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

Chapter 426 Mommy
Voldemort never thought that he would one day be reduced to such a situation.

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

If it was a 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 cloud of black mist in Sherlock's hand was like a burst of illusory water vapor, without any physical characteristics at all.

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

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

He spent his whole life trying to escape from death, and now his life and death were completely under the control of Sherlock, making him completely abandon his dignity and shame, and begged for mercy.

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

Sherlock didn't answer his pleading, but lifted him up.

"Why don't we listen to 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, they were regarded by Voldemort as the last straw, and he began to beg to his former subordinates.

"Severus, I used to admire you the most! Do you remember when you first joined the Death Eaters? I treated you differently from everyone else, and you swore your life to me, let me live , Severus..."

However, Snape looked at him with only endless indifference.

"Have you ever thought that when you were going to find Potter that year, I begged you to let Lily go?"

"That time I agreed! I was going to let that woman go! She was obsessed! She wanted to die for her son!"

"So on that day! The one who swore allegiance to you! Stupid! Ignorant! Sinful Severus Snape was dead! So should you!"

Hearing Snape's unfeeling words, Voldemort knew that his once loyal subordinate was the one who hated him the most.

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

"The dean of Gryffindor College, Professor McGonagall, I know you are a benevolent professor... so are you willing to give me a chance? Bad students will have a chance to correct their mistakes, and I should have it too. There are regrets..."

But before he finished speaking about 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 there is the possibility of education, but you are different, Dark Lord, I can be sure that you don't regret all the mistakes you have made, just I am regretting why I accidentally fell into this situation. For the mistakes you made, the only thing you can make up for is to sacrifice your own life!"

What Professor McGonagall said was resolute, and completely cut off the little fantasy about her in Voldemort's heart.

His last and only remaining hope was Dumbledore alone.

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

"You are what you are today, partly because of my failure to educate you, Tom."

Voldemort's mood was visibly excited. He had never had any hope for Dumbledore before, but from this sentence, he heard a certain 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 eagerly and with great sincerity.

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

"It's not me who should make up for this regret, Tom, you still haven't figured out what I want to say to you. You have no chance in the world of the living, perhaps in the death that scares you the most During the journey, maybe you can get another new life."

Dumbledore's words made Voldemort completely explode.

He has finally seen the reality until now, knowing that no matter what, there is no way to escape the fate of death today.

"You bloody hypocrites! Why can anyone else be given a chance! But not me! I just killed a few people! What other big mistakes have I made? You are afraid of my power! Afraid of my gift !You have no awe of magic and wizard blood!!!”

"Is this your last words?"

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

"Before you die, don't you have any other meaningful words you want to leave?"

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

"Sherlock! You will not end well! I will curse you! Curse you will end up like me..."

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

And at the same time, at some point in front of Sherlock's eyes, a witch appeared.

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

"Mother……"

Sally looked at him with tenderness like water, the eyes were exactly the same as when Lily looked at Harry before.

After Sherlock called out that title, he came back to his senses.

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 closeness brought by Sally triggered his instinct.

By now Sherlock had become a little nervous.

The figure in front of him is obviously the remnant soul of Sally that has been hiding in the depths of Voldemort's soul, and what kind of attitude should Sherlock face her now?

Before Sherlock could figure out how to speak, Sally reached out and stroked his hair.

"I know you are not him, but this is not your problem, son. You have lived a more wonderful and admirable life for him. I should say thank you for him."

(End of this chapter)