Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 400 Strange Memory

"So you bred the basilisk and used it to get rid of those children who you said were not worthy of learning magic?" Ravenclaw took a small step forward, holding Salazar down in momentum.

Salazar was silent, he did not respond to Ravenclaw's words.

"I've known that's what he is!" whispered Hufflepuff, "but I always thought he would change."

"I misread you, I thought you—" Gryffindor said bitterly.

"That's enough," Salazar interrupted them. He looked calm and composed, without the embarrassment of being exposed by his closest friend. "I did this just to make our school safer. I think you will understand me, Rowena, you are the smartest of us."

Ravenclaw nodded lightly, and said loudly, "But that's not why you're hiding a basilisk in the castle." Immediately afterwards, she quickly lowered her head and mused, "Let me think about it, you bred a basilisk. Where did you get that vile Helbo's note? He's an extremely evil wizard. What else are you experimenting with?"

Hera could clearly see Salazar's fists clenched tightly behind him, but on the surface, he was still so relaxed.

"I don't think we need to continue talking." Salazar sighed, "Time will tell who is right."

"You'd better tell us where the basilisk is hiding, or—" Gryffindor took a big step forward, and came to Salazar, their chests pressed together.This way, he could better see Salazar's pupils.

"Otherwise?" Salazar chuckled, "This is a castle passed down from my family. I donate it generously. Can't I even keep a pet in it?"

"Pet? Are you kidding me?" Hufflepuff was startled.

Salazar turned his head to her, and repeated in a very sure tone, "Snakes aren't the most suitable pets for a Slytherin family?"

"But this threatens the safety of the students in the castle." Gryffindor grabbed the collar of Salazar's robe firmly, "Do you understand what you are doing?"

"Obviously, I am the most sober person in the room." Salazar said lightly, "I must ensure that the school can still be carried out according to our ideas after hundreds of years, instead of being submerged in the tide of history like other schools."

"So," Ravenclaw looked up, the diadem on her brow gleaming with gold, "what else did you do?"

"Nothing." Salazar spread his hands, as if he didn't care that Gryffindor was still grabbing his collar.

Gryffindor growled, "Do you think we'll believe it?"

"Can you stop being so rude? Haven't you gotten rid of this bad habit?" Salazar shook the front of the robe lightly, as if something dirty had gotten on it.

"We're going to do a carpet sweep of the castle until we figure out where exactly you hid the basilisk." Gryffindor let go of Salazar's collar angrily.

They left, and left with a lot of temper.Salazar just stood there, motionless.Just when Hera thought the memory was over, a long sigh suddenly came, which startled him a lot.

"You can see this memory, which means that I have succeeded, but Haierbo's notes did not say how long you will be awake. I think it may take a few years." Salazar said softly, if Hera was not so nervous that he held his breath, he would not even be able to hear clearly.

These words confused Hera, who was Salazar talking to, his Horcrux?

But where did Dumbledore get this memory?
Could it be that he had killed Slytherin's Horcrux?

No, it couldn't be, and if Dumbledore had really done all this, he would have told Hera.

"I have to admit that I didn't expect them to find out about all this. It was an omission in my plan. I think it was the anomaly that all the roosters in the vegetable garden died that aroused their suspicion." Salazar sat on the sofa as he spoke, sinking deeply in it. The candlelight could only illuminate his wrinkled forehead, which made him look extremely old for a moment.

"I have improved Hai Erbo's experiment, and I think his experiment is too cruel," Salazar's voice echoed in the room like the whisper of an ancient god, which made Hera's heart rise instantly.

"I used some parts—parts of me, and materials from the basilisk to make the most perfect version of you."

The flickering candlelight flickered, as if it would go out at any moment.This made Hera approach Salazar slowly, trying to hear what he said behind him.

"Always. Always remember to stick to the original intention. Protect Hogwarts. Protect Hogwarts"

Salazar's voice became lower and lower, and the surrounding environment became darker and darker, until finally, the surroundings became completely dark.

"Salazar Slytherin's Horcrux." Hera murmured, he was puzzled and confused about these things, he had even just come out of the mourning of Dumbledore's death, but everything seemed to have changed, and there was even a Slytherin's Horcrux, which only existed in Dumbledore's guess.

Sounds like a guy more terrifying than Voldemort.

"But," Hera lowered her head in thought, and rubbed her chin with her fingers subconsciously, "if Slytherin's Horcrux still insisted on Salazar's wish to create him, where would he be?"

"If I were him, I would have been hiding in the corner and watching all this quietly, and if the situation changed, I would come out and stop it as soon as possible." Hera's eyes narrowed gradually, and he had a bold guess.

Argus Filch!

That's right, it was him. Filch had always been in the castle. No one knew about his life. He seemed to have been in the castle all the time, and no one had ever seen him appear in other places.He was like a ghost in a castle, perhaps even worse than a ghost.

Thinking about it carefully, Filch did have a lot of doubts about him.

Hera was not in a hurry to go out, he needed a little time to think, and he felt that he was about to grasp that point.

Filch has always been a nuisance, his hobby is to antagonize students, which makes almost all students dislike him.But this seems to be explainable, because in Slytherin's eyes, the current Hogwarts obviously does not meet his expectations.Filch's commitment to reintroducing those brutal punishments may also be strong evidence.

