My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 323 Slytherin and the Slytherin Heir

"It's unbelievable..." Slytherin stood where he was, looking at the door of the women's bathroom in front of him with a sad expression, and refused to take the first step after a long time, "They actually changed my castle like this. "

"Slytherin...Professor," Tom said, "Hogwarts has a lot of students, and it really needs a lot of bathrooms for students to meet their physical needs. When more and more open spaces are converted into useful places, it is a sign Make your business the success you want it to be.”

"You can really talk," Slytherin smiled reassuringly. Tom thought he would have to spend more time talking, but he didn't expect Slytherin to accept all this so quickly. Walking indoors, his goal is very clear, he seems to know which faucet corresponds to the secret room, "But this is normal, I did not disclose my secret room, so it is understandable for them to mistake this place for an empty room Yes, I also took into account the fact that it was covered, so there is a charm that always makes the sign of the entrance to the chamber appear on the nearest ironwork."

Slytherin is much more approachable than imagined, and he is also a very reasonable person. Tom silently wrote the book "Historical Ratings - 100 Things You Need to Know About Salazar Slytherin" in his mind. Erase the content of the old portrait, and start to observe this old grandpa with his own eyes, although he is trying to straighten his back, but he can't restrain his old age. It seems that there is something heavy on his shoulders, trying to press this ancient portrait into the obsolete. In the pile of old papers.

He was humming an old ballad whose lyrics were the Hogwarts school song.

After turning around for a while, Slytherin suddenly stopped singing. At this moment, he was standing in front of the faucet at the entrance of the secret room, turned around and looked at Tom, "Come on, turn it on."

"Professor, this is your secret room."

"I like the title of your professor, it makes me feel as if I am still conscientiously teaching students," Slytherin shook his head and stepped aside, "You are a person of this era, my treasure should not be opened by myself, Come, Heir of Slytherin... this is your Chamber of Secrets."

The ancient wizard's speech always has an inexplicable charm. His tone is ups and downs, like reciting a poem, or casting a spell. Tom was infected by these words, and his heart was filled with inexplicable excitement. His feet moved, There was hope in Slytherin's eyes, as if he was full of anticipation for Tom to open the door of the Chamber of Secrets himself.

Tom and Slytherin looked at each other for a long time, and finally walked to the faucet, staring at the snake-shaped mark on the faucet, the mark twisted slowly, the command "turn on" was spit out from his mouth, and there was a boom from behind the sink In the sound, Slytherin nodded with satisfaction.

"Come on, the inheritance of Slytherin has been ruined for a long time. Maybe you have seen those gems and those spells, but they are just scratching the surface."

Amidst the roar of the machine, the entrance hidden behind the sink slowly appeared, like a boa constrictor growing its huge mouth full of fangs, Slytherin took the lead and jumped down, "They owe You are too much, the offspring of Slytherin should not have such a poor childhood!"

"I had a happy childhood, Professor." Tom followed closely.

"That's really a blessing in misfortune."

After jumping down the pipe, Slytherin realized that he didn't have a wand, and was ready to be shaken out of a little ink, but when he was about to fall to the ground, he felt a breeze gently lift him up, and he was stable. Standing still after landing, he turned his head, looked at Tom who was following him, raised the corners of his mouth, and said with a smile, "How do they judge me? An old lunatic who is rigid, wizard-oriented, blood-oriented, and rejects Muggles ?”

"No, professor," Tom stood still in the tunnel, lit his wand, and responded briefly, "You are the Big Four of Hogwarts."

"Big Four?"

"Professor," Tom whispered, "I think you are the real founder of Hogwarts. Without you, Muggle-born wizards like me might be at the bottom forever, maybe in a few years." You may have become a criminal before."

"You still know this?" Slytherin shook his head, "You are lucky if you can remember the names of those of us. I have been to the library, which used to be our family's studio. I saw the school history on the bookshelf. , but no one seems to be borrowing them."

"We all buy our own school history," Tom lied a little, and said, "Gnar, that's the 'Nordic' kid you said, he loves history very much, we just arrived at Hogwarts When we were together, he often told us the story of the establishment of the school by the Big Four. Together with the other three professors, you traveled to every inch of Great Britain and brought back every little wizard who was exposed to danger."

