Chapter 92: Not A Memory

Chapter 92: Not A Memory

Sherlock felt like his organs were knocked out of place. He coughed violently a few times, and his mouth was flowing with blood. But at this time, he finally had time to continue waving his wand and cast the Protego Charm on himself.

“I was careless...”

The Basilisk was troubled by the Phoenix. It not only pecked the Basilisk’s eyes but also kept trying to continue attacking its head.

The whole common room was shaking violently. Sherlock stumbled to the corner where Harry and Ron were huddled together and cast the Protego Charm on the two who were holding the Sorting Hat and searching for the thing inside.

“Professor, can you express some pessimistic thoughts? Don’t say that we are winning or we have a chance to get out of this situation.” Ron watched Sherlock just spit out two mouthfuls of blood and pleaded.

Sherlock dismissed this, “Why do you even want me to say that?”

However, as soon as he finished speaking, The Phoenix deftly avoided its attack, but the Basilisk’s attack continued. It opened its mouth and rushed towards Sherlock. Its fangs slammed into the Protego Charm. The blue shield burst into ripples.

Sherlock was hopeless. His spell had no effect on the Basilisk’s skin. With perfect timing, he put his wand directly into its mouth.

“Confringo!” A huge and fiery flame lit up from the Basilisk’s mouth.

The explosion caused Harry and Ron to cover their ears and caused Neville to open his eyes in confusion. But at this time, Sherlock didn’t have the energy to care about other things at all. The spell caused heavy damage to the Basilisk, and a large hole was blown out from the position of its jaw.

Sherlock ignored Tom’s provocation. He was tired, but his spirits were extremely uplifted. Anyone with common sense in the wizarding world knows what the tears of the Phoenix could do.

“It’s all my fault, Professor. I should have told the school directly in the first place.” Neville cried and blamed himself.

“No, Neville.” Sherlock coughed up a blood, “You’re brave enough. At least you tried to go against him, and that’s enough.”

Tom looked at them in disgust, “What a touching scene, but it makes me sick.”

He had found Sherlock’s fully healed wound and waved Neville’s wand at the Phoenix. A sound can be heard. The Phoenix was flown away as if it had been hit by something. He continued to wave his wand; Harry, Ron, and Neville stood in place without resistance.

Tom is not an illusory body. He seems to have the same power as a normal wizard and can also use magic spells. In the center of the common room, the Basilisk was still tossing around its tail. It curled up in a corner and kept smashing its head against the wall.

Sherlock breathed heavily, looking at Tom, and something flashed in his mind.

He asked, “You’re not just a memory of Voldemort, aren’t you?”

There was a smile on Tom’s face; he was already winning, and he didn’t mind playing with Sherlock a little longer.

“So you know? Well, I admit that I told some lies just now. If I am just a memory, and of course, I won’t have this much of a strength.”

His voice rose high, “I am who I was back then. A masterpiece, his most precious work, and a timeless art to this day!”