tablet was blasted into two pieces.

Although it was powerful enough, it ultimately failed to hit anyone and thus did not unleash its full potential.

"How can—"

Voldemort cried out, looked around, and then gasped:
"Dumbledore!"

Everyone present looked over and saw Albus Dumbledore standing not far behind Sherlock and Harry.

His long, silvery-white hair and beard swayed slightly in the wind, his face was calm and expressionless, and his wand hung gently at his side.

At the critical moment, the greatest wizard of our time finally appeared and timely blocked Voldemort's attack for Sherlock.

Sherlock shrugged.

Voldemort's reaction was indeed somewhat unexpected.

But he wasn't completely unprepared.

Just four years ago, Hagrid's handmade rock crust had already proven its powerful anti-magic properties.

Now that he has to face Voldemort head-on, how could he possibly not bring him along?

Dumbledore's timely intervention prevented it from being used.

However, judging from this point alone, he did indeed fulfill his promise and put his and Harry's safety first.

"It's foolish of you to come here tonight, Tom."

After noticing that Sherlock was unharmed, Dumbledore breathed a sigh of relief, then looked at Voldemort and calmly said:
"The Aurors are on their way, and you and your friends are doomed."

"Dumbledore!"

Voldemort pronounced the name slowly and deliberately, his voice filled with deep-seated hatred.

As the saying goes, enemies are extremely jealous when they meet.

If Harry Potter is his acknowledged greatest nemesis, then Dumbledore is the only person he truly fears.

These two are the nemesis of the Dark Lord.

One of them is the only person the Dark Lord fears.

Dumbledore shook his head slightly: "No matter how loudly you shout, you can't hide your guilty conscience, Tom."

"Feeling guilty? The moment I'm finished, you're doomed too!"

Voldemort roared, raised his wand, and a beam of green light shot straight at Dumbledore.

Dumbledore turned and disappeared as quickly as a gust of wind.

Just a second later, he reappeared behind Voldemort, waving his wand once again.

A soft yet powerful white light shot towards Voldemort.

Voldemort reacted extremely quickly, his figure suddenly disappearing from the spot.

When it reappeared, it had retreated to a distance of more than ten feet in front of the Death Eaters.

His black robes fluttered in the night wind, and his eyes, like those of a viper, were fixed on Dumbledore.
“I must admit, you have indeed surprised me—what have you done to my servant?”

"It's rare to see someone who actually cares about others, Tom."

Dumbledore smiled faintly, then turned his head to gesture for Sherlock and Harry to step back.

The moonlight shone on his deeply wrinkled face, carrying a gentle, protective glow.

Now that he has already made his appearance, there is no reason for the two underage wizards to directly confront Voldemort's power.

His gaze slowly swept over the Death Eaters behind Voldemort.

Those people were all wrapped in black robes, heads bowed, not daring to meet his gaze.

At this moment, Dumbledore unleashed his full power, displaying the majesty of the White Lord, and his invisible pressure made the air in the entire cemetery heavy.

"I don't understand why you still follow him."

Dumbledore's voice was not loud, but it reached the ears of every Death Eater clearly:

"In my opinion, this behavior is utterly stupid."

You could have used this opportunity to completely sever ties with him and start your lives anew…

"who do you think You Are!"

When facing Dumbledore, Voldemort was clearly not as at ease as he had been when facing Sherlock and Harry.

In particular, Dumbledore's persuasive words made him spit out, and he pointed his wand at Dumbledore again, unleashing a deadly green beam.

Unfortunately, due to his unsettled state of mind, the incantation went astray.

It struck a dead tree in the distance, and the trunk instantly charred and broke.

Just as Voldemort was about to charge up again, Dumbledore swung his wand.

Sherlock raised an eyebrow.

He could sense the immense power of the spell emanating from the wand.

And it's not black magic.

Even Voldemort had to conjure a silver shield from the thin air to block the spell.

The spell Dumbledore fired struck the shield, producing a deep, gong-like sound.

It looks as hard as the rock crust cakes that Hagrid made himself.

"You won't kill me, Dumbledore."

"Is there anything more ruthless than this?" Voldemort shouted, his crimson eyes narrowing over his shield.

“We all know there are many other ways to destroy a person, Tom.”

Dumbledore took a step forward slowly, the Elder Wand twirling gently at his fingertips: "I must admit, simply taking your life will not satisfy me."

"There is nothing worse than death, Dumbledore!" Voldemort roared.

"Then you are very wrong."

Dumbledore's voice was soft, "In fact, your greatest failure is that you cannot understand that there are things worse than death."

That would be to lose everything worth cherishing and be forever condemned to loneliness and regret.

Knowing that Voldemort used Horcruxes to escape death, Dumbledore's words were like a sharp blade, piercing through Voldemort's disguise.

"Avada Kedavra!"

Voldemort was hit where he least wanted to be, and roared as he shot out another beam of green light.

This time, just like Voldemort had been before, a silver shield appeared in front of Dumbledore, taking the curse for him.

The green light struck the shield with a crisp crack, but the shield remained unharmed.

"Thank you, Minerva."

Dumbledore turned and smiled at the shadows on the other side of the graveyard, thanking them.

"However, I don't need your help for now. Why don't we deal with them first?"

"No problem—I just fainted!"

Professor McGonagall's voice came through.

The next moment, before one of the Death Eaters behind Voldemort could even react, he collapsed to the ground.

With Professor McGonagall's intervention, the prelude to the great battle finally began in this silent graveyard! Several professors, having cast the Disillusionment Charm, attacked in unison, and the first round of attacks directly felled several Death Eaters.

However, this also finally revealed their true colors.

The remaining Death Eaters drew their wands and engaged them in battle.

