[Zhongyingmei] My dad is Voldy

Tom, Irene, and Sherlock looked at each other, with complex emotions in their eyes.

The next second, Irene pulled her wrist out of Sherlock's hand in a panic, and then, Sherlock seemed to be pushed away by a pair of invisible big hands, and hit the wall with a "bang".

"Things are not what you see." Erin explained dumbfoundingly.

"I know." Tom held Irene halfway in his arms, narrowed his eyes dangerously and stared at Sherlock who was struggling to get up, and seemed to be thinking about what kind of curse to use to bypass the protection of the bracelet. Let this nasty Muggle lie in St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Wounds for a year or so.

Of course Tom believed that there could be nothing between Irene and this damned Muggle, but the unsightly scene just now still gave him a big shock.Tom is not a magnanimous person in the first place, and coupled with his strong desire to protect and possess Irene, his anger and jealousy are rising at the moment.

"Don't." Irene guessed what he was going to do from the strength of Tom's embrace of her, and quickly stopped Tom's shot.

How angry, my daughter-in-law was taken advantage of by that damn Muggle, and even spoke for him.Tom looked at Sherlock even more unkindly.

"After all, I caused it." Irene explained in a low voice, "It's my fault."

Tom frowned in disapproval, and just about to speak, Irene blocked it with a finger.Irene approached Tom's ear and whispered, "I was thinking, if possible, should I return this body to the original owner?"

"What?" Tom was startled, and sternly denied, "No!"

"I'm not leaving you." Irene reassured, "I mean, reshaping a body."

Just as Tom was about to speak, he suddenly noticed Sherlock's curious eyes.Tom waved his wand, and the office door opened automatically, and Sherlock was thrown out, slamming the door hard.

Without the existence of the eyesore, Tom pondered for a while, and said, "This is theoretically feasible, but no matter what method is used, it will hurt you to some extent to take your soul out of the current body. I don't want you to hurt yourself for a Muggle."

"Tom, I'm not here for Sherlock."

"I don't want you to hurt yourself for anybody," said Tom, in a tone of conviction.

"I do it for myself," Erin said.

"Anyone includes yourself." Tom said, "I just hope you are well, and I don't care about the rest. The original owner of this body and the feelings of that Sherlock Holmes have nothing to do with us .”

Irene glanced at Tom in disapproval. Compared with Irene's straight and straight three views, Tom's moral bottom line has always been low, but the existence of Irene and Anita made Tom's three views less crooked. Anything that threatened their mother and daughter, Tom would do anything.

"I don't know why you care about this all of a sudden. This is not the first time you have traveled to another person." The picture he saw when he opened the door just now suddenly appeared in front of his eyes again. The expression on Lin's face couldn't help Tom not caring, he blurted out, "Or is there something special about that Sherlock to you?"

Seeing the disbelieving expression on Irene's face, Tom immediately realized that he had said the wrong thing.

"You think so?" Irene turned and left.

Tom quickly grabbed Irene's hand, "I don't distrust..."

"Do you know?" Irene pulled out her hand, turned to look at Tom and said, "I've always cared, but for the slightest chance of getting back to you, I had to let myself not care."

With a roar of "Don't follow!", Irene slammed the door and went out.

On the other side, a few minutes ago, Sherlock stood up with difficulty while clutching his waist and baring his teeth.Although the bracelet from the Holy See protected Sherlock from part of the magic damage, the physical damage of being hit on the wall and the ground is obviously not within the protection range of the bracelet, let alone Tom's magic power is so strong that the bracelet can bear it part up.

Sherlock crept close to the door of the Defense Against the Dark Arts office, trying to eavesdrop.But before Sherlock put his ears on the door, the two knights beside the door, who he always thought were statues, pulled out their swords. If Sherlock hadn't reacted quickly, he would have almost cut off his ears.

"I hate magic," Sherlock muttered, limping away.

Back in his office, Sherlock sat on the sofa with a serious face, crossed his fingers in front of his chin, his brain was running rapidly, analyzing and integrating the information he had just obtained.

First of all, his original guess about the dual personality should be wrong. Although there are also cases where the main personality has been asleep for more than ten years and the sub-personality controls the body, according to common sense, the stimulation he gave before should be enough to wake up the main personality.

"So what you said before was just for testing?" Sherlock found himself in the thinking palace, with Irene Adler standing in front of him.Although she was speaking questioning words, Irene's expression was lightly smiling.

"Quiet, you're disturbing my thinking." Sherlock said blankly.

"This is your thinking palace." Irene caressed Sherlock's cheek, "If you didn't want to see me, why would you appear here?"

