Just a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

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Sherlock looked at the witch who was not as crazy and neurotic as in the portrait, and an inexplicable burst of sadness and sadness appeared in his heart.

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

And she has long been bound to Voldemort's main soul. The reason why Voldemort wanted to get rid of her is because the influence between the two souls is too great.

Now that Voldemort's main soul is completely dead, Sally's remnant will also disappear.

This is something that no one can stop, even Sherlock in this state.

As if seeing Sherlock's mood at this time, Sally patted his shoulder in relief.

"I died more than ten years ago, there's nothing to be sad about, Sherlock. But if you can, can you do me a favor?"

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

"You say."

"Actually, the person I'm most sorry for is my husband. I selfishly for his safety, let me forget everything we have experienced. I hope you can help me to release the oblivion curse on Sherlock's father, now there is no What's the danger, I don't want him to lie all his life, and he should know what a liar his former wife was."

After saying these words, Sally's body became more and more sullen, until Sherlock nodded solemnly to her and promised her, her body was so illusory that she couldn't see clearly unless she looked closely. degree.

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

It was like saying goodbye to him, and it was like saying goodbye to Dumbledore Snape and Professor McGonagall who were behind him.

Except for Sherlock, Dumbledore and the others didn't hear or see Sally's presence.

After seeing Sherlock's face completely softened, Professor McGonagall looked at him nervously.

"So...what's the situation now? Sherlock."

Sherlock turned around, looked at Dumbledore Snape and McGonagall who were watching him, and exhaled slowly.

"The current situation is..."

Before you know it, it's early morning.

The spring sun rises from the horizon, and the warm morning sun shines through the mountains to Hogwarts Castle. It also passes through the bedroom window and shines on Sherlock's face. His face shows more than this. Chaoyang has a brighter and more beautiful smile.

"There will be no Voldemort ever again!"

......

What happened in Harry's bedroom 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.

Few people know about the existence of Horcruxes, and Voldemort's explosion in front of so many people is enough to convince everyone in the magic world that this black devil who has influenced the magic world for almost half a century is completely dead. .

Sherlock, who was originally known to most wizards, has become completely unknown to everyone in the past few days.

He completely inherited Dumbledore's influence in the magical world before, even more than him. After all, he was only in his twenties when his reputation reached its peak.

Sherlock was invited by many wizarding organizations, and countless owls flew to his office every day.

The Ministry of Magic will give him the position of honorary minister for life, and Wizengamot will invite him to be the second great magician. This position is reserved for the next chief great magician. The International Federation of Wizards invited him to join as the vice-chairman. There are countless invitations like this.

But none of the invitations received a reply.

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

And Sherlock, the party involved who made such a historic feat and excited and boiled the entire wizarding world, never stepped out of the Hogwarts castle since the day Voldemort died.

He was still calmly teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts classes to his students, like he used to be every day, or, in his spare time, was fishing and having a picnic by the Black Lake with a certain math and divination professor.

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

Until a week later, in a top nursing home in London.

Sherlock took Silk's hand and sat together in front of the old duke's hospital bed.

His disease has reached the point where there is no cure, even in the magic world, there is no way to prolong his life.

"I don't blame her."

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, but she always The one I love the most, isn't it?"

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 beautiful world."

Sherlock turned to look at Shilk, who was also looking at him at the same time.

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

"She is the most beautiful world in my life."