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Chapter 93 Not Just Voldemort's Memories

Sherlock felt his internal organs being bumped and displaced.

He coughed a few times violently, his mouth clearly smelled of blood, but at this moment he finally had time to continue waving his wand and cast the Iron Armor Charm on himself.

"Ahem, cough, I was careless."

The basilisk was so annoyed by Fox's entanglement, it not only pecked the basilisk's eyes blind, but also kept trying to attack its snake head.

Let the basilisk, which has lost its hearing and sight, become more manic!
The whole lounge was shaking violently. Sherlock staggered to the corner where Harry and Ron were huddled together, and cast the Iron Armor Curse on the two who were putting the Sorting Hat on their heads and studying the secrets inside. , in case they are affected by the attack.

"Professor, please, really, you can express some pessimistic thoughts, but don't say that we are safe this time, we are sure to win this time!"

Ron saw that Sherlock just vomited two mouthfuls of blood, he didn't seem to have any other problems, he was relieved and begged at the same time.

Sherlock dismissed his words.

"We study magic, how can you believe in these illusory things!"

However, as soon as his words fell, Fox, who was fighting with the basilisk, deftly dodged one of its attacks, but the attack of the basilisk remained unabated. It opened its bloody mouth and rushed towards Sherlock. come over!
Its fangs hit the Iron Armor Curse firmly!
The blue mask burst into violent ripples!

Sherlock was terrified. His spell had no effect on the basilisk's outer skin, but it was different from the inside!

So, he didn't pull out the bitten arm in time, but directly put his wand into its mouth.

"Thunderbolt explosion!"

A huge and fiery flame lit up from the mouth of the basilisk!

The deafening explosion made Harry and Ron subconsciously cover their ears, and Neville, who was lying on the sofa, opened his eyes in confusion.

But at this time, Sherlock didn't have the energy to take care of other things at all. The powerful blasting curse caused heavy damage to the basilisk, and a big hole with black blood continued to explode from the position of his jaw.

At the same time, the unbearable pain made the basilisk bite its jaw with all its strength!
"Oh!"

There was a crisp, glass-shattering sound, and the Iron Armor Curse on Sherlock's body shattered into countless blue shards of light!

The next moment, the sharp fangs pierced into his arm!
The pain that almost made people faint made Sherlock's whole face contort into a ball!
The basilisk was also writhing in agony, its body curled up like a hemp rope, and then suddenly tensed again. It shook the snake's head, pulled its fangs from Sherlock's shoulders, and kept twitching in the lounge.

Black blood was splashed everywhere, and Sherlock had turned into a blood man at this time.

His mouth was full of blood, so he couldn't tell whether it was his own or the basilisk's.

With the sorting hat on his head, Harry ran to Sherlock with Ron, and Neville, who had just woken up, also came crying.

"Professor." Harry cried out in a tearful voice, "at this moment, you should say something depressing. Just say that you feel like you are going to die. This time, you will definitely not be able to take us out alive!"

Sherlock only felt his right shoulder, and completely lost his intuition. There was pain everywhere in his body. The poison of the basilisk had obviously already played a role in his body.

But even now, he was in the mood to roll his eyes at Harry.

"Bah! You're asking me to curse myself to death! Although it's possible to fall here this time, you can't lose sight of the scene."

Harry and Ron burst into tears, and they said happily.

"That's right, professor, you are going to be planted here today, and we are all going to die here!"

Neville looked at them and even forgot to cry, as if he was looking at two lunatics!

Sherlock's eyes turned to Tom who was smiling.

Tom walked slowly to their side, still holding a wand in his hand, which was Neville's.

"You're going to die, Professor Forrest."

Fox, who was wandering in mid-air in the lounge, also landed on Sherlock's shoulder.

Fawkes seemed to be crying, tears streaming from its eyes and onto the wound on Sherlock's arm.

Tom sneered.

"Even Dumbledore's bird knows that you are going to die. After you die, how can you protect your students? Or how can Dumbledore protect his students?"

Sherlock ignored Tom's taunt. He was physically tired, but his spirit was extremely uplifting.

Anyone with common sense in the magic world would understand what effect Phoenix's tears have.

He didn't think Tom didn't know, but the excitement of his success took hold of his thoughts and kept him from thinking for a while.

"It's all my fault, Professor. I should have taught it directly to the school in the first place." Neville blamed himself, crying.

"Ahem, cough, no Neville." Sherlock coughed up a puddle of blood, "You are already very brave, you at least bravely resisted him. That's good."

"Tsk tsk tsk" Tom looked at them with disgust, "It's really a touching scene! But it makes me sick!"

Having spotted Sherlock's fully healed wound, he waved Neville's wand at Fawkes.

Hearing a "bang", Fox turned into a golden and red whirlwind and flew out as if hit by something.

He continued to wave his wand, and Harry, Ron and Neville were restrained in place without any resistance.

Now Tom is not some illusory spirit body, he seems to have the same power as a wizard, and he can also use spells.

In the center of the lounge, the basilisk was still writhing violently. It curled up in a corner and kept smashing its head against the wall beside it.

Sherlock panted heavily, looked at Tom, suddenly a bright light flashed in his mind, as if he had thought of something!
he asked, squinting.

"You're not just a memory of Voldemort!"

There was a playful smile on Tom's face. He had already won the game and didn't mind playing with Sherlock a little longer.

"Did you find out? Well, I admit that I told some lies just now. It's just a memory. Of course, I don't have the strength like me."

His voice rose.

"I am what I was. A great masterpiece! A most precious work! An art that is timeless!"

(End of this chapter)