Chapter 424 Causes and Consequences

Using a professional metaphor from the scientific side, this ball can be called the "service terminal" of magic. To use a more magical term, it is the "origin" of all wizards' magic abilities.

Sherlock stared at the ball, lost in thought.

He was sure that this origin had no thoughts, it was completely a dead object.

It seemed that it had been programmed before, it would only operate according to the established rules, without any ideas of its own, or being manipulated by anyone.

From the beginning of coming to this place, Sherlock had an extremely familiar feeling about this ball, as if he had had some close contact with this thing before, but in his memory, he had indeed seen it for the first time.

Just as Sherlock was lost in thought, the light ball that had been quietly rotating suddenly flashed a white light, and a picture of unknown time flashed in Sherlock's mind.

The location of the picture was still here, colorful light filled every space, and a transparent figure suddenly broke in.

Sherlock looked at the ghost-like figure, and the whole person was completely stunned.

That person was himself!

It's just that it's not Sherlock in this body now, but the one in his previous life before he crossed into this world!

Rather than saying that Sherlock broke in by himself, it's more like some unknown force pulled him in by force, because he was in the form of a soul and showed an unconscious state, and it didn't seem like he could come to such a place that could be said to be a wizard's hall by himself.

After Sherlock's soul was unconsciously pulled into this space, the light ball obviously crashed for a while.

It seemed that it encountered some difficult problem that it couldn't handle at all, causing its program to get stuck with a bug.

The light in the entire space dimmed, but this situation was only a brief moment. The light ball seemed to have found a way to fix the bug by itself, and the colorful light continued to shine, and Sherlock's floating soul was thrown out of this space again.

Although it only stayed here for a few seconds, Sherlock's soul was still stained with some unique characteristics of the "origin", and the transparent soul was faintly flashing with colorful light, and then the whole picture ended.

After reading this past video, Sherlock felt different when he stared at the light ball.

He now had great reason to suspect that the reason he traveled to this world was because of the "server terminal" of this magic world.

It is very likely that there was a bug when it was running, and the soul of his previous life who fell into the water and died was brought to this space. Later, in order to solve the bug, it was thrown to another wizard who had just died in the magic world, so he traveled through this matter.

After thinking about the cause and effect, Sherlock's eyes were a little complicated.

If there was no problem with the light ball itself, he would not have to experience the dangers and encounters of this world.

But in fact, think about it again, what he has experienced since he came here, the gains are far more than what he has paid.

If Sherlock is given a chance to choose, he will definitely not hesitate and will still choose to come to this world.

The people and things he met in this world are more precious than anything else, especially Silk.

After sighing for a moment, Sherlock also doubtfully conducted a complete examination of his body.

At this time, he was in better condition than at any time before, and no problems were found.

This made him curious whether the "origin" that the light ball had contaminated had any adverse effects on him after he came to this space.

Just when he was puzzled, a colorful light floated out of his body at some point.

The light seemed to be very excited and circled around the light ball, then merged into the surrounding space and disappeared.

This was obviously the "origin" that his soul in his previous life took away when he first came to this space.

Now that his soul is perfect and qualified to come to this space again, the light ball pulled him in again, probably to take back this thing that should not belong to the magic world.

But even now, Sherlock still doesn't know what effect this "origin" that has been with him for four years has brought to him.

Just as he was thinking, the light ball fixed all the bugs, and at this time, there was no intention to keep Sherlock to treat him to a cup of tea, and directly kicked him out of this space.

Sherlock only felt that the scenery in front of him changed, and the next moment, he returned to Harry's spiritual world.

His physical experience seemed to have lasted for at least an hour, but to the outside world, it was only a few seconds.

Harry was still looking at him nervously, and there was no Voldemort around.

Just now, Harry saw with his own eyes that the dark devil, feared by countless people, melted like butter on a hot pan under Sherlock's hands and disappeared completely.

"Professor, is Voldemort... dead?"

Harry looked at Sherlock and opened his eyes, and then asked stutteringly.

Sherlock slowly came back to his senses at this time. He first simply familiarized himself with his body, which had undergone earth-shaking changes, and then answered Harry's question.

"The one just now was just a remnant soul that has been hiding in your body for more than ten years, Harry. The real Voldemort is still trying to take over your body and completely replace you."

Harry was obviously more nervous, but Sherlock's next words made him relax a lot.

"But I think I have found him..."

Sherlock narrowed his eyes, and after he whispered this sentence, he disappeared in front of Harry.

Outside Harry's body, in the Gryffindor dormitory.

Sherlock, who had been standing there with his eyes closed without any movement, suddenly opened his eyes, and his hands were tightly clenched into fists as if he had grasped something.

Seeing that he finally responded, Snape and Professor McGonagall, who were anxiously waiting, suddenly became alert, and even Dumbledore showed a focused look on his face.

"What's going on?"

Snape asked with an anxiety that he had never shown before.

Sherlock did not answer his question, but stretched out his fisted hand, and slowly loosened his five fingers in front of them.

In the palm of his hand, a mass of black fog was constantly trying to break through a transparent barrier and escape from here.

"Come and say hello to everyone with your true self, Voldemort."