Chapter 421: Sherlock, You've Taken Everything from Me!
Chapter 421: Sherlock, You've Taken Everything from Me!
When Sherlock and Dumbledore returned to Hogwarts, "Harry" was still in his dormitory.
All the Gryffindor students had been evacuated, and even the students from other Houses were urgently gathered in the Great Hall.
No one knew what had happened, but they all suspected it had something to do with Harry.
Snape had entered the Gryffindor Common Room and hadn't come out until Professor Mcgonagall, Sherlock, and Dumbledore walked in together.
The moment they entered the dormitory, Sherlock felt a familiar pain in his left arm.
This seemingly normal but actually strange reaction immediately put Sherlock on high alert.
The Crescent Mark on his arm, left by Selena, allowed him to sense the presence of a Horcrux, but Harry had always been an exception.
During the time at Hogwarts, the mark had never reacted to Harry, and Sherlock was unsure what had gone wrong, but there was no reason for it to fail this time.
So, the moment he entered Harry's dormitory, Sherlock ignored Voldemort, who was bound on the floor, and Lily, whose form was becoming increasingly transparent. He followed the sensation from the mark on his left arm and quickly walked to the desk.
Everyone noticed his actions. Professor Mcgonagall and Snape looked puzzled, while Voldemort's face, which had been cold and sneering, suddenly turned extremely pale.
Sherlock didn't notice the others' reactions. He immediately pulled open the drawer that belonged to Harry and found a golden crown at the very back!
While others might not recognize this crown, Sherlock and Dumbledore knew it all too well.
This was the last Horcrux they had been searching for in the Room of Requirement, besides Harry—Ravenclaw's Crown!
Holding the crown, and seeing the ugly expression on Voldemort's face as he stared at Harry, Sherlock's intelligence quickly pieced together what had happened.
He squatted in front of Voldemort, staring at the man whose expression had returned to calm, and said slowly, his eyes narrowing.
"Mr. Riddle, if I'm not mistaken, after you attempted suicide on my hand this afternoon, you managed to transfer your soul to Harry's body using your connection with him. When you arrived, you found him in the Room of Requirement, searching for a crown. You must have realized that the object he was looking for was your last remaining Horcrux. Although the crown hadn't been found yet, its location was exposed, and its destruction was only a matter of time. To protect your last Horcrux, you decided to take it out and hide it in Harry's dormitory due to the urgency of the situation."
Sherlock gently caressed the smooth, unblemished surface of the crown, pausing for a moment before continuing.
"The main purpose of hiding this Horcrux was to protect yourself. You are now bound to Harry, and if the crown is destroyed and Harry is killed, you will die permanently, with no chance of resurrection. Therefore, you couldn't be sure whether we would trade Harry's life for yours. This golden crown is your last safeguard."
The entire dormitory was silent, even Dumbledore didn't think so much when he first saw the crown.
Snape, who rarely showed any signs of tension, now looked anxious. He glanced at Sherlock and then at Dumbledore, knowing that the final decision on how to handle this situation rested with them.
Lily, whose body had become much more ethereal, wore a calm expression. She looked at the person lying on the ground, who appeared to be her son but was actually the ultimate murderer of her and her husband. Her face showed not hatred or disgust, but a gentle, watery tenderness.
This tenderness, of course, was not for Voldemort. She trusted Sherlock and Dumbledore completely, knowing they would never trade the life of one of their students for anything else.
Even if that person was the most evil and terrifying Dark Lord in the entire Wizarding World.
"So what if it's as you say?"
Voldemort's voice, using Harry's, was cold, like the eternal ice on a snowy mountain.
"You can kill me right now, without even using a wand. Just use your all-controlling means to stop my breathing. Harry Potter might not even feel any pain, and I would no longer be a threat to anyone."
"The prophecy that has circulated in the Wizarding World for over a decade would be fulfilled. You kill Harry Potter, and Harry Potter's death kills me. So, just as the prophecy says, I die by the hand of this boy. A perfect ending, isn't it?"
Professor Mcgonagall and Snape's faces grew even more grim. Dumbledore, however, looked at Voldemort with a calm, unchanging expression, then turned his gaze to Sherlock, as if he were the only true decision-maker in the room. Whatever decision he made, Dumbledore would support it unconditionally.
Sherlock remained silent at first, still touching the crown in his hand, as if deep in thought.
Voldemort watched him, the hatred in his eyes impossible to hide.
No matter how calm he tried to appear, his life and death were now in the hands of others. Everything that had led to his current predicament was all because of the man standing before him!
"I investigated you, Sherlock, after I learned about you!" His voice grew sharp and wild. "Your first twenty years were utterly worthless. The so-called good grades you got at Hogwarts and the few books you wrote were only slightly more talented than the common masses. You were aloof, cold, and lacked any leadership qualities. You were essentially a half-wit who only studied to the point of death!"
"But after Dumbledore, that old fool, recruited you into Hogwarts, you changed completely! You became someone destined to oppose me. Whether it was killing the Basilisk, turning Wormtail into a Werewolf, or severely injuring me on the day of my resurrection, everything you did was to sabotage my plans. And now, you've brought me to this point!"
"Sherlock! You've taken everything from me!!!"
(End of Chapter)
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