Hogwarts’s Affectionate and Righteous Slytherin

Inside Flitwick's office.

Regis looked adoring: "Professor, are you injured?"

Professor Flitwick's beard shook: "Injured? I haven't done it for many years. Before that, I never failed! After coming to Hogwarts, I was also the dean of Ravenclaw, except for Albus. , who can hurt me?"

But that's not the answer Regis wanted.

He pondered for a long time, why Professor Flitwick is obviously a militant, why has been reclusive in Hogwarts and extremely low-key, the magic world can unfortunately put down his wand and become a Buddha immediately.

It's just that he was good at actual combat and talent when he was young. Why did his strength not increase significantly later.

Therefore, he speculated whether the other party suffered a secret injury when he was young, which made his strength unable to go further, and finally chose to come to Hogwarts to retire.

So he asked again: "Professor, I have read from the book that it seems that every wizard with powerful magical power will have a dark injury or some kind of defect later, which will prevent his strength from going any further."

"I know you love reading books, Reggie! But you have to know that not everyone who writes books is right."

The reason why Regis was so eager was that he had guessed a possibility... Through this period of fighting training, Professor Flitwick's mastery of magic was almost to the extreme, and he didn't understand why Professor Flitwick couldn't reach Dumbledore's level.

"Professor, you still can't break through the great magician and become a magician. There must be a reason, right?"

"... Today's training is over. If you're okay, you should go back to rest early. I'm tired."

Professor Flitwick felt that today's Reggie seemed to have changed his face, and he seemed less "heartened" than in the past.

Hear what this kid is saying?

Want to poke old Flitwick's wound?

For Merlin's sake, maybe it's time for the training program to end.

The reason... Of course, no one knows better than him what is wrong with his own body.

However, he felt that confessing to Reggie would not help, and would also affect his stalwart image. In this case, it would be less important to talk or not to talk.

Can Reggie do anything?

of course not……

He just wanted to verify what he thought, so he directly showed his cards: "Professor, you can't go further - is it because of the same problem as me?"

"Does it matter?"

"I think so."

"No comment."

After Professor Flitwick thought for a moment, he threw out such a sentence, and Reggie was choked on the spot.

Ten minutes later, Regis had a posture that I won't leave if you don't say anything.

Professor Flitwick sighed, "If you are persistent... Yes, Reggie, I used some black magic because of my research, which caused some problems with my soul."

"Is there no other way to solve it?"

"I'm sorry to tell you, maybe there is, but I haven't found it yet, so the integrity of the soul is very important to wizards."

Regis frowned. It seems that things are more serious than he imagined. Professor Flitwick's strength has not found a solution. How will his problems be solved in the future? Could it be that his strength is like Professor Flitwick, and he will always stay in the great magician...

No, not possible.

There must be a solution.

He stared at Professor Flitwick for a while, and after a while, he slowly said: "In this case, I would like to ask the professor, so how did the mysterious man achieve the breakthrough?"

Everyone is convinced that Professor Dumbledore is better than Voldemort, because Voldemort would never choose to fight Dumbledore head-on.

But no one doubts his strength.

Yes, why are they all using black magic, and torture to death is not rare, and the soul has long been tainted.

What's more, Regis also knew that the other party had a split Horcrux.

Voldemort has been making Horcruxes since he was in school, and the breakthrough in the later magic level does not seem to be restricted by conventions.

Professor Flitwick's expression froze, and his eyes became very complicated.

Otherwise, why would he sigh every time he thinks of that extremely talented student.

"I don't know, but I know that everything has a price. Regis, now, it's not just a problem of the soul, but also I'm getting older, and I've lost my strength and desire, let alone become stronger for me. It doesn't matter anymore."

Reggie had a question mark on her face.

This is... lie down?

Seeing Reggie's confused look, Professor Flitwick hurriedly comforted: "As for your question, don't worry, Reggie, our situation is different, I will help you pay attention."

