Just a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

Voldemort never thought that he would one day end up in such a situation.

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

One day ago, even if he killed Voldemort, he would never have imagined that he would become like this.

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

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

After hearing Sherlock's words, Voldemort, who was still trying to escape even though he was desperate, finally stopped his futile actions in the palm of his hand against the invisible barrier that trapped him.

Always pursuing true immortality, Voldemort, who had been the nightmare of countless wizards, was afraid of death.

He had spent his whole life trying to escape death, and now his life and death were completely controlled by Sherlock, which made him completely abandon his dignity and face and beg for mercy.

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

Sherlock made no reply to his pleas, but lifted him up.

"How about 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."

Regardless of whether Sherlock's words were true or false, Voldemort regarded them as the last straw, and he began to beg for help from his former subordinates.

"Severus, I used to appreciate you the most! Do you remember when you first joined the Death Eaters? I treated you differently from others. You also swore to be loyal to me for the rest of your life. Let me live. , Severus..."

However, Snape looked at him with only endless indifference.

"Have you ever thought about how I begged you to let Lily go when you were preparing to go find Potter?"

"I agreed that time! I was also prepared to let that woman go! She was obsessed with it! She wanted to die for her son!"

"So on that day! That foolish! ignorant! sinful Severus Snape who swore allegiance to you was dead! And so should you!"

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

Instead of continuing to pester him, he turned to Professor McGonagall.

"Dean of Gryffindor House, Professor McGonagall, I know you are a kind professor... so are you willing to give me a chance? Bad students will have a chance to correct themselves when they make mistakes. I should also have it. I also There are those who repent…”

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

"Students have the opportunity to repent because they don't know right from wrong and the possibility of education. But you are different, the Dark Lord. I can be sure that you don't regret all the mistakes you have made now. It's just I regret why I accidentally ended up in this situation. The only thing you can do to make up for the mistake you made is to give up your life!"

Professor McGonagall's words were decisive, completely cutting off any illusions Voldemort had about her.

His last and only hope was Dumbledore.

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

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

Voldemort was obviously excited. He had never had the slightest hope for Dumbledore before, but from these words, he could hear a possibility!

"Yes - so now you still 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 urgently and extremely sincerely.

But the expression on Dumbledore's face did not change at all, and he still spoke so calmly.

"It's not me who should make up for this regret, Tom. You haven't thought clearly about what I want to say to you yet. You have no chance in the world of the living. Perhaps in the death that scares you the most, Maybe you can get another new life during the journey.”

Dumbledore's words made Voldemort completely explode.

He finally saw the reality and knew that there was no way to escape the fate of death no matter what today.

"You damn hypocrites! Why can you give anyone else a chance! But not me! I just killed a few people! What other big mistakes have I made? You are just afraid of my power! Afraid of my talent ! You have no respect for magic and wizard blood!"

"Are these your last words?"

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

"Don't you have anything else meaningful to say before you die?"

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

"Sherlock! Nothing good will happen to you! I'm going to curse you! Curse you to end up like me..."

However, before he could even finish the verbal curse, the black mist completely dissipated in Sherlock's hands.

At the same time, a figure of a witch appeared in front of Sherlock.

The witch's appearance was so familiar to him, so familiar that when he saw her for the first time, he instinctively murmured her name.

"Mother……"

Sally looked at him as tenderly as water, the same look as 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 soul fusion. He has completely integrated with the soul that survived Sherlock's death. The familiarity and intimacy brought by Sally triggered his instinct.

By now Sherlock was getting a little nervous.

The figure in front of him is obviously the remnant soul of Sally that has been hidden deep in Voldemort's soul, and how should Sherlock face her now?

Before Sherlock could figure out what to say, Sally reached out and touched his hair.

"I know you are not him, but this is not your problem, child. You have lived a more wonderful life for him and worthy of admiration from others. I should say thank you to you on his behalf."