This is true. Compared with other people's prejudices, Tom didn't look at Slytherin with colored glasses. He couldn't help but feel a little lucky. If there were no people like Nelson, Slytherin might really be judged. To be a rigid, wizard-obsessed, blood-obsessed, Muggle-resistant old lunatic.

"Really?" Slytherin laughed a little relieved, and he quickly fell into the memories of thousands of years ago, "Indeed, it was very difficult for us to recruit students at that time, pure blood wizards looked down on our grassroots school, And Muggle-born students..."

"Really, Professor," said Tom bright-eyed, "I know what happened, and you certainly did the right thing!"

Slytherin froze, he didn't expect Tom to say such a thing, he turned his back, as if observing the mural that had been locked on the wall.

"But there is a big problem with what you just said." After a while, he stood beside Tom again and corrected him, "If Hogwarts hadn't been established, you wouldn't have become a Muggle-born criminal, Instead, you will inherit the Slytherin name, the castle, and untold family charms, and become one of those who rule the country."

"Why didn't you do that in the first place?" Tom retorted.

"How to do it?" Slytherin used Tom's fluorescent spell to identify the direction, and walked towards the secret room, "Then why should I start a school?"

"I see, Professor."

"Well," Slytherin walked, looking at the dark patterns on the walls on both sides, where there should have been many snakes made of emeralds, he pointed to those patterns, and introduced to Tom, "in This basement was my favorite playground when I was a kid, and I especially loved taking home gems and making pretty patterns on the bare walls, sadly they’re gone.”

"Sorry, Professor."

"Oh?" Slytherin raised his eyebrows. "Did you do this? I thought it was washed away."

"Yes."

"Haha," Slytherin laughed dryly, "then that chandelier..."

"Sorry, Professor."

"..."

Slytherin was silent. Along the way, he didn't know how to face this junior who was too greedy, but after thinking about it, the greed of the younger generation was nothing more than poverty, and poverty was because the ancestors did not leave enough financial resources. For future generations to squander...Because Tom's prying behavior was too outrageous, even Slytherin's thoughts became weird, and he even began to reflect on his ability to make money.

"Okay," skipping the topic just now, the two finally reached the entrance of the secret room that depicts two giant snakes. Slytherin looked at the bare snake skin and felt that it had a special aesthetic feeling, "Let's go in."

As soon as the words were finished, the two snakes on the gate became entangled with each other. Tom looked at this scene he had never seen before, and silently looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar palace behind the gate that was torn open by their fangs.

"Has anyone else been here?"

"There's Gnar, Professor Dumbledore, and Nagini, another friend of mine," said Tom. "She got a blood curse and turned into a big snake, so we had to hide her here."

"Blood curse?" Slytherin narrowed his eyes. "A blood curse orc in the form of a snake? Wait, you just said that?"

"That's right," said Tom proudly. "Gnarl used the Animagus to strip the blood curse from her soul."

"Snake..." Slytherin pondered for a moment, as if he was thinking about the feasibility of this matter. After a while, he nodded and said with emotion, "I didn't expect that even the blood curse could be solved. That Nordic boy is really very good." Unusual."

"You keep talking about the Nordic boy, do you know his life experience?" Tom asked curiously.

"Of course, he doesn't look British at first glance," Slytherin smiled. "Don't forget, many people say that I am a loyal supporter of blood theory."

"Do you know more details?" Tom asked, "He has always been curious about his own life experience."

"I don't think this matter should be more concerned," Slytherin said solemnly, "We should care more about the Spirit Words on him. Did you teach him this magic?"

"What's the matter, Professor?" Tom felt a trace of tension from Slytherin's tone, "I once collided with his Patronus Charm with Speech Spirit in a duel, and since then his Patronus has never been used again." Come out, in order to solve this problem, I once taught him the spirit of speech, is there any restriction? Is he in any danger?"

"At present, the danger is not so great, but why do you want to learn magic that you don't understand, and even learn it?"

"Is this magic difficult, Professor?"

"..." Slytherin coughed lightly, and continued, "It's not difficult, but do you know why I created Spiritual Words in the first place?"

"Because you can't learn the Patronus?"

"You child...Of course, I really can't learn the Patronus. My magic power is too deeply affected by black magic. Dark wizards can't learn the Patronus. Although I am sure to maintain my soul, the magic will always Metamorphosis," Slytherin pressed his hand on a stone pillar, and the runes of spirit speech flashed above his head, "but in order to fight against the catastrophe of the dementors back then, I developed a method that anyone can use with any emotion. It is similar to the patron saint spell, it can effectively kill the dementors, and at the same time, its power against the patron saint is the same."