In fact, Professor Flitwick is not lying, he has been studying the spell of the soul for many years, and he is old and no longer ambitious.

But Reggie was still very young, only a fourteen-year-old boy this year.

"Okay, Reggie, let's change the subject. I heard Fernando talk about your talent in alchemy, and I can help you with that if you want."

Ok?

Since the magic master's hidden skill is alchemy?

It's just that he came to Professor Flitwick's office many times and didn't find many alchemy items, which was not in line with the style of an alchemist.

"Professor Flitwick, you are hiding too deeply!"

When he left Professor Flitwick's office, Reggie was still a little lost.

Unexpectedly, Professor Flitwick has such a wide network of contacts, and never knew that he even knew Nick Lemay!

Thinking of this, Regis could hardly contain the excitement in his heart. If he was fortunate enough to be a close disciple of Nick LeMay...

Inherit the opponent's magic stone?

He is not interested!

To be honest, he is very shameless about coveting other people's things. Is he such a lowly person? !

He was greedy for the method of making the Philosopher's Stone.

******

A boy's shadow suddenly appeared in the empty second-floor girls' bathroom.

Regis looked around carefully, but didn't find anyone else's figure. He locked the door firmly, and after dispelling the phantom body curse, he began to **** under a drain tap.

Sure enough, under one of the broken faucets, a tiny snake-shaped sign was found.

Today he is going to go down and see!

Before that, there are a few things that need to be dealt with.

There was water under his feet that did not cover the soles of his shoes, and intermittent sobbing could be heard from a row of compartments next to him.

Weeping Myrtle.

Toilet water, her tears.

One by one, the door of the toilet compartment was pushed open, and after the third door was opened, a transparent figure appeared inside.

Myrtle, who was crying, raised her head and screamed, "Very good! A Slytherin boy, this is the girls' bathroom, what are you doing here? I knew you were all laughing at Myrtle. Mother, even she is not willing to let her go even when she is hiding in a small bathroom!"

As her emotions fluctuated violently, the water in the toilet under her body also began to pulsate, almost gushing out, like a spring.

An unspeakable smell began to spread!

The pungent smell, and the shrill cries of myrtle, made Reggie start to feel a headache and irritability.

He suppressed his temper with strong self-control, trying to maintain a gentle and polite attitude on the surface, "I didn't mean that, Myrtle."

Myrtle ignored him, but cried even louder.

It almost went from sobbing to wailing.

In that case.

"Soul binding."

Reggie walked back to the broken faucet and looked at the snake on it carefully. Who would have thought that the famous dark wizard would set the entrance of his secret room in the public washroom?

Finally, he arranged a few anti-disturbance spells around him. He lowered his body and tried to imagine the snake on the faucet as a living creature.

"Hiss."

Suddenly, the rusty faucet began to spin at a high speed, and soon disappeared. At the same time, a huge and dirty water pipe was exposed from the back of the sink.

Behind is a bottomless dark passage!

Reggie's expression showed a hint of shock.

This is the legendary secret room!

He took out a broom from his pocket, and there were a bunch of assorted lamps, roosters, white fresh essence, etc. in it, just in case.

The next second, he rode a broom and flew into the deep passage. This pipe was much longer than he thought, and it was all vertically downward.

At this time he was still thinking that maybe the real area of ​​Hogwarts was much larger than they thought.

Along the way, under the illumination of the light, he also saw a few snake skins emitting a dim light.

"If it wasn't for the basilisks not being able to see the light, giving them to Professor Slughorn should be a big favor, but Snape should also need them."

These are extremely precious and rare potion materials.

It didn't take long for Reggie to come to the end of the pipe.

It is still a prototype door made of sterling silver. Silver has high anti-magic properties, and there is still a circling snake in the middle.

"sizzle"

The silver gate opened to both sides, and what caught the eye was a very empty square, with stone pillars connecting the ceilings as high as several floors, and all the donors were carved with giant snakes.

