Just a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

Using a professional metaphor from the scientific side, this ball can be called the "service terminal" of magic. To use a more magical term, it is the "origin" of all wizards' magical abilities.

Sherlock stared at the ball, dazed.

He can be sure that this origin has no thought and is completely a dead thing.

It's like it has been programmed before. It will only operate according to the established rules and will not have any ideas of its own or be manipulated by anyone.

From the moment he arrived at this place, Sherlock felt extremely familiar with this ball, as if he had had some close contact with this thing before, but in his memory, he felt that it was very familiar to him. first time seeing it.

Just when Sherlock was lost in thought, the light ball that had been rotating quietly suddenly flashed a white light, and an unknown scene flashed in Sherlock's mind.

The location of the picture is still here, colorful light fills every space, and a transparent figure suddenly breaks in.

Sherlock looked at the ghost-like figure and was completely stunned.

That person is himself!

It's just that it's not Sherlock in this body now, but the person he was in his previous life before he traveled to this world!

Rather than saying that Sherlock broke in on his own, it was more like he was forced in by some unknown force, because he was in a state of unconsciousness in his soul form and didn't seem to be able to rely on himself at all. Coming to a place that can be said to be a wizard's palace.

After Sherlock's soul was unconsciously pulled into this space, the light ball obviously shut down for a while.

It seems that it has encountered some problem that is difficult to solve and cannot be solved at all, causing its program to become stuck with bugs.

The light in the entire space dimmed, but this situation only lasted a short moment. The light ball seemed to have found a way to fix the bug. The colorful light continued to shine, and Sherlock's soul floated in. He was also thrown out of this space again.

But even though he only stayed here for a few seconds, Sherlock's soul was still tainted with certain characteristics unique to the "origin". The transparent soul was vaguely flashing with colorful light, and then the whole picture became like this. Finish.

After reading this past image, Sherlock's feeling when he stared at the ball of light suddenly changed.

He now has great reason to suspect that the reason why he traveled to this world is because of this "server terminal" in the magical world.

It is very likely that there was a bug when it was running, and it brought the soul of the person who fell into the water and died in the previous life to this space. Later, in order to solve the bug, it was thrown into another wizard who had just died in the magic world, so there was This time he traveled through time.

After thinking clearly about the cause and effect, Sherlock's eyes were a little complicated.

If there hadn't been something wrong with the ball of light, he wouldn't have had to experience the dangers and encounters of this world at all.

But actually thinking about it again, what he has experienced since coming here, he has gained far more than what he has to pay.

If Sherlock was given a chance to choose, he would definitely choose to come to this world without any hesitation.

The people and things he meets in this world are more precious than anything else, especially Silk.

After sighing for a moment, Sherlock also conducted a complete inspection of his body in confusion.

At this time, he was in better shape than ever before, and he didn't find any problems.

This made him a little curious about whether the "origin" contaminated by this light ball had any adverse effects on him after he came to this space.

Just when he was puzzled by this, a colorful light floated out of his body.

The light seemed to be very excited and circled around the light ball, then merged into the surrounding space and disappeared.

This is obviously the "origin" that the soul of his previous life took with him when he first came to this space.

But now that his soul is perfect and he is qualified to come to this space again, this light ball has pulled him in again, probably in order to take back this thing that should not belong to the magic world.

But even now, Sherlock still doesn't know what impact this "origin" that has been following him for four years has on him.

Just as he was thinking, the ball of light had repaired all the bugs. At this time, it had no intention of keeping Sherlock to treat him to a cup of tea, and kicked him out of the space.

Sherlock felt the scenery in front of him change, and the next moment, he was back in Harry's spiritual world.

His somatosensory experience seemed to have passed for at least an hour, but to the outside world, it was only a few seconds.

Harry was still looking at him nervously, but Voldemort was no longer around.

Just now, Harry watched with his own eyes that the Dark Lord, feared by countless people, melted like butter on a hot pan under Sherlock's hands and completely disappeared.

"Professor, is Voldemort...dead?"

Harry watched Sherlock open his eyes before he stammered.

Sherlock slowly came back to his senses at this time. He first briefly became familiar with his body, which had undergone earth-shaking changes, and then answered Harry's question.

"The one just now is just a remnant soul that has been hiding in your body for more than ten years, Harry. The real Voldemort is still planning to take over your body, and wants to completely replace you."

Harry was obviously more nervous, but Sherlock's next words made him relax a lot.

"But I think I've found him..."

Sherlock narrowed his eyes, and after he whispered these words, his whole body disappeared in front of Harry's eyes.

Outside Harry's body, in the Gryffindor dormitory.

Sherlock, who had been standing there with his eyes closed and not making any movement, suddenly opened his eyes, and his hands were clenched into fists as if he had grasped something.

Seeing that he finally reacted, Snape and Professor McGonagall, who were waiting anxiously, suddenly became energetic, and even Dumbledore showed a look of concentration on his face.

"how's it going?"

Snape couldn't help but asked with an anxiety he never showed.

Sherlock did not answer his question, but stretched out the hand that was clenched into a fist, and slowly loosened his fingers in front of them.

In the palm of his hand, there was a thick black fog that was constantly trying to break through a transparent barrier and escape from here.

"Come and say hello to everyone with your true self, Voldemort."