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Chapter 94 Soul Stitching
"No." Sherlock shook his head, "You're not."

Tom suddenly lowered his head and stared at him with a ferocious face.

"I'm nothing!"

"You are his soul, or a part of his soul." The confusion on Sherlock's face gradually unraveled, and he seemed to have finally figured out something, "I don't know what kind of magic, Voldemort separated his soul, Part of it was put into his school diary by him, and then there was you."

Tom calmed down, the ferocity on his face disappeared, and instead became cloudy and uncertain.

"You are very smart, Professor Forrest, you are really smart. If I met you as my professor when I was in school, maybe you would have seen through everything I did."

He said grimly.

"But no matter how many things you see now, it's useless, you're going to die soon!"

While he was speaking, the basilisk, which had been curled up in a corner and relieved its pain by self-mutilation, finally came to its senses.

Its lower jaw, which had a big hole in it, was still dripping black blood onto the ground continuously.

But its vitality is extremely tenacious, even this kind of injury didn't make it die, but continued to smell Sherlock's scent everywhere, intending to continue to attack.

But Sherlock didn't pay attention to the basilisk who was waiting for an opportunity to attack at all. He stared at Tom closely.

"So you admit that what I said is right, you are no memory of Voldemort at all, you are him! You are part of his soul!"

"Yes! You are right."

Tom admitted generously that he didn't think anyone could escape alive here, and no one would know about these things.

"I am him, he is me, our souls are from the same root!"

A broad smile appeared on Sherlock's face.

Harry and Ron were stunned looking at his smile at this moment. They had never seen him smile so sincerely since they knew Sherlock.

Although his face was covered with blood and the robe on his body was tattered, there was still no way to hide his dazzling smile.

"Then I understand." He said softly.

Then he stretched out his hand and touched Tom's seemingly real but illusory body.

Tom sensed something was wrong, and he began to tense up.

"What do you want to do?"

Sherlock didn't answer him, for an obscure incantation had already begun to flow from his mouth.

The gray light began to light up at the connection between his hand and Tom's body!
Tom clearly felt that his body was being kneaded and compressed by a strange force, as if trying to knead him into a thin line!
He has no way to resist that force, it seems to be aimed at the soul, and it is still a broken soul!

He cried out in anxiety and fear.

"What did you do to me! Stop it! How dare you! Do you know what you're doing!"

His sharp voice did not stop Sherlock's movements for half a second!

The gray light lit up all over Tom's body, making it impossible for him to maintain his human form!

Harsh screams echoed in the lounge!

Sherlock felt that the imprint on his left arm was astonishingly hot, but he didn't stop his movements. The soul repair magic he learned from the book created by the original owner's mother continued to be used.

He could feel that the consciousness in Tom's soul had been completely wiped out, turning into a pure soul body that could no longer be pure.

And the repairing magic is kneading this soul into a thread, using the magic spell as a needle, mending his own torn soul.

When Sherlock used the mending spell on Tom, the basilisk didn't stop.

It stretched its body that was tense due to pain, smelled the scent, and found Sherlock and the others.

Harry was still wearing the Sorting Hat and had been trying to communicate with the Sorting Hat, but to no avail.

This hat seems to have become an ordinary hat, without any magical effect.

After Tom was stuck under Sherlock's spell, the effect of the binding spell on them disappeared.

Harry looked at the basilisk that had come closer, gritted his teeth, put the sorting hat on Neville's head, and shouted to Ron.

"We must find a way to help Professor Forrest and help him entangle the basilisk!"

Ron pulled out his wand, and the magic tape on it failed at some point, and his broken wand once again became a state with only a little wood wire connecting it in the middle.

He resentfully left his wand on the ground, and then went to pick up Neville's wand that Tom had dropped on the ground.

Harry ran with him in the lounge, and their spell hit the basilisk's thick skin without pain. Although it couldn't do any effective damage, it could attract it away from Sherlock.

Fox, who was knocked aside, finally got rid of Tom's spell at this time.

It spread its wings and glided in the air, venting its anger on the basilisk, and constantly attacking its blind eyes with its sharp beak.

But the basilisk's resistance was also extremely fierce!
The lack of hearing and vision makes it less powerful, but on the other hand it is considered to be enhanced.

It twisted its body indiscriminately, and Ron couldn't dodge it in time. He was hit by its tail and hit the wall hard!

"Ron!" Harry yelled anxiously.

Ron didn't answer him, and the impact made him pass out on the spot.

Neville's lips trembled as he watched the scene where Ron was knocked unconscious and Harry and Fox were still entangled with the basilisk, his face grew paler and paler.

"Help them! I want to help them!" He kept begging to the hat on his head, "Please, let me help them!"

Suddenly, something very hard and heavy fell on top of Neville's head, nearly knocking him unconscious.

Stars of gold appeared in front of his eyes, and he grabbed the top of his hat, trying to take it off, but felt a long, hard thing under the hat.

That is a gorgeous sword!

"Thank you!" He didn't know who he was thanking.

Neville raised the sword, stood up from the ground with all his strength, and walked towards the Basilisk without hesitation!

With great effort, he raised the sword high above his head, staggered little by little, approaching the huge body of the basilisk, and finally pierced fiercely into its flesh and blood!

"hiss!!!"

The tragic and deep roar sounded again!
The basilisk rolled violently, and directly threw Neville, who had no strength, into the air!

At this time, Sherlock also completely completed the stitching magic.

He felt that he was in an extremely wonderful state, he had never felt so powerful!

Powerful, it seems that as long as he is willing, he can make things in reality accomplish everything in his imagination with just one thought!
His eyes shone with a faint golden light, and he looked at the basilisk that was still struggling.

Sherlock gently stretched out one of his hands, without chanting a spell, swinging his staff, or making any spell-casting gestures.

He just moved his mind.

Countless broken tables, chairs and benches in the lounge floated up, and these fragments surrounded the basilisk harmlessly.

Then it suddenly turned into countless spears several meters long!

Instantly penetrated its body!
　There should be two more chapters in the future, and it will be published before twelve o'clock at night

　　
　
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