"Gnar's Patronus was destroyed by me...and Spirit Words cannot be used together with the Patronus Charm." Tom quickly realized the seriousness of the problem.

"That's right, you're smart," Slytherin clapped his hands approvingly, and said, "The Patronus Charm requires a bright heart and a good mood, but Spiritual Words correspond to other emotions—anger, lust, hatred , and even jealousy will become the driving force of magic, I know some people like to say that they have mixed feelings, but can your magic power be mixed? "

"Nanal..."

"When you were participating in the Triwizard Tournament, he briefly let the Patronus attach to the giant. I guess he had used the word spirit to remove some of the influence of your emotional collision, so although his The Patronus has no entity, but it can still attach to other things to assist in combat," Slytherin said, "but then your headmaster asked him to do something."

"Peves?" Tom frowned.

"You have a quick brain, that's right, Royna set some spells in the castle to ensure that the little wizard's magic power would not run amok due to too fast growth and too active spirit. I didn't expect these magic powers to A castle elf was born," Slytherin nodded, and said, "He guessed the essence of Peeves early on, and solved the problem in the most convenient way—absorbing its emotions. Like a water-filled sac, it has absorbed too much magic power-I say, Tom, he has studied the charm far better than you."

"That's too much nonsense!" Tom waved his wand angrily.

"That's right, this guy is the same as Godric, and so is your current headmaster," Slytherin said rudely once, "covered the pot and simmered it for a lifetime, and when I opened it, I found that there was no good stew in it! "

"What are we going to do?" Tom asked anxiously, "I can't go on like this."

"Don't worry, there won't be any good food in a hurry," Slytherin said like a gourmet, "Let him come here another day, the best way to solve this problem is to release the magic power, but there is no suitable food." The carrier would be dangerous, but I don't think it's a big problem for him—from my observation, he should have countless things to bear these huge magic powers."

Slytherin rambled on for a long time, but Tom didn't catch what he was saying until Slytherin walked up to him and waved.

"Ah..." Tom came back to his senses, "What's the matter, Professor?"

"Listen carefully, I noticed that your spellcasting habits have the shadow of Royna, have you seen her?" Slytherin seemed to have forgotten that he had asked Tom this question in the first place.

"I've seen her memory."

"The crown? She always likes to play tricks like this, and some ideas even shock me, an evil dark wizard." Slytherin marveled. "I admit that she is creative, but not suitable for teaching." .”

"Professor, I think Ms. Royna's spell works very well, it is very concise and very fast."

"Is your name Ravenclaw?"

"I--"

"From now on, the most concise, fastest, best-used, most powerful, and most efficient magic surname is Slytherin!"

"professor--"

"I ask you to take two hours a day to come here by yourself, and I will teach you all the magic that belongs to Slytherin. What your headmaster taught you is too gentle, and Royna's magic is too gentle. It’s too flashy,” Slytherin’s face was filled with unshakable confidence, and in an instant, every stone pillar in the chamber of secrets lit up, and countless runes shone above Tom’s head like stars, Slytherin’s The voice echoed among the stone pillars, "If you have never seen the strong, then you will always be considered weak. People with Slytherin blood are not worthy of being weak!"

Tom stared obsessively at the runes that he had never seen in these years, his eyes full of obsession.

"Yes, it's this desire that will make you strong!" Slytherin shouted, "Tom Slytherin! I can't wait too long!"

There were rustling noises in the distance, and the cute basilisk was startled by the sound. It had already forgotten the past after repeated serious injuries, but it still crawled out of the darkness in the corner, towards the most familiar person in its memory. near.

The starry sky made of runes is experiencing the darkness before dawn. The moonlight of the past shone on Slytherin, but the sun is emerging.

"Professor," Tom regained his clarity after a brief trance, "my name is Tom Marvolo Riddle."

"Oh?" Slytherin was silent for a moment, and after receiving too many rejections tonight, he chuckled, "Okay."

The chamber of secrets lit up, and the blazing light of the runes shone on Tom. The Slytherin beside him was somewhat transparent, and the color became thinner. He was just a person in the painting who came from the past.

(End of this chapter)