“No.” Sherlock shook his head, “You are not.”
Tom suddenly lowered his head and stared at him with a ferocious look.
“I’m not!”
“You are his soul, or part of the soul.” The confusion on Sherlock’s face gradually unraveled, as if he had finally figured out something, “I don’t know what magic, Voldemort separated his soul, and part of it was put into his school diary, and then you were there.”
Tom calmed down, the hideousness on his face was gone, but instead became shady.
“You are very smart, Professor Forrest, you are really smart. If I were to be my professor when I was in school, you might have seen through everything I did long ago.”
He said sinisterly.
“But no matter how much you see now, it will be useless. You will die soon!”
As he spoke, the basilisk who had been curling up in the corner and relieved his pain by self-harm finally came to his senses.
Its jaw that had broken a big hole was still dripping black blood on the ground.
But its vitality is extremely tenacious. Even this injury did not kill it, but continued to smell Sherlock and the others, intending to continue to attack.
Sherlock didn’t care about the Basilisk who was preparing to attack on the side, and he stared at Tom with his eyes tightly.
“So you admit that I’m right. You are not Voldemort’s memory at all. You are him! You are part of his soul!”
“Yes! You are right.”
Tom admitted generously. He didn’t think that someone could escape alive here, and no one would know about these things.
“I am him, he is me, our souls are the same roots and origins!”
A bright smile appeared on Sherlock’s face.
Harry and Ron were stunned when they looked at him. They had never seen him smile so heartily since they met Sherlock.
Although his face was covered with blood at this time and his robe was torn, he still couldn’t hide his dazzling smile.
“Then I understand.” He said softly.
Then he stretched out his hand and touched Tom’s seemingly realistic but illusory body.
Tom felt something was wrong and he began to nervous.
“What do you want to do?”
Sherlock did not answer his words, because he had already started to recite an obscure mantra.
Gray light in his handsThe connection with Tom’s body began to light up!
Tom obviously felt that his body was being kneaded and compressed by a strange force, as if he was about to rub him into a thin line!
He had no way to resist that power, like a special targeting the soul, and it was a broken soul!
He screamed in anxiety and fear.
“What did you do to me! Stop it! You dare! Do you know what you are doing!”
His sharp voice did not pause Sherlock’s movements for a moment!
The gray light lit up all over Tom’s body, even preventing him from maintaining his adultity!
The harsh scream echoed in the lounge!
Sherlock felt the mark on his left arm was shockingly hot, but he did not stop his movements. The soul repair magic he learned from the book created by the original mother continued to use.
He could feel that the consciousness in Tom’s soul had been completely erased and turned into a soul body that could not be pure.
The repair magic is rubbing this soul into thread, using the spell to make a needle, and sewing the soul he torn.
Just as Sherlock used the repair spell against Tom, the Basilisk’s movements did not stop.