Stone fragments flew everywhere, the wind howled, and all sorts of lights intertwined and danced in the night sky. Instantly, incantations rose and fell throughout the cemetery.

"All petrified!"

A Death Eater roared and brandished his wand, sending a beam of gray light hurtling toward Professor Flitwick.

Professor Flitwick was small in stature, but exceptionally agile.

His toes touched the top of the tombstone, and he leaped up as lightly as a feather.

A streak of gray light grazed the hem of his robe, struck the ground, and blasted a small crater in the soil.

The moment he landed, he swung his wand backward: "Expelliarmus!"

A red light, like an arrow, struck the Death Eater's wrist with pinpoint accuracy.

The other person's wand immediately fell to the ground. Just as he was about to bend down to pick it up, he was entangled in the ankle by vines conjured by Professor McGonagall on the other side, and was slammed hard against the tombstone, losing consciousness.

Professor Flitwick stood on a tombstone, his gaze sweeping around.

"Who else?"

Even standing on the tombstone, he still wasn't considered tall.

But at this moment, he exuded an aura of dominance, making the Death Eaters extremely wary.

In terms of numbers, even after being ambushed, the Death Eaters still held the advantage.

However, the people who came here tonight are all top-notch wizards.

Even the top Aurors of the Ministry of Magic might not be able to match their level.

So despite having fewer professors than professors, they still managed to gain a slight advantage.

"It was much easier than I expected..."

At this point, Sherlock would naturally not rashly join the battle.

He noticed that Snape, Fudge, and Bagman had not yet shown up, and he understood immediately.

It seems that even at this point, Dumbledore still wants to play it safe.

This White Demon King is incredibly powerful, yet he's excessively cautious.

"Dumbledore—!"

Upon seeing this, Voldemort roared once again.

At that moment, he finally understood what it meant to lose everything with a single misstep.

Having regained his physical body, he was full of confidence and prepared to show his skills starting tonight, to recreate the feat he failed to accomplish in the Wizard War.

Unexpectedly, this was just the beginning when it encountered a major setback.

He believed that his abilities surpassed Dumbledore's.

The problem is that once he fights Dumbledore, he has no way to take care of the others.

Unfortunately, the helpers Dumbledore brought were all tough opponents. Although the Death Eaters were numerous, they managed to overwhelm them.

Of course, there was one thing he was unwilling to admit: he hadn't realized that these people had come here with Sherlock and Harry!

He hadn't even noticed that so many people had cast the illusion spell!

"No need to speak so loudly, I can hear you."

A thin flame emerged from the tip of Dumbledore's staff and coiled around Voldemort's body, including the shield he had just summoned.

"Won!"

Upon seeing this, Harry couldn't help but clap his hands excitedly.

Before he could finish speaking, the fire rope transformed into a venomous snake and swiftly slithered down from Voldemort's body.

Not only that, it also hissed fiercely at Dumbledore.

"It's not that easy."

Sherlock calmly commented:
"Although he's not a very good person, his abilities are undeniable."

Dumbledore alone certainly couldn't defeat him.

"Ah this..."

“It’s alright, our reinforcements will be here soon,” Sherlock smiled slightly. “Even if they don’t arrive, our current lineup is already invincible.”

Just as the two were talking, another beam of green light flew out of Voldemort's wand and shot towards Dumbledore.

It's clear that he really enjoys using the Killing Curse.

And they use it very skillfully.

Unfortunately, he was facing Dumbledore.

The shield that Professor McGonagall had just summoned suddenly grew larger and blocked the spell.

However, after blocking two killing curses in succession, it completed its mission, shattered, and disappeared into the air.

At the same time, Dumbledore made a gesture of waving his wand.

This is because Voldemort lacks martial ethics.

While casting the killing curse, he also secretly sent the venomous snake that he had previously conjured to ambush the centenarian.

However, Dumbledore was not careless. While dispelling the Killing Curse, he tossed the serpent high into the air.

The next moment, it turned into a wisp of smoke and disappeared.

Voldemort's speed then slowed down, which was undoubtedly an effect exerted by Dumbledore.

Sherlock raised an eyebrow as he watched the world's top wizards clash.

The various kinds of magic certainly broadened his horizons, but...

"It feels more like turn-based combat."

Sherlock was now certain that once he was allowed to get close to Voldemort with his sword, he would be absolutely confident in piercing his kidneys again.

Just then, a series of crackling sounds rang out.

One wizard after another appeared here using apparition.

Sirius Black was among them.

"ha--!"

As soon as he appeared, he waved his wand, emitting a red light that struck a Death Eater who was fighting Lupin.

"Crawb? What a brainless idiot!"

He whistled triumphantly, then called out loudly, "Harry, Sherlock, how are you?"

"Now is not the time for greetings, Sirius!"

Lupin quickly interrupted him, "Sherlock, you and Harry leave first!"

As the Aurors arrived, Lupin sensed that the opposing side was becoming desperate and resorting to drastic measures.

In this situation, Sherlock and Harry are actually in a more dangerous predicament than before.

Sherlock's brilliance lies in his wisdom.

On the battlefield, magic has no eyes.

No one can predict what unexpected events might occur.

Therefore, while we have the advantage now, protecting our non-combat personnel and getting them out of the fray is the best course of action.

What Lupin could think of, Sherlock could naturally think of as well.

In fact, he had already made his move the moment he saw Sirius Black appear:
"The trophy is flying in!"

Only when he held the Triple Cup, which Crouch had turned into a door key, in his hand did Lupin shout for them to leave.

Sherlock, of course, readily agreed, patting Harry on the shoulder: "Let's go—!"

The two of them felt a tug below their navels and were swept away by a colorful whirlwind.

"Do not--!"

Voldemort cried out in despair.

He tried to stop the two from leaving, but it was too late.

(End of this chapter)