Sherlock Holmes at Hogwarts.

Chapter 110 I thought you were so cruel

Before the battle began, Sherlock had already reached a consensus with Harry.

Don't even think about relying on magic in this battle.

No matter how talented the three first-year students were, they could never be a match for a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

Not to mention that Voldemort is behind Quirrell.

Therefore, this battle is to draw on historical experience and replicate the battle in the Forbidden Forest.

Taking advantage of the opportunity given to him by Harry and Hermione, Sherlock drew his sword without saying a word and stabbed Quirrell.

However, this time a snake made of black smoke appeared out of thin air between the two of them and directly wrapped around Sherlock's sword-holding arm.

"You idiot! You can't use the same trick on me a second time!"

Quirrell laughed triumphantly.

Ever since Sherlock stabbed him in the Forbidden Forest, he has been conducting special investigations.

Knowing that Sherlock was an unconventional wizard, how could he not be on guard?
Today he will avenge the sword attack in the Forbidden Forest!
"Avada Kedavra!"

Because Sherlock had just scolded him so harshly, Quirrell did not hesitate and used the Killing Curse directly on Sherlock.

The originally small room was instantly illuminated by green light, and Quirrell's originally pale face now turned even greener.

His face was full of ferocity.

At such a close distance, there was no way Sherlock could dodge.

This nasty little wizard must die!

Harry and Hermione were horrified and they chanted the spell again.

It didn't work.

Quirrell had already made preparations. With the help of defensive spells and armor spells, he directly bounced the two people's spells back at them.

Harry's wand flew out.

Hermione's legs snapped together, and she lost her balance while charging forward, falling to the ground with the wand in her hand flung far away.

At this moment, both of them who had lost their weapons were in despair.

Hermione even closed her eyes.

She even had a thought in her mind: could the Felicis Felicis that Snape gave to Harry be fake?
But the next moment, Quirrell's incredulous voice rang out:

"This is impossible!"

Hermione quickly raised her head and saw Sherlock holding a sword in his right hand and a shield in his left hand, in a standard defensive posture.

Quirrell still held his wand and pointed it at Sherlock, but he couldn't hide the astonishment on his face.

She had no idea what was going on.

But Harry saw it all clearly.

When Sherlock rushed to Quirrell, he had already put away his wand in his other hand and replaced it with a shield.

Of course Harry recognized this shield; its core material was Hagrid's custom-made rock cake.

In the battle of the Forbidden Forest, it had already proved its defensive capabilities by blocking the Heart-Erosion Curse.

Now facing the Killing Curse, it still did not disappoint.

The moment the spell hit the shield, an explosion occurred directly at the point where the spell and the shield came into contact, and green flames soared into the air.

Under the influence of the strong shock wave, Sherlock and Quirrell both took several steps back.

The black snake that was originally wrapped around Sherlock's arm disappeared.

At this time, Quirrell was stunned.

This is the Killing Curse, the first of the three unforgivable curses!

Death curse!

Only one person in history has ever survived this spell, and that was Harry Potter.

It’s impossible for anyone else to do it!
"Idiot, there's something wrong with his shield!"

At this moment, Voldemort's hoarse voice sounded again.

When Quirrell was scolded by Voldemort, he suddenly realized what was going on.

When the Killing Curse is successfully cast on a living person or other creature, the victim is killed instantly and usually leaves no trace.

However, it can still be blocked by solid obstacles, such as walls and shields, and its success rate mainly depends on the solidity of the obstacle.

Since the shield in Sherlock's hand can block the killing curse, it means that it is strong enough.

"Correct answer, but unfortunately there is no reward."

In this brief moment, Sherlock stepped forward again and swung his sword at Quirrell.

"I told you, you can't use the same trick on me a second time!"

This time, it was vines that Quirrell summoned.

Unlike the black snake just now, the vines continued to extend towards Sherlock's body after wrapping around his arm.

It seems like he's going to tie Sherlock up if they have a disagreement.

At the same time he raised his wand again and pointed it at Sherlock.

This time, the Killing Curse would definitely hit Sherlock directly.

At such a close distance, he didn't even have the space to raise his shield!
"Really? What about this?"

Quirrell never expected that Sherlock's other hand would remain in the shield-raising position and smash towards Quirrell fiercely.

Just as he had thought, there was no way to dodge at such a close distance.

Not only was Sherlock unable to dodge his spell, he was also unable to dodge Sherlock's shield attack.

Most wizards are not physically strong.

This is especially true for Quirrell.

After being parasitized by Voldemort, his vitality had to be used to nourish the latter, making his already weak body even weaker.

Sherlock's shield hit Quirrell hard in the face.

