The black fog was not blocked by the real object. It passed through the gravel and completely enveloped Sherlock.

The iron armor curse that had been maintained around Sherlock played a role at this time, and the defensive magic resisted part of the erosion of this black fog, but it was only part of it.

"Avadassaudi!"

The sharp spell sound came from the black fog again. This time Sherlock was unable to make preparations in advance. His control magic was restricted in this black fog, limited to three meters, and there was no way to detect information three meters away.

Sherlock could only roll on an ugly donkey from where he came. The dark green light rubbed against the hem of his robe and hit the ground, leaving a small piece of charred land.

This continued, and he could only be passively beaten. Voldemort's life-seeking curse was like a cat playing with a mouse. The claws that popped out from time to time could appear at any time.

Fortunately, Sherlock is not really unable to fight back. No matter what, even if his current combat power is worse than Voldemort and Dumbledore, it is not so bad that he can't see at first sight.

After successfully avoiding the second life-seeking curse, Sherlock controlled the wands floating beside him without hesitation and arranged them into a circle around him.

"Divine Feng Wuying!"

The invisible blade is centered on Sherlock and spreads outward in an instant and cuts across the waist!

The trees around were cut off one after another, and even the black fog that was thicker than the night seemed to have been cut into a gap.

But there was no sound of sharp blades entering the flesh around him, and Sherlock's attack seemed to have no effect at all, but the few black cloth pieces that fell in the wind proved that even if Voldemort avoided his spell, he was not as relaxed as possible.

Sherlock narrowed his eyes, his breathing became more rapid, and his attention became tense.

Whether it is hurt or not, it is a good thing to have the result of the battle!

......

The third competition event, the center of the maze, was originally placed in the Thousand Trophy Cup.

Shilk's pair of released pupils saw all the passing of the stone piers used to store the trophy.

From the beginning, it was made by Hagrid, and then it was placed in the maze before the Stronghold Cup, and then Dumbledore put it on his own in front of the referees. Then, in the middle of the night, a wizard who was covered in a gray robe, could not see clearly walked to the stone pier. He seemed to have used some complicated magic on the Stronghold Cup, and it took him two hours to complete it, and then disappeared and left.

Finally, she also saw the Harry that Cedric and Sherlock became, and came to the stone pier in the center of the maze. The two raised the trophy together, and finally disappeared at the same time.

The first time of the time was over, and Shilk's golden pupils were obviously dimmed a little.

She closed her eyes, her breathing was a little confused, and she said to Dumbledore in a hurry.

"The trophy originally here was changed to a door key, and both of them were teleported away by this door key."

As soon as Shilk said this, a huge uproar suddenly erupted around him.

"Someone attacked the Three-Street Cup? Teleported Porter and Diggory away?" Professor McGonagall's face was extremely difficult to see. If she hadn't known that Shilk was not a joke that way, she would have doubted the authenticity of what she said.

Mrs. Weasley was very panicked.

"There must be a way to save Harry and the other two, right?"

Cedric's parents looked extremely decadent, and they could only look at Dumbledore hoping that he could say something useful.

Fudge had long since disappeared from the aggressiveness at the beginning. His face was a little embarrassed, and he stared at Dumbledore with doubts. At this time, he was still thinking about whether this was Dumbledore's conspiracy.

Dumbledore heard Shilk's words, but his eyes looked at several referees, including Fudge.

"It was not Harry who was teleported away. Harry is now in a safe place. Harry, who participated in the third event, was transformed by Sherlock."

His words completely exploded the people around him.

“Professor Forrest has become!”

"I said Harry's performance today is a bit strange." Hermione murmured to himself.

Mrs. Weasley looked at Bill, and the worries in their eyes did not fade much.

But most of the students' voices were fortunate. In their hearts, Sherlock was undoubtedly a very powerful wizard. Under such sudden accidents, his situation must be much better than Harry.

Several referees, including Fudge, were shocked when they heard the news.

Mrs. Maxim said with a frown.

"You knew before the game started that an accident would happen?"

Dumbledore's eyes did not look at her, and he was staring at someone before answering Mrs. Maxim's question.

"We don't know that we have made a preventive move just to ensure Harry's safety. I think everyone's ideas should be the same as me. No matter how rare it is to re-host this event that has not been held for centuries, there is no precious thing for a student's life."

Under Dumbledore's gaze, Bagman has now come back to his senses from the shock that Harry was actually Sherlock who participated in the competition.

He still looked normal and his expression was surprised, but because he was worried about how Voldemort would react when he saw the person sent to him, Sherlock, not Harry.

This scene naturally fell into Dumbledore's eyes.

Just as Dumbledore announced the news, Shilk also opened his eyes again at the stone pier and tried to watch the second time backtrack.

Her focus was on the mysterious man in gray robe.

It’s not that I want to know his identity, but that I want to see clearly the transformation door key technique he used in the Stronghold Cup, and where the place is.

But her goal of going back was not the Strong Three Cup itself. This stone pier was just a medium and did not directly contact the casting of spells. Even if Shilk spent his energy to see, he could only see some vague stick-waving gestures.

After the second time backtrack ended, two dazzling blood marks appeared on her face.

Using such a ability will cause great harm to her, which is why she blindfolded her eyes with a black ribbon.

But Shilk had no intention of stopping.

But before starting the third time backtrack, she tightened the pendant on her neck, without hesitation, pulled out the bottle stopper, and drank the golden liquid inside.

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