"No." Sherlock shook his head, "You are not."

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

"I'm not what!"

"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 ferociousness on his face disappeared, but instead became shady and unstable.

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

He said sinisterly.

"But no matter how much you see now, it will be useless. You are about to die!"

While he was speaking, the basil monster who had been curling up in the corner and relieved his pain by self-harm finally came to his senses.

Its jaw, which had 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. He stared at Tom tightly.

"So you admit that what I'm right is that you are not Voldemort's memory at all, you are him! You are part of his soul!"

"Yes! You're 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 the same roots and roots!"

Sherlock showed a bright smile on his 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 in blood 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 get nervous.

"What do you want to do?"

Sherlock did not answer his words because he had already started to recite an obscure mantra.

The gray light began to light up at the connection between his hands and Tom's body!

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 soul, and it was a broken soul!

He screamed in anxiety and fear.

"What did you do to me! Stop! You dare! Do you know what you are doing!"

His sharp voice did not pause Sherlock's movements for a second at all!

The gray light lit up all over Tom's body, making him unable to maintain his adultity!

The harsh screams 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, making a needle from the spell, and sewing the soul he torn apart.

Just as Sherlock used the repair spell against Tom, the snake monster's movements did not stop.

It stretched its tight body due to the pain, smelled the smell, and found Sherlock and the others.

Harry was still wearing the system hat and tried to communicate with the system hat, but it didn't work.

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

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

Harry looked at the basilisk who had already reached the nearest point, gritted his teeth, put the division 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. His broken wand once again became a state where there was only a little bit of wood wire connection in the middle.

He hated his wand still on the ground, and then picked up Neville's wand that Tom had dropped on the ground.

Harry ran in the lounge with him, and their spell hit the thick skin of the basilisk without any pain. Although it could not cause any effective damage, it could attract it from the direction of Sherlock.

Fox, who was knocked away to the side, finally got rid of Tom's curse at this time.

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

But the Basilisk's resistance was also extremely fierce!

The lack of hearing and vision weakens its combat power, but on the other hand, it is considered to be an enhancement.

It twisted its body randomly, and Ron couldn't dodge it, and was hit by its tail, hitting it hard on the wall!

"Ron!" Harry shouted anxiously.

Ron did not answer him, and the impact made him faint on the spot.

Neville's lips trembled as he watched Ron faint, and Harry and Fox were still entangled with the snake monster, his face became paler.

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

Suddenly, a very hard and heavy thing fell on the top of Neville's head, almost knocking him out.

Venus rose in front of him, and he grabbed the top of the hat and tried to take it off, but he touched a long, hard thing under the hat.

That was 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 forward towards the direction of the basilisk!

He raised the sword high above his head with difficulty, staggered closer to the huge body of the snake monster, and finally stabbed into its flesh and blood!

"hiss!!!"

A tragic and low roar sounded again!

The basilisk rolled violently and directly threw Neville, who was already powerless!

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

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

The powerful one seems to be able to accomplish everything in reality with just one thought!

His eyes flashed with a faint golden light, and he looked at the snake monster who was still struggling.

Sherlock gently stretched out one of his hands, without chanting spells, swinging staff, and without any casting gestures.

He just had a thought.

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

Then it suddenly turned into countless spears several meters long!
Chapter completed!