He leaned back and staggered backwards.

From the time Quirrell used the Killing Curse but was blocked by the shield, to the second time he tried to use the Killing Curse but was repelled by Sherlock's shield.

The process may sound complicated, but it is actually just a matter of quick action.

Harry had no time to pick up his wand. He remembered Sherlock's special training for him during this period, and he had witnessed Sherlock knock Quirrell back with one punch, so he rushed forward resolutely.

Taking advantage of the moment when Quirrell's defense was broken by Sherlock and the goal was wide open, he also threw a punch.

A serious punch.

Quirrell never expected that Sherlock was not the only one who could fight.

Harry's punch hit Quirrell right in the face, and the latter's wailing screams echoed throughout the room.

For some reason, this sound made Harry feel particularly excited.

He slapped Voldemort in the face!

This Dark Lord, whose name the entire wizarding world dared not even mention, was slapped in the face by himself!

He could even feel that when this punch hit Voldemort, the pain from the scar on his forehead lessened a lot.

"continue!"

"Roger that!"

Sherlock and Harry punched at the same time, just as they had practiced, and their fists hit the back of Quirrell's head, or rather, Voldemort's face.

This time, Sherlock was keenly aware of something unusual.

When it comes to boxing, Harry is obviously very talented, but he is still a long way behind himself.

Judging from the two punches just now, it was mainly because Quirrell was too weak, and the Felicity Potion took effect, so he was hit continuously by Harry.

Even so, his fist should be heavier than Harry's.

But when Harry hit Quirrell with his first punch, the wail he made was far more miserable than the one he had punched him with.

This time, attacked from both sides, his fist was still heavier than Harry's.

However, blisters appeared one after another in an instant where Quirrell's fists had touched Harry, as if they had been scalded.

Sherlock even heard a sharp explosion on Quirrell's skin before Quirrell screamed.

It took Sherlock less than a second to understand.

This is what Dumbledore wants!

The effect is so good?

"Harry, catch him!"

"understand!"

Although Harry didn't understand the reason, he had already formed the habit of following orders over the past year.

So without saying anything, he grabbed Quirrell's arm firmly with both hands.

"what--!"

Quirrell immediately let out a series of screams, "Master, my hand—my hand!"

He tried desperately to get rid of Harry, but Harry, having received Sherlock's clear instructions, refused to let go no matter what.

But at this moment, the scar on his forehead suddenly began to hurt violently.

This made him feel a little confused.

It clearly didn't hurt when I slapped Voldemort in the face just now.

Not only that, some images even appeared in his mind:
A tall, thin man with glasses and messy black hair was shouting and trying to stop the enemy.

A beautiful woman with crimson hair begged but fell down helplessly.

And that pale green light and wild laughter.

The severe pain made him unable to control his body anymore.

Despite his best efforts, he could still feel Quirrell's arms pulling away from him in a daze.

But then he felt someone pick up his hand again.

Then he lost consciousness.

Sherlock naturally noticed Harry's abnormality.

In order to prevent Quirrell from breaking free, he rushed forward and pressed Quirrell to the ground with his knee.

Originally, his weight was not enough to knock an adult to the ground.

Yet he had Harry.

While pinning Quirrell down, Sherlock simply took Harry's hand and pressed it against the back of Quirrell's head, which was Voldemort's face.

"what--!"

The screams resounded throughout the room once again.

The voice was so miserable that even Hermione, who had just barely stood up, couldn't help but feel a surge of sympathy.

Sherlock noticed, however, that this time the screams and wails were a duet.

Not just Quirrell, but also Voldemort.

The power that Dumbledore had high hopes for caused tons of damage to Voldemort himself.

Finally, a puff of black smoke suddenly emerged from Quirrell's head.

It floated in the air and solidified into Voldemort's ugly face without hair or nose.

"How dare you!"

The black smoke that came out of Quirrell's head floated into the air, forming the ugly appearance of Voldemort, who looked at Sherlock with a look full of resentment.

At this moment, his resentment towards Sherlock finally surpassed that towards Harry.

In his opinion, if it weren't for Sherlock, he would have obtained the Philosopher's Stone long ago.

"Do you think you would have gotten the Philosopher's Stone without me?"

At this moment, Sherlock suddenly spoke, startling Voldemort.

what's the situation?
Are first-year Hogwarts students now able to use Legilimency?
Sherlock glanced at Quirrell lying on the ground. He was no longer in human form. Even if he was saved, he would probably be a vegetable.

"I thought you were so cruel?"

Sherlock withdrew his gaze and looked at Voldemort, with the same disdain in his eyes as when he looked at Quirrell just now.

"That's it?"

(End of this chapter)