Sherlock looked at the witch who was not as crazy and nervous as in the portrait, and a burst of sadness and sadness appeared in his heart.

He knew that this was actually not Sally's soul at all. Just like he helped intercept Lily's residual soul, Sally is in an illusory state now.

Moreover, she had long been bound to Voldemort's main soul. The reason why Voldemort wanted to remove her was because the influence between the two souls was too great.

Now that Voldemort's main soul is completely dead, Sally's remnant soul will definitely disappear.

This is something that no one can stop, even Sherlock in this state.

As if she could see Sherlock's emotions at this time, Sally patted his shoulder with relief.

"I was dead more than ten years ago, nothing to be sad, Sherlock. But if you can, can you do me a favor?"

Sherlock looked up and looked at the gentle and elegant witch.

"You said."

"The person I am actually most sorry for is my husband. I have been selfish for his safety and have forgotten everything we have experienced. I hope you can help me unravel the forgetting curse on Sherlock's father. There is no danger now. I don't want him to lie all his life. He should know what kind of liar his former wife was."

As she finished these words, Sally's body became increasingly weak. Until Sherlock nodded and made a promise to her with a serious face, her body was so illusory that she couldn't see clearly without careful reading.

Finally, before leaving the world, she smiled and waved at Sherlock.

It was like saying goodbye to him, or saying goodbye to Dumbledore Snape and Professor McGonagall behind him.

Except Sherlock, Dumbledore and others did not hear or see Sally's existence.

After seeing Sherlock's face completely relaxed, Professor McGonagall looked at him nervously.

"So...what's going on now? Sherlock."

Sherlock turned around, looked at Dumbledore Snape and McGonagall who were watching him, and slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

“The current situation is…”

Time has come early in the morning without realizing it.

The spring sun rose from the horizon, and the gentle rising sun shone through the mountains to Hogwarts Castle, and also passed through the dormitory windows and shone on Sherlock's face. His face showed a brighter and more beautiful smile than the rising sun.

"There will never be Voldemort again!"

......

What happened in Harry's dormitory was a hundred times more dangerous than the wizard battle in the afternoon. After Sherlock and Dumbledore discussed it together, they decided not to announce it to the public.

Few people know about the existence of the Horcrux, and Voldemort exploded in front of so many people, which was enough to convince everyone in the magic world that this black demon, who had affected the magic world for almost half a century, was completely dead.

Sherlock, who was originally known to most wizards, has reached a point where everyone knows it in the past few days.

He fully inherited Dumbledore's influence in the magic world before, and even more so than him. After all, he was only in his twenties when his reputation reached its peak.

Many wizard organizations sent invitations to Sherlock, and countless owls flew to his office every day.

The Ministry of Magic wanted to give him the position of honorary minister for life, and Wisengamo wanted to invite him to be the Grand Wizard, which was reserved specifically for the next Chief Wizard. The International Wizards Federation invited him to join the society as Vice President, and there were countless invitations like this.

But none of the invitations received a reply.

No matter which organization sent the letter, they were all guarded by the office door all day long, and a crow named Federtic was faithfully blocked outside the door.

Sherlock, the person involved who made such a historic feat that the entire magic world was excited and excited, never stepped out of Hogwarts' castle since the day Voldemort died.

Just like every day he used to teach students a calm and peaceful manner, or fishing and picnic by the black lake with a certain arithmetic divination professor in his spare time.

No matter how the outside world changes, it seems that it has nothing to do with him.

Until a week after the incident, in a top nursing home in London.

Sherlock held Shilk's hand and sat in front of the elderly duke's bedside.

His illness has reached the point where he is hopeless. Even if he is placed in the magic world, there is no way to continue his life.

"I don't blame her."

The skinny Duke of Devon had no pain or reluctance on his face, only such peaceful tranquility.

"When I was with your mother, I knew what kind of person she was. I loved her and she loved me too. Even if she kept telling me that she was not a qualified wife, she was always the one I loved the most, right?"

A smile appeared on the old man's face, and he turned to look at Sherlock and Shilk's tight, holding hands together.

"The relationship between us is like you and this girl. It is precisely because of each other that we have this beautiful world."

Sherlock turned to look at Shilk, who also looked at him at the same time.

They smiled at each other, Sherlock held Shilk's face, and their foreheads gently touched each other.

"She is my best world."
Chapter completed!