But, Slytherin probably doesn't like cats! ?
Hera fell into doubt, and he felt a little unreasonable, but he couldn't think of a more suitable candidate for a while.

"Maybe I should ask Ms. Gray, she is Ravenclaw's daughter after all, maybe she will know something." Hera thought for a while, and jumped out of the Pensieve. As soon as he got out, Penello came up.

"How is it? Do you feel too tired?"

"It's nothing, I just feel a little confused, but I think Dumbledore must have planned a lot." Hera still couldn't let go of the Slytherin matter, he picked up the cloak on the back of the chair almost instantly, "I need to go out, it's in the castle, but I might miss lunch, you can ask Cowper to prepare dinner for you, you know, just snap your fingers, and it will appear."

"Okay, okay, after a few days of rest, you are going to be busy again, and you still refuse to tell me what you are busy with." Penello pouted, but still helped Hera put on the cloak and tied it carefully for him.

"You're not complaining, are you?" Hera hugged Penello crookedly, buried her head in her hair, and said amusedly.

Penello pinched Hera's nose angrily, "I should have been angry a long time ago, you almost made me worry to death a few days ago, and I don't know what I'm busy with these days, you refuse to tell me anything, I can't help you at all."

"Haha, I'm almost done, I'm almost done." Hera's voice became smaller and smaller, and he hugged Penello hard, as if he wanted to melt himself into it.

Penello gently tidied Hera's hair, "I just hope to help you, instead of being protected by you who don't know anything."

"I know, I know." Hera whispered, "but I have to go, I have something to figure out." He let go of Penello, looking into her eyes and smiling. "We're not going to be like this anytime soon, everything will be fine."

"I believe in you." Penello showed a bright smile.

Hera nodded, and strode out of the office, leaving a table of manuscripts for Penello to deal with.

Because she was not sure of Ms. Gray's location, Hera first went to find Baron, the bloody ghost of Slytherin.

"Baro, you have to take me to Helena."

Baro raised his head blankly, stared at Hera with haggard eyes, and said faintly: "It seems that you know something."

"I see, I saw what happened that year." Hera said lightly, he did see a lot, for example, Slytherin did create a Horcrux, and his tone was improved.This may be slightly different from Voldemort's Horcruxes.

But, there is no doubt that this is definitely a very important thing.

"Follow me." Bloody Baro nodded. He floated up from his seat and passed through the wall. Hera hurriedly followed him and ran to the corridor.

It took them a lot of effort to find Ms. Gray on the Astronomy Tower.

"I can feel your change when you come here, you are different from before." Ms. Gray turned her back to Hera and Bloodman Barrow, and her belt swayed in the wind as if she was real.

"I already know what happened back then, the Horcrux made by Slytherin." Hera said with a complicated expression, Ms. Gray and Baro in front of her were probably the only ones who knew the details.

Ms. Gray or Helena Ravenclaw turned around slowly, "You have figured everything out, but you still remain in doubt. The fog blocks your eyes."

"I think so, there are still some things I can't understand." Hera said frankly, while he was talking to Ms. Gray, Baro had already drifted away, and Ms. Gray's eyes flickered, ignoring him.

"The Killing Curse has done damage to your soul, which has undoubtedly caused you to experience many things, such as—death."

"I don't think there's anything worse than that." Hera shrugged. For Lady Gray - she was a ghost, and Ravenclaw's daughter, after all - to be able to feel his soul change was too childish.

I'm afraid no one has studied the Killing Curse more deeply than Ravenclaw, not even Voldemort.

After all, Voldemort is more often a user of spells. He may study the principles behind the spells, but he is definitely not as good as the famous Ravenclaw.

"I can feel your sadness," Ms. Gray walked up to Hera gently, and gently stroked Hera's forehead with her empty palm, although Hera only felt a burst of coldness. "Your soul is in pain."

"I can't think of anything more painful than this, but can we get to the point?" Hera changed the subject, he didn't want to relive with Ms. Gray how he killed Dumbledore. "For example, the Horcrux that Slytherin made back then."

Ms. Gray's hand froze for a moment, and quickly moved away from Hera's face. To be honest, Hera was so grateful to her, at least he didn't have to feel the cold tingling.

"Salazar Slytherin found a note from the poor Herbert in the family legacy." Lady Gray said softly, her voice seemed to be blown away by the wind, and she lowered her head slowly.

Hera nodded, "I know this. He used the content in the notes to create the basilisk and the Horcrux, and the other three school founders knew all about it."

"No," said Ms. Gray, looking up, shaking her head firmly, "they don't know that, at least not while they were alive."

"They only know about the basilisk, don't they?" Hera asked, frowning.

Ms. Gray nodded her head lightly, "That's right, they just thought that he kept a basilisk in the castle, mistakenly thinking that he still had the original idea of ​​using the basilisk to appeal to children in the castle who are not worthy of learning magic."

"But Salazar Slytherin doesn't think so at all. He just wants the school to continue according to the ideas of the four of them, instead of being silent in history like other schools." Hera quickly took the words, and he had seen this from memory.

Ms. Gray gave Hera a meaningful look, and said softly, "That's right, it's just that the other three didn't understand his thoughts at the time, and Slytherin is not good at explaining."

"So he left the castle and became what the history books say?" Hera asked.

"He left the castle and took his masterpiece with him to Little Hangleton, where his descendants are known as the Gaunts."

(End of this chapter)