Just a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

"Actually, you are a very capable wizard."

Bella's voice echoed in the hall, and she did not hesitate to praise Sherlock in her words, and even tried to offer him an olive branch.

"If you are willing to take the initiative to plead guilty to the Dark Lord and become his most loyal subordinate, then maybe the master will no longer pursue the things you have done."

Sherlock sat on the ground, took out a golden locket with rust on the surface from his pocket, and nodded.

"This may indeed be a good choice. Join the Death Eaters and keep yourself alive. As long as you are loyal to the Dark Lord. And I am not an Auror. I have no recognition of the Ministry of Magic. Even if I rebel, I have no psychology at all. pressure."

His words were so sincere that Bella really thought he was moved, but Sherlock's conversation suddenly changed.

"But I killed three of you. I remember one of them was your husband's brother. If I surrendered to the Dark Lord, you and your wife wouldn't kill me secretly, right?"

Everyone focused on the conversation between Sherlock and Bella, and almost no one noticed that the black slate that was originally beside Sherlock, pointed at by countless wands, was getting closer and closer to him.

"With the Dark Lord's orders, no one dares to touch you!"

As Bella spoke, she also waved to the Death Eaters behind her, slowly approaching Sherlock, putting pressure on him.

The black slate had already fallen into Sherlock's hands.

He held the slate in one hand and the locket in the other, and the smile on his face grew brighter.

"But these words now are just your words. The Dark Lord is not here. How do I know that I will survive? Unless you let the Dark Lord come here himself."

Bella scowled.

"Master, who is he? How could he come here in person for such a thing!"

The smile on Sherlock's face gradually turned playful, and he stared at Bella's left arm.

"Is this really the case? Then why did you summon him in the first place? And the people here are basically all the main forces of the Death Eaters, right? With such a large formation, why did you summon him so anxiously? Why don't you come over?"

Bella's gloomy eyes met Sherlock's eyes. Sherlock didn't avoid it at all. He held the slate and the locket in each hand and said with a smile.

"Could it be that something happened to him tonight? Even if you summoned him so urgently, he couldn't come, right?"

"Shut up!" Bella screamed sharply.

And at this moment, a cold and ominous black mist suddenly penetrated around this bright hall!

The black mist seems to be endless, constantly gathering from all directions!

The first time they saw the black mist, Bella and the Death Eaters all had expressions of surprise on their faces.

"Owner!"

At the same time that the black mist appeared, Sherlock noticed something was wrong.

He has grown up. At this time, Voldemort in his heyday is really here!

Without any further hesitation, he directly put the locket that brought him and Snape to this time together with the black slate!

A burst of golden light instantly enveloped the two objects together!

Just as the golden light lit up, the black mist gathered around Bella and solidified, turning into a handsome wizard wearing black robes with a cold temperament.

The moment the wizard appeared, all the Death Eaters behind him, including Bella, knelt down on one knee.

"Owner!"

Tom Riddle, who had not yet become noseless, whose appearance was still online, and whose IQ had declined but had not yet reached its lowest point, did not even look at the men behind him.

From the moment he appeared until now, he had been staring coldly at Sherlock, who was enveloped in a burst of golden light, and then stretched out his pale and slender right hand.

Black smoke spreads in the hall, surrounding the golden light, as if trying to intervene in the transformation.

However, when it was about one meter closer to Sherlock, all the black mist could no longer move forward!

There was a sudden sound of the hands on the clock turning.

There is no source or warning, from weak to strong, the "ta-da-da" sound is getting louder and faster!

It was like the last cry of a hunted man.

Then, with a sound like something breaking, all the sounds suddenly stopped!

The golden light suddenly shrank, and the place where Sherlock originally stood was empty except for a black stone slab suspended in the air.

The hall fell into silence, but the silence lasted for less than a second.

That stone slab shattered into countless pieces in front of everyone!

The Death Eaters kneeling on the ground trembled involuntarily after hearing the sound of the stone shattering.

Riddle's face was very pale, an abnormal paleness. He seemed to have just experienced a very violent consumption, which left him in a very bad state.

