Chapter 93: Soul Stitch

Chapter 93: Soul Stitch

“No.” Sherlock shook his head, “You’re not.”Discover new chapters at novelhall.com stared at him, “You’re saying I’m nothing?”

“You are his soul or a part of his soul.” Sherlock’s face gradually changed, and he seemed to finally understand something, “I don’t know what magic Voldemort used to separate his soul, but part of it was put into his diary by him, and you were created.”

Tom was quiet, and his face changed, “You’re smart, Professor Forrest. You’re really smart. If you were my professor when I was in school, you might have seen through everything I did.”

He said coldly, “But no matter how much you see now, it’s useless. You’re going to die soon!”

While he was talking, the Basilisk finally recovered from all the pain. Its jaw, with a large hole, was still dripping black blood on the ground. But its strength is good. This kind of injury would not make it die. It continued to smell Sherlock and the others, intending to continue the attack.

Sherlock didn’t pay any attention to the Basilisk, who was waiting for an opportunity to attack, and his eyes were fixed on Tom.

“So you admit I’m right. You’re not Voldemort’s memory at all. You’re him. You’re part of his soul.”

“Correct.” Tom admitted it. He didn’t think anyone could escape alive here, and no one would know about these things.

“I am him, he is me, and our souls have been the same.”

Sherlock had a smile on his face. Harry and Ron were stunned when they saw his smile. They had never seen Sherlock smile since they had known him. Although his face was covered in blood at this time, and his robe was torn, it was noticeable.

“I see.” He said softly.

He stretched out his hand and touched Tom’s body. Tom felt something was wrong and started to get nervous.

The Phoenix, who was knocked to the side, 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 attacking its blind eyes with its sharp beak.

But the Basilisk is fierce now. The lack of hearing and vision makes it less powerful, but it still has some strength. It twisted its body, Ron couldn’t dodge, and was hit by its tail.

“Ron!” Harry shouted.

Ron didn’t answer him, and the impact made him faint on the spot. Neville’s lips trembled as he watched Ron being knocked out. Harry and the Phoenix still fought with the Basilisk.

“I want to help them,” He kept begging the Sorting Hat, “Please, let me help them.”

Something hard and heavy fell on top of Neville’s head, nearly knocking him unconscious. His eyes shone. He grabbed the Hat and tried to take it off, but he felt a long, hard thing under it.

It is a sword.

“Thank you!” He didn’t know who he was thanking.

Neville raised the sword, stood up from the ground, and walked in the direction of the Basilisk. He raised the sword high above his head, approaching the Basilisk, and finally stabbed into its body.

The Basilisk hissed and roared. The Basilisk tumbled violently, throwing Neville out. At this time, Sherlock also completed his magic. He felt that he was in an extremely wonderful state and had never felt so powerful.

It seems that as long as he is willing, with a single thought, he can make things achieve anything he wants right now. His eyes flashed with a faint light, and he looked at the Basilisk.

Sherlock stretched out one of his hands without chanting a spell and without waving his wand. He just used his thoughts.

Several broken tables and chairs floated up in the common room and surrounded the Basilisk. After that, it suddenly turned into countless spears several meters long and pierced through its body in an instant.