It's just a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

Chapter 198 Your Mother's Voice
"Why did you resign? You have been here for ten years, is there something wrong?"

Kruger stood up straight from his chair.

An ordinary employee would certainly not be like her, but Silk is not an ordinary employee. Since she took over the position of director of the Department of Mysteries, she has been training Silk as her successor.

Silk's face was calm, and he shook his head.

"There is nothing wrong with Si Li, it is my own problem."

She didn't say it clearly, and Kruger didn't ask deeply, but said very seriously.

"You have to think about it, Vera. You should know what the ministry's plans for your future will be if you stay. And if you leave, where else can you go?"

Silk didn't make a sound at the first moment, but seemed to think of something, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised, showing a smile that Kruger had never seen since he knew her!

"I've always had somewhere to go." Her voice was gentle and brisk, "It's just that I lost it before, but now I've found him again."

Kruger finally agreed to Silk's resignation application.

If she wants to leave, no one will and there is no need to force her to stay.

After Silk left from the German Ministry of Magic, he came directly to Diagon Alley in England.

From the treasury that Eddie left for her, she took out the money she had saved from her work over the years, plus part of the assets that Eddie left to her, all of which were exchanged into British pounds at the goblin, and then brought the money to Surrey. Magnolia Road in Little Whinging.

She looked at the courtyard of No. 12, then chose No. 13 from No. 14 and No. 13 next to it, and knocked on the door.

It was a middle-aged woman who opened the door. She frowned and looked at this strangely dressed woman.

"Who are you looking for?"

"I want to buy your house." Silke said so plainly, as if he saw a nice teacup in a store.

The woman looked at her as if she was looking crazy.

"Sorry, my house is not going to be sold."

"The current average housing price in the UK is about 6 pounds, but the location here is average, and the price is expected to be lower than the average price." She said softly that she had done enough homework and seemed to want to lower the price.

The expression on the woman's face became more and more impatient, and she stretched out her hand to close the door, but at this time, Silk opened the suitcase in her hand without a sound, revealing the brand-new banknotes with the smell of ink inside.

"Here is 20 pounds. If you think the price is right, we can go through the procedures now, but no matter how long the procedures take, please move out within a week."

When the middle-aged woman heard what she said, she looked at the box of money, and she just froze in place. She was stunned for a while before she came back to her senses, and her breathing became heavy when she saw the dazzling banknotes. , Shouting the name of the hostess loudly towards the house.

"Mark! My God! Get out of here, Mark!"

Sherlock has no idea what Silk is doing now.

He was explaining to Snape in the most superficial way in the office, what was the use of the magic note that he asked him to give to Lily.

"Soul protection magic is to let one person's soul protect his loved one, another person's soul. Lily finally used this method to protect Harry under the death curse of the Dark Lord."

"And another kind of evil soul magic, I don't know if you've heard of it, it's called Horcrux."

Snape frowned in disgust when he heard the Horcrux's name.

"The magic that splits the soul to make oneself immortal?"

As a former professional researcher of black magic, Snape had naturally heard of Horcruxes.

But he only heard that only a very small number of methods of making Horcruxes have been handed down, and even fewer people know the specific method of this magic. Voldemort for one.

Sherlock snapped his fingers.

"That's right, it's a Horcrux. With Amy's help, I found out how to make a Horcrux in the Death Hall of the Department of Mysteries. I feel that this black magic is actually compatible with soul protection magic in some ways."

"It's just that one needs extreme evil thoughts, and the other needs extreme love."

"Then I used other magic materials to try to find a part of the Horcrux magic that could be used, and combine it with the soul protection magic."

Snape was able to guess some of Sherlock's thoughts at this time, and before sending the notes to Lily, he also roughly read the contents inside.

"You want to not only add soul protection to the protected person when the soul protection magic takes effect, but also split part of the protector's soul!"

Sherlock shrugged.

"At the beginning, my idea was indeed like this. Let Lily's soul split, and at the same time have the advantage of the Horcrux's immortality. Using the soul protection magic as a carrier, let the magic that protects Harry become a special Horcrux, and Lily's Part of his soul resides in Harry."

"you succeeded?"

Snape subconsciously clenched his fists and asked excitedly.

"It's not that simple. Ideas are just ideas after all. Only after real research can we know that if you want to split a soul, you must sacrifice a soul, and this soul cannot be Lily herself, and love cannot replace malice. The production of Horcruxes must Strong evil thoughts, of course Lily doesn't have any of that."

Snape took a deep breath. He stared at Sherlock, trying to restrain his emotions. After all, it was he who was begging for help in a low voice.

"Then what did you do?"

Sherlock said solemnly.

"I found that it was my whimsical idea to harmlessly integrate the production method of the Horcrux into the soul protection magic. This level of magic is not so easy to change, let alone intersect with other magic Fusion."

"So after that, I gave up the idea of ​​modifying the Horcrux production method, and turned to another idea."

Sherlock said brightly.

"Learning from the Horcrux magic, on the basis of the soul protection magic, I created a soul magic with a similar effect to the Horcrux, but not so evil."

"But after some experiments, I found that this is also very difficult. Although all wizards need to release magic are emotions, evil thoughts are very powerful, and love is equally powerful, but the fundamental purpose of tearing the soul is to make oneself immortal. One point in itself is selfish and emotionally more negative."

"However, the method is always thought of by people. If we change the purpose of splitting the soul to not be for eternal life, but the obsession of the protector who wants to see with his own eyes that the protected person is safe and sound, then such an emotion is love."

