Just a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor - v2 Chapter 425 Mother

Voldemort never imagined that he would one day fall into such a situation.

In front of all the Aurors and their subordinates in the magic world, he was forced to disintegrate and commit suicide. Now, his soul has been completely controlled, and he has become a prisoner under the order.

If it were just a day ago, even if he killed Voldemort, he would never have imagined that he would become like this.

And now he is really going to be beaten to death.

In front of Snape and the others, the black mist in Sherlock's palm was like an illusory water vapor, without any physical qualities at all.

Hearing Sherlock's words, he was constantly smashing into the invisible barrier that trapped him in his hand. Even though he was desperate, Voldemort, who still wanted to escape, finally stopped his futile actions.

Always pursuing true immortality, Voldemort, who used to be a nightmare for countless wizards, was very afraid of death.

He tried his best to escape from death, but now his life and death are under Sherlock's control, which made him completely abandon his dignity and face, and begged for mercy.

"Let me go, Sherlock. Now I have no threat to you or the entire magic world. I can make a contract with you, as long as you can keep me alive!"

Sherlock didn't answer his plea, but lifted him up.

"Why don't we listen to the thoughts of the other three professors. If one of them thinks you can be forgiven, then you may still have a chance, Voldemort."

Sherlock's words, whether true or not, were regarded as the last straw by Voldemort, and he began to beg his former subordinates.

"Severus, I used to admire you the most! Do you remember when you first joined the Death Eaters? I treat you differently from everyone else, and you swore your allegiance to me for the rest of your life, let me live , Severus..."

However, Snape looked at him with nothing but endless indifference.

"Have you ever thought that when you were going to find Potter that year, I also begged you to let Lily go?"

"That time I agreed! I'm going to let that woman go! She's obsessed! She wants to die for her son!"

"So on that day! The one who swore allegiance to you! Stupid! Ignorance! Sinful Severus Snape was dead! So should you!"

Hearing Snape's heartless words, Voldemort knew that his once loyal subordinate was the one who hated him the most.

Instead of continuing to entangle, he turned to Professor McGonagall.

"Professor McGonagall, Dean of Gryffindor House, I know you are a kind professor... So are you willing to give me a chance? Bad students will have a chance to correct their mistakes, I should have it, I still have regretful..."

But before he could finish his words about survival, Professor McGonagall interrupted him with a look of disgust.

"Students have the opportunity to repent because they still don't know what is right and wrong, and there is also the possibility of education, but you are different, black devil, I am sure that you do not regret all the mistakes you have made now, just I regret why I accidentally fell into this field. For the mistakes you made, the only thing you can make up for is to give your life!"

Professor McGonagall's words were firm and firm, and completely cut off the illusion that Voldemort had in her heart.

His last, and only hope, was Dumbledore alone.

Before he could take the initiative to speak, Dumbledore looked at the black gaseous Voldemort with his blue eyes and spoke softly.

"Part of the reason you became what you are today is because of my failure to educate you, Tom."

Voldemort's mood was obviously excited. He didn't have the slightest hope for Dumbledore before, but from these words, he could hear some possibility!

"Yes - so now you have a chance to redeem your failure - Professor Dumbledore! You can lead me on the right path again - you can change the mistakes you made!"

He said eagerly and sincerely.

But the expression on Dumbledore's face did not change at all, he still said that calmly.

"It's not me who should make up for this regret, Tom, and you haven't figured out what I want to say to you. You have no chance in the world of the living, perhaps in death, which you fear most. During the journey, there may be another kind of new life.”

Dumbledore's words made Voldemort explode.

He has finally seen the reality now and knows that there is no way to escape the fate of death today.

"You **** hypocrites! Why give anyone else a chance! But not me! I just killed a few people! What other big mistakes? You have no reverence for magic and wizarding blood!!"

"This is your last word?"

Sherlock's emotionless voice sounded, and at the same time he slowly tightened his fingers.

"Before you die, don't you have any other meaningful words to stay?"

Voldemort, who was in the state of black fog, was being consumed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his painful and hateful voice uttered the final curse!

"Sherlock! You won't have a good outcome! I'm going to curse you! Curse you will end up like me..."

However, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com hadn't even waited for his verbal curse to be fully uttered, and the black mist completely dissipated in Sherlock's hands.

At the same time, a witch appeared in front of Sherlock's eyes.

The appearance of that witch was so familiar to him, so familiar that when he saw her for the first time, he instinctively murmured the name of her from his mouth.

"Mother…"

Sally looked at him as tenderly as water, her eyes were exactly the same as when Lily looked at Harry before.

Sherlock came back to his senses after calling out that title.

This is obviously a spontaneous reaction of the body after the fusion of the soul. He has been completely integrated with the soul that was originally left after Sherlock's death. The familiarity and gratitude brought by Sally initiated his instinct.

By now, Sherlock became a little nervous.

The figure in front of him is obviously the remnant of Sally that has been hiding in the depths of Voldemort's soul, and what attitude should Sherlock take to face her now?

Before Sherlock struggled with how to speak, Sally reached out and touched his hair.

"I know you're not him, but it's not your problem, child. You have lived a more wonderful and admirable life for him, and I should say thank you for him."

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