Just a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

Sherlock looked at the witch who was not as crazy or crazy as in the portrait, and felt an inexplicable sadness in his heart.

He knew that this was actually not Sally's soul at all. Just like he helped intercept Lily's remnant soul, Sally was also in an illusory state now.

Moreover, she had long been bound to Voldemort's main soul. The reason why Voldemort wanted to get rid of her was because the influence between the two souls was too great.

Now that Voldemort's main soul is completely dead, Sally's remaining soul will definitely disappear as well.

This is something that no one can stop, not even Sherlock in his current state.

As if she could see Sherlock's emotions at this time, Sally patted his shoulder in relief.

"I died more than ten years ago. There is nothing to be sad about, Sherlock. However, if you can, can you do me a favor?"

Sherlock raised his head and looked at this gentle and elegant witch.

"You say."

"Actually, the person I feel most sorry for is my husband. I selfishly made him forget everything we had experienced for the sake of his safety. I hope you can help me undo the forgetting spell on Sherlock's father. There is no more. What's so dangerous? I don't want him to lie all his life. It's time for him to know what a liar his former wife was."

After saying these words, Sally's body became lighter and lighter. Until Sherlock solemnly nodded to her and made a promise, her body was so unreal that it was difficult to see clearly without looking carefully. degree.

Finally, before leaving this world, she smiled at Sherlock and waved.

It was like saying goodbye to him, and also like saying goodbye to Dumbledore Snape, Professor McGonagall and others behind him.

Except for Sherlock, neither Dumbledore nor Dumbledore heard or saw Sally's presence.

After seeing Sherlock's expression completely calm down, Professor McGonagall looked at him nervously.

"So...how are things going now? Sherlock."

Sherlock turned around, looked at Dumbledore Snape and McGonagall, who were watching him, and let out a slow breath.

"The current situation is..."

It was already early morning before I knew it.

The spring sun rises from the horizon, and the warm morning sun shines through the mountains to Hogwarts Castle. It also shines through the dormitory window and shines on Sherlock's face. His face shows a look that is better than this. The rising sun makes a brighter and more beautiful smile.

"There will never be a Voldemort again!"

...

What happened in Harry's dormitory was a hundred times more dangerous than the wizarding battle in the afternoon. After Sherlock and Dumbledore discussed it together, they decided not to announce it to the public.

Very few people knew about the existence of Horcruxes, and Voldemort's explosion in front of so many people was enough to convince everyone in the magical world that the Dark Lord, who had influenced the magical world for almost half a century, was completely dead. .

Sherlock, who was already well known by most wizards, has become completely known to everyone in the past few days.

He has completely inherited Dumbledore's previous influence in the magical world, and even surpassed him. After all, he was only in his twenties when his reputation reached its peak.

Many wizarding organizations have extended invitations to Sherlock, and countless owls fly to his office every day.

The Ministry of Magic wants to give him the position of Honorary Minister for Life, and the Wizengamot wants to ask him to be the Second Grand Wizard. This position is specially reserved for the next Chief Magician. The International Federation of Wizards invites him to join as the Vice-President. There are countless invitations like this.

But none of the invitations received a reply.

No matter which organization sent the letters, they were all guarded in front of the office door all day long, and a crow named Fiddlesticks faithfully blocked the door.

And the person involved, Sherlock, who had performed such a historic feat that made the entire wizarding world excited and excited, had never stepped out of Hogwarts Castle since the day Voldemort died.

It was like every day before, he was still calmly teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts classes to the students, or in his free time, he was fishing and picnicking by the Black Lake with a certain Arithmetic Divination class professor.

No matter how the outside world changes, it seems that it has nothing to do with him.

Until a week after the incident, in a top nursing home in London.

Sherlock took Hilke's hand and sat beside the old Duke's bedside.

His illness has reached the point where there is no cure. Even in the magical world, there is no way to extend his life.

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There was no pain or unwillingness on the face of the scrawny Duke of Devonshire, only such peaceful tranquility.

"When I was with your mother, I knew what kind of person she was. I loved her and she loved me. Even though she always told me that she was not a qualified wife, she always He’s the one I love the most, isn’t he?”

A smile appeared on the old man's face, and he turned to look at the tightly held hands of Sherlock and Silk.

"The relationship between us is just like you and this girl. It is because of each other that we have this wonderful world."

Sherlock turned to look at Silk, and Silk also looked at him at the same time.

The two of them looked at each other and smiled, Sherlock held Silke's face, and their foreheads touched each other gently.

"She is the best world for me."

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