"There are a lot of materials in the Hall of Souls in the Department of Mysteries. I studied a lot of things, and finally perfected the theory. The final result is the magic notebook for you."

Speaking of which, Sherlock picked up the cup on the desk, took a few sips of tea, and looked anxiously waiting for him to tell the final result. Although he looked impatient, he still wanted to hold back and listen to him bragging about himself. After the result, Snape finally said with satisfaction.

"The improved soul protection magic will theoretically preserve some consciousness of the protector."

Snape's face darkened.

"Isn't it the soul? Why is it called consciousness!"

Sherlock frowned at this moment.

"You can call it a soul. In fact, I'm not sure what the name of the remaining one is. If it is said that the split is the soul, but there is no sacrifice of life, no matter how strong the emotion of love is, the soul is not It will split. But if it is not the soul, according to my final research results, the consciousness left with the soul protection magic is no different from the protector himself."

He stroked his chin, thought about it and said, "If you want to give it a definition, it's more like a replica of the soul."

"Reprint?"

"Yes, because the soul itself has not been split, it is more like using soul magic to complete a replica."

"Then is there any possibility of revival of the re-engraved soul?" Snape murmured.

"It's hard to say." Sherlock shook his head, "The engraved soul needs to rely on protection magic to survive, and whether it is just a consciousness or a real soul is another matter."

Speaking of which, Sherlock glanced at him.

"Besides, it's too early for you to ask these questions now? Let me tell you, these are just the theories I have researched. Whether it will succeed or not is another matter. Don't be so excited, I'm afraid that the more you hope, the more disappointed you will be." .”

His persuasion didn't seem to have any good effect, Snape's face was still paler than usual, obviously a little nervous.

The two sat quietly in the office for a while, then Snape took a deep breath and stood up from his chair.

"I'm going to get Harry over here!"

Sherlock poured himself another cup of tea, nodded, and signaled that he was waiting in the office.

The final exam week just ended yesterday, and there is still a whole week before Hogwarts will be on vacation this year.

The vacation will not start until the professors of each subject have corrected the students' grades.

And the week starting today is the most relaxing time for the students in the castle.

Harry and Ron chatted and chatted in the early morning, and finally fell asleep.

They slept until noon the next day, went to the auditorium for lunch, and played wizard chess in the common room while chatting about what happened last night.

Even after the exam was over, Hermione still held a thick book of spell analysis in her hand, and talked about her findings with Harry and the others.

"I heard from Lavender that she saw Snape in the corridor this morning."

Harry, who was directing the soldiers on the chessboard forward, was taken aback for a moment.

"Snape is back? That proves that Professor Forrest is back!"

"Should we visit him in the professor's office later?" Ron was not interested in playing chess either. He wanted to know what happened when Sherlock and Snape disappeared together.

Harry stood up directly from the sofa, he said excitedly.

"Why wait a while, we can go directly there now."

They left together from the chessboard, and let those pawns who fought halfway, but the master generals on both sides became deserters kept cursing (cowards! Come back to fight!).

However, before Harry and the three of them got out of the lounge, they ran into Snape, who was wearing a black robe, with a cloudy expression, and walked over in a hurry.

"Potter!"

He stopped Harry by his last name, his voice sounded like he was trying to suppress something.

The three of Harry stopped, and Hermione and Ron were instinctively afraid, avoiding his gaze.

Only Harry glared at him angrily, because he still remembered what happened last night.

Snape was in no mood to care about the emotions of the three of them at the moment, but grabbed Harry's arm directly.

"Come with me!"

Harry struggled subconsciously.

"Where are you taking me?"

"Don't move!" Snape stared at him with his gloomy and empty eyes, and there seemed to be a light that had never been shining in those black hole-like eyes at this moment!

"You'd better listen to me now and follow me alone!"

Harry was also frightened, so he unconsciously pulled his arm and walked towards Sherlock's office.

At the entrance to the Gryffindor lounge, Ron and Hermione, who didn't know what happened, looked at each other with worried faces.

"What do we do now?" Ron asked.

Hermione said worriedly.

"Is it possible for Snape to press Harry for Black's whereabouts?"

Thinking of Snape's crazy look after seeing Sirius last night, Ron couldn't help but shudder.

"Probably!"

Hermione paced back and forth nervously, then said firmly.

"Let's go to Professor Dumbledore! Only he can stop Snape!"

And while Hermione and the others were guessing wildly, Snape had half-coerced and brought Harry back to Sherlock's office.

Harry also wanted to be with Hermione halfway, and he tried to struggle to run away, but Snape's hands on his arm were like iron clamps, and he couldn't break them apart.

It wasn't until he realized that they ended up in Sherlock's office that Harry's nervousness barely subsided.

Entering the office, before Harry could speak, Sherlock put down the teacup in his hand, looked at him seriously and asked.

"There is one very important thing, let me make it clear to you, Harry, you sit down first."

Harry sat on the chair with a blank face, while Snape said impatiently.

"Stop dawdling!"

"Harry, as the person involved, must understand some things." Sherlock said solemnly, and then he looked at Harry, "Did you hear some strange voices when you were emotional?"

Harry didn't react for a while, he and Sherlock looked at each other, looking confused.

"What, what sound?"

"Your mother's voice."

The pupils in Harry's eyes shrank suddenly, and the eyes opened wide!

"You, how do you know? Professor."

Seeing his reaction, Sherlock smiled affirmatively at the nervous Snape.

(End of this chapter)