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

Chapter 427 She Is My Best World

Sherlock looked at the witch who was not as crazy and neurotic as in the portrait, and inexplicably felt sad and sad in his heart.

He knew that this was actually not Sally's soul at all, just like the remnant soul he had helped to retain Lily, 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 remnant soul will also disappear with it.

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

As if seeing Sherlock's emotions at this time, Sally patted him on the shoulder in relief.

"I died ten years ago, 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."

"In fact, the person I am most sorry for is my husband. I am selfish for his safety and let him forget everything we have experienced. I hope you can help me undo the forgetting curse on Sherlock's father. Now there is no What's the danger, I don't want him to be a lie all his life, he should also know what a liar his former wife was."

After saying these words, Sally's body became lighter and weaker, until Sherlock nodded to her solemnly and made a promise, her body was so illusory that even if you didn't look carefully, you couldn't see it clearly degree.

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

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

Except for Sherlock, none of Dumbledore heard or saw Sally's existence.

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

"So... how's the situation now, Sherlock."

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

"The situation is now"

Before I knew it, it was early morning.

The spring sun rose from the horizon, and the warm sun shone through the mountains to Hogwarts Castle, and also passed through the window of the dormitory, and shone on Sherlock's face. Chaoyang has a brighter and more beautiful smile.

"There will be no Voldemort in the future!"

What happened in Harry's bedroom was a hundred times more dangerous than the wizard war in the afternoon. After discussing with Dumbledore, Sherlock decided not to announce it to the public.

Few people know the existence of Horcruxes, and Voldemort's detonation in front of so many people is enough to convince everyone in the wizarding world that the Dark Lord, who has influenced the wizarding world for almost half a century, is completely dead .

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

He has completely inherited Dumbledore's influence in the magic world, and even surpassed him. After all, he was only in his 20s when his reputation reached its peak.

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

The Ministry of Magic will bestow upon him the post of Lifetime Honorary Minister, and the Wizengamot will invite him to be the Second Grand Magician, which is reserved for the next Chief Great Magician. The International Federation of Wizards invites him to join as the Vice President Invitations like this abound.

But none of the invitations were heard back.

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.

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

Like every day before, he still calmly taught the students Defense Against the Dark Arts class, or in his free time, went fishing and picnic by the Black Lake with a professor of Arithmetic and Divination.

No matter how the outside world is changing, 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 Silk's hand and sat together in front of the elderly Duke's hospital bed.

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

"I don't blame her."

There was no pain or unwillingness on the face of the scrawny Duke of Devonshire, only peace and 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 kept telling me that she was not a qualified wife, she always It's the one I love the most, isn't it?"

A smile appeared on the old man's face, and he turned his head 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 this beautiful world exists."

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

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

"She is my best world."

(End of this chapter)