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Chapter 426: Mom
Chapter 426: Mom
Voldemort never imagined he would find himself in such a dire situation.
Standing before the Wizarding World's Aurors and his own subordinates, he was forced to dissolve and commit suicide, and now even his soul was completely controlled, turning him into a prisoner.
If someone had told him this would happen just a day ago, Voldemort would have laughed it off as impossible.
But now, he truly was about to be killed.
In front of Snape and others, the black mist in Sherlock's palm seemed like an ethereal vapor, lacking any solid form.
Hearing Sherlock's words, Voldemort, who had been desperately trying to break through the invisible barrier trapping him, finally stopped his futile efforts.
Voldemort, who had always pursued true immortality and was once the nightmare of countless wizards, was terrified of death.
He had spent his entire life trying to escape death, and now, with his life in Sherlock's hands, he discarded all his dignity and pride, begging for mercy.
"Please, Sherlock. I am no longer a threat to you or the entire Wizarding World. I can swear an oath to you, just let me live!"
Sherlock did not respond to his plea but lifted him up.
"Why don't we hear what the other three professors think? If any of them believes you can be forgiven, you might still have a chance, Voldemort."
Whether Sherlock's words were true or not, Voldemort clung to them as his last hope, and he began to beg his former subordinates.
"Severus, I always favored you the most! Do you remember when you first joined the Death Eaters? I treated you differently from everyone else. You once swore to serve me for life. Let me live, Severus..."
But Snape's eyes held only endless coldness.
"Did you ever think about that year when you were preparing to go after Potter? I begged you to spare Lily, remember?"
"That time, I agreed! I was prepared to spare her! It was she who was stubborn, determined to die for her son!"
"So on that day, the foolish, ignorant, and deeply sinful Severus Snape who had sworn allegiance to you died! And you should die the same!"
Hearing Snape's ruthless words, Voldemort realized that his once-loyal subordinate was the one who hated him the most.
He did not continue to plead and instead turned to Professor Mcgonagall.
"Head of Gryffindor House, Professor Mcgonagall, I know you are a merciful professor... so will you give me a chance? Even bad students get a chance to correct their mistakes, and I should have that chance too. I have repented..."
But before he could finish his plea for mercy, Professor Mcgonagall interrupted him with a look of disgust.
"Students have a chance to repent because they are still learning right from wrong and can be educated. But you are different, Dark Lord. I can assure you that you do not regret any of the crimes you have committed; you only regret being caught. The only way to atone for your crimes is to pay with your life!"
Professor Mcgonagall's words were decisive, completely shattering any hope Voldemort had held for her mercy.
His last and only remaining hope was now solely on Dumbledore.
Before he could even speak, Dumbledore was already looking at the black, gaseous form of Voldemort with his blue eyes, speaking softly.
"You have become what you are today partly because of my failure to educate you, Tom."
Voldemort's mood visibly intensified. He had never held any hope for Dumbledore, but from these words, he sensed a glimmer of possibility!
"Yes—so now you have a chance to make amends for your failures—Professor Dumbledore! You can guide me back to the right path—you can correct your mistakes!"
He said this with urgent and sincere earnestness.
But Dumbledore's expression did not change in the slightest. He remained calm as he spoke.
"The one who should make amends is not me, Tom. You still haven't understood what I am trying to tell you. In the world of the living, you have no more chances. Perhaps in the journey of death, which you fear the most, you might gain a new perspective, like a first-year might."
Dumbledore's words caused Voldemort to erupt completely.
He finally saw the reality and knew that there was no way to escape death today.
"You damned hypocrites! Why can you give anyone else a chance but not me! I only killed a few people! What other great wrongs have I committed? You fear my power! You fear my talent! You have no respect for magic or the blood of Wizards!!!"
"Is this your last word?"
Sherlock's voice, devoid of any emotion, rang out as he slowly tightened his fingers.
"Do you have nothing more meaningful to say before you die?"
Voldemort, in his black mist form, was visibly being eroded at a rapid pace. His voice, filled with pain and hatred, let out a final curse!
"Sherlock! You will not have a good end! I curse you! I curse you to end up like me..."
However, even before he could finish his verbal curse, the black mist dissipated completely in Sherlock's hands.
At the same time, a witch appeared before Sherlock, seemingly out of nowhere.
Her appearance was so familiar to him that he instinctively called out to her the moment he saw her.
"Mom..."
Selena looked at him with a gentle, water-like gaze, the same way Lily had once looked at Harry.
After calling out to her, Sherlock regained his composure.
This was clearly a spontaneous reaction after the soul fusion. He had now completely merged with the residual soul of the original Sherlock, and the familiarity and closeness brought by Selena triggered his instincts.
Sherlock felt somewhat nervous now.
The figure before him was clearly the remnant soul of Selena that had been hidden deep within Voldemort's soul. How should he face her now?
Before Sherlock could struggle with how to speak, Selena reached out and touched his hair.
"I know you are not him, but this is not your fault, child. You have lived a more splendid and admirable life for him. I should thank him through you."
(End of Chapter)
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