Seeing the slates scattered on the ground, he clenched his hands tightly into fists and wore a locket with a poisonous snake inlaid on his chest. It swayed with the violent rise and fall of his chest, and an angry roar sounded here. echoed in the hall.

"Trash! You bunch of trash!"

...

"How have you been doing in school recently?"

Snape, who had turned into Slughorn, suppressed his trembling voice and tried his best to ask calmly.

Lily leaned back against the chair with her fingers crossed, stretched out her arms, and tilted her head as if thinking about how to answer Snape's question.

"It's not bad, actually. Although there is no one I can really confide in, I have a good relationship with everyone."

"Confidential friends?" Snape asked casually, "Don't you have the best relationship with Severus? Doesn't he count?"

When "Slughorn" mentioned Snape's name, Lily's expression was a little gloomy.

"Don't mention him anymore, professor. I have completely broken up with him. We are no longer friends, and we will never have any relationship again."

Hearing such words, Snape's mouth twitched uncontrollably. He seemed to want to smile, but his body was out of control. No matter how hard he tried, his face was still full of sadness.

"Why is that? Is it because he cursed you? I heard that he already knew he was wrong and has been apologizing to you."

Lily's attention was not on Snape's face, so she didn't see "Slughorn" showing such a strange expression. She pouted and muttered.

"I know he didn't mean it at the time. The Potters did too much and stimulated him, so he said that."

"The real problem with him is that he hangs out with Rossel, Wilkes and others all day long. You know what kind of people they are. The lifelong goal of those people is to follow that person. When he chatted with me before, he never concealed his admiration for that person."

"And the spells popular in the castle, the dark spells such as the inverted bell, the ear plugging and the tongue blocking, were all invented by him."

"He is getting more and more different from before. I am very scared. I am very scared that he will become that person's servant in the future, a person who burns, kills, robs, and does all kinds of evil. thugs. "

"I tried to persuade him and stop him, but he never really let go. He seemed to be born for those dark things, he got along well with those people, and he was so proficient in the mastery of black magic. "

"Until the moment he cursed me with that word, I really made up my mind. He and I have never been on the same path. He tried to pull me to his side, and I tried to pull him to my side, but neither of us succeeded. "

"Instead of this, it is better to cut it off completely. Even if we become enemies in the future, we will not feel embarrassed for each other. "

Lily was like a young girl who found someone to talk to, and she said all her thoughts.

But she didn't notice that the expression on Professor Slughorn's face became more and more painful.

"Then...will you still forgive him?"

"Hmm~"

Lily raised her head, as if she thought of something beautiful, and said with a smile.

"If one day, he really reforms, stops getting involved with those people, stops studying those messy magics, and honestly studies the potions that interest him most, well, it would be best if he could come to Hogwarts and become a professor! The professors in the castle are all good people. If he can become a professor, it means that he has really changed for the better. At that time, I will look at him with new eyes, and we may be friends again." Her words hit Snape's heart like a sledgehammer. He stared blankly at the smiling girl who seemed to have thought of a beautiful scene, and the complex emotions in his heart burst out in his skull! Snape didn't know whether he should cry or laugh now. He finally achieved all of Lily's expectations of him. He reached the standard that she could forgive him, and he did all the requirements! But the person who hoped to forgive him was gone... Lily's death made him wake up, but after waking up, whose forgiveness was he trying to get? Tears silently flowed down Snape's face. He opened his mouth, wanting to cry out, but no sound could come out of his throat.

He looked at the girl sitting beside him alive in front of him, and suddenly an extremely crazy idea came into his mind.

He wanted to tell her everything. He wanted to tell her that he really became better as she expected!

If she didn't believe it, he would take out his memory and let her see it with her own eyes!

No longer care about the agreement with Sherlock, and no longer care about that history!

Tell her everything! Let her know everything that happened later!

Just when Snape had planned to do this regardless of the consequences and was about to speak, he suddenly disappeared in the classroom!

Five seconds later, Lily realized that she was the only one left here. She looked around with a blank face and shouted in confusion.

"Professor Slughorn?"

However, there was no response in the empty classroom. Only the magic notebook in her pocket could prove that someone had really talked to her just now.