It's very Slytherin.

It's just that the surroundings are very quiet, so quiet that there are echoes of his breathing, and so quiet that the sound of water when he steps on his shoes is "tsk tsk".

In the middle of the hall, he saw a pair of huge feet, looking up!

Reggie's pupils narrowed.

It was the stone statue of Salazar Slytherin, recalling the face of Salazar Slytherin he saw in the mark, the reason he could recognize the stone statue was not because of the similarity, but because it did Depicted like a bony monkey.

Similarity?

Can't say it's the same, just say it doesn't matter.

But the shock that this kind of ingenious craftsmanship brought him was still not something that Phantom could bring.

Have the descendants of Slytherin passed by here for thousands of years?

For thousands of years, this statue has stood here like this, without saying a word, watching the descendants come happily and return disappointed.

Everyone is looking forward to what kind of precious wealth this famous dark wizard will leave to his descendants.

So they came and left silently.

Only the basilisk had been hovering beside him for thousands of years.

This is Salazar Slytherin, one of the four founders of Hogwarts.

There is movement.

He heard the sound of something sliding.

"Who are you? The smell on your body is so familiar." A deep voice echoed in the empty square.

"I'm your master." Reggie's voice was so cold that she didn't seem to realize that a thousand-year-old basilisk was hovering in front of him.

"Master? No, my master is Salazar Slytherin."

"Your master is all Slytherins."

"His~ Since you are my master, open your eyes and look at me, I can't hurt Slytherin's blood."

Reggie heard her heart beating like thunder.

"Puff, puff, puff!"

The murderous aura that almost spewed out...

"Swish"

Reggie opened her eyes.

What caught his eye were two yellow-green pupils that were half his size, and he felt that every pore on his body seemed to explode.

"Very well, you are the master." The basilisk raised its head and began to circle the statue.

When Regis raised his head again, his heartbeat had calmed down, and he was right!

Curiously looking at this behemoth, he asked, "What's your name?"

"Herpo."

...

The name suddenly became stressful.

The main purpose of his trip was to test the depth of the entanglement between him and Salazar Slytherin, and now it seems that it is a little worse than he imagined.

Well, just the worst guess in my heart has been confirmed.

Basilisks have a natural lifespan of over nine hundred years, and Salazar Slytherin's basilisks lived for a thousand years.

All because Parseltongue can put the basilisk into a deep sleep state, preventing it from continuing to grow, akin to entering a state of suspended animation to prolong its lifespan.

Their fatal weakness is the crowing of the rooster. Fortunately, just now, he has been recognized by the Basilisk, which is from an officially certified "Slytherin", which makes him more convinced that he has become a Horcrux one point.

But because of this, the **** in the pocket didn't come in handy.

As far as he knew, after Voldemort entered the Chamber of Secrets, he should also ordered the Basilisk to enter a state of suspended animation, and the next time it should be opened should wait until Harry's generation.

How could the basilisk wake up now?

Reggie asked directly, but the answer made him even more confused.

It said someone came to wake it up!

It's just that the man is wearing a black hood~www.NovelMTL.com~ to hide well.

After Haierbo woke up, he found that the person who came was not a descendant of Slytherin, and immediately prepared to kill.

It's just that the person who came here seems to know it very well, and has carefully planned everything that may happen to it, plus it has not eaten for a long time and is weak, and finally let the other party escape.

So during the day when he woke up, he would occasionally go out to drill pipes to find something to eat.

The long, lonely years had made him ill, like Kreacher after losing all of Blake's masters - getting a little crazy.

As it searched for food, it shouted the thought instilled in it by the descendants of Slytherin: "Kill, Mudblood, clear."

After making sure there was nothing to ask, Reggie ordered the basilisk to go to sleep.

Soon, he was the only one left in the empty hall.

He circled between the statue's legs and looked up.

Sure enough, I found something different!