Sherlock was silent.

"Is what you said before a lie, Sherlock?" Irene breathed into Sherlock's ear.

"What do you think?" Sherlock said, he still didn't have much expression on his face, but there seemed to be a little smile in his eyes, "You are the projection of my thinking, you should be much clearer than me about what I am thinking .”

"Of course I know, but I want to hear from you." Irene laughed teasingly.

"Boring." Sherlock rolled his eyes, "Get out of here, I'm trying to find a way to save you, you're here so I can't think."

Eileen shrugged, turned and left.

"Miss Adler, would you like to have dinner with me?" Sherlock suddenly said before Irene's figure disappeared.

Irene turned her head in amazement, and after staring at Sherlock for a while, Irene smiled, "I'll wait for you to rescue me, Mr. Holmes." After speaking, Irene disappeared into the thinking palace.

The corners of Sherlock's lips hooked slightly, and soon, he regained his serious expression.Sherlock pushed open a door on the left, which was the scene of the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office before he was thrown out by Tom.

Although Erin and Tom lowered their voices when they spoke, Sherlock could read some lips, so he probably knew what they were talking about.

In Sherlock's thought palace, Irene kept repeating: "How about I return this body to the original owner?"; "I mean, reshape a body."

In the case of multiple personalities, there can only be one soul—if there is a soul at all.Then there is no possibility of reshaping a body to separate the two personalities.

Sherlock walked out of this room quickly, walked through a corridor, and opened another door. A deep red old-fashioned steam train was running on the vast wilderness of northern England.Sherlock took a step forward and entered a carriage. In the carriage, Anita was lying on Hermione's shoulder, laughing nonstop, "She's my mother, dear."

What if what Anita said was true, what if Anita meant not the body but the soul?This can explain many unreasonable places.

Sherlock was running on the train and pushed open the door of another compartment. After a while, Tom and Irene appeared at the door side by side. It cannot be formed within a few months.

Sherlock frowned deeply. The conclusion he deduced now completely violated his perception of the world for decades.

But when all the impossibilities are eliminated, no matter what remains, even the impossible must be the truth.

So, in this world, do souls really exist?

After a person dies, can he survive by occupying another person's body?

How can the soul of Mrs. Riddle leave Irene's body?The wizarding world should have more research on souls, but it is obviously impossible for him to ask wizards for help.

On the other side, Anita was still excitedly talking to Draco about Dad's Defense Against the Dark Arts class, "I finally know why Professor Dumbledore rejected Dad's job application back then. Professor Defense, the British wizarding world is probably full of daddy's fans now."

"Your father's brainwashing ability is indeed very strong." Draco agreed.

"What is brainwashing?" Anita retorted, "It's obviously because Dad is so attractive."

In front of Anita, the hopeless father, Draco chose to change the subject, "You don't have class in the afternoon, do you? Go to the lake to do your homework together?"

"Muggle Studies in the afternoon," said Anita.

"I remember you didn't take this course?"

"No, but I really want to take summer...cough, Professor Cumberbatch's Muggle Studies class." Anita said, "Would you like to go with me?"

"Okay." Draco said nonchalantly.

At this time, Anita saw the Weasley twins walking in front of them, and she caught up with them, "Hi, George. Hi, Fred."

"Hi, Princess Anita." George and Fred said in unison.

Anita walked between George and Fred, put her hands on the shoulders of each of them (Draco, who was walking behind, saw his face was a little dark), and said in a low voice, "If I want to be in a certain professor's class Mischief, do you have any magic tricks to recommend?"

George and Fred's eyes lit up.

"Which professor's class?" George asked.

"What do you want to do?" Fred asked.

"Temporary secret, you will know when the time comes." Anita said.

"All right, George," said Fred.

"And Fred," said George.

"Recommended to you, bait bomb." The two said together.

"After igniting, the decoy bomb will run around to attract the attention of others."

"At the same time there will be a large cloud of smoke and a lot of noise."

"It's powerful, and it's stealthy enough." George and Fred clapped their hands together, "It's a must-have product for you to travel at home, skip classes and make trouble."

"Is there one that's... er... less covert?" Anita asked.

George and Fred looked at each other with interest, "Provoke the professor openly? We like it!"

"But even if you are the daughter of the Dark Lord, you will die a miserable death if you do this." George reminded.

"Every professor has the right to deduct points and confinement, and your father can't interfere." Fred said.

"Thanks for reminding me, I know," said Anita. "Please."

"Okay, we recommend the newly developed works to you."

"Weasley whoosh—boom fireworks."