The White Lord Professor at Hogwarts

The underground tube was as quiet as a lonely grave. The first unexpected sound he heard was the cracking sound of flesh stepping on the skull of a mouse.Ricardo looked at the floor and saw the bones of small animals scattered on the floor.

When they walked through a corner in the underground tunnel, a huge, curved outline lay at the corner of the underground tunnel, and it did not move.

What the fire flashed across was a piece of python skin, a disgusting bright green, curled up and lying empty on the underground floor.The python that shed this skin must have been at least twenty feet long.

No wonder, Ricardo looked at the empty pupil area, no wonder Voldemort originally attacked through this place, causing him to "profile" and go berserk.

This is a basilisk. He once read in a book that if you look directly into this guy's eyes, you will die.

Voldemort used this principle to make plans in that pupil and almost succeeded in seizing the body - if Ricardo hadn't dealt with this guy last year.

But...if he didn't deal with this guy last year, how could Ricardo sense and get this volunteer?

They passed the giant python skin and continued walking, turning one turn after another in the underground tunnel.

Finally, when they climbed or drifted around another bend, a solid wall stood in front of him.Carved on the wall are two intertwined snakes, with eyes set with huge sparkling emeralds.

These stone snakes seemed real, their eyes lifelike.And... very familiar.

"Turn on." Remnant Soul said in a low, weak hiss.

The wall cracked and the two snakes separated.The two half walls slid apart in a balanced manner and disappeared without a trace.He stood at the end of a stone chamber.The stone chamber is quite large and dimly lit.More stone pythons are wrapped around the towering stone pillars, rising up and disappearing into the dark ceiling.

When he came around to the last pair of duzi, a sculpture as high as the stone chamber jumped into his sight.The sculpture stands against the back wall.

Ricardo had to float up to see the huge face above: it was already quite ancient, like a monkey, with a sparse long beard hanging down to the bottom of the floor-length stone robe, and two gray legs standing on the smooth surface of the stone chamber. on the floor.

This this!

This is what he saw in the memory of the Sorting Hat, the place where Salazar Slytherin, Rowena Ravenclaw and the Black Group met!

He remembered that Slytherin was standing there and glanced at him, the memory viewer, intentionally or unintentionally!

Ricardo stopped between the towering stone pillars, so surprised that he didn't see the remaining soul controlling the body and looking up at Slytherin's stone face, opening his mouth and making a hissing sound.

"Speak to me, Slytherin, the greatest of the Four."

He only heard these words, and the giant stone face of Slytherin began to move. Its mouth opened wider and wider, revealing a huge black hole.

Ricardo quickly closed his eyes, he did not dare to look at the monster inside.

"That's right," Remnant Soul smiled proudly, "You should close your eyes and feel the supreme power of my ancestors! This is the greatest human creation! Come on, my basilisk, you will be the one who cleans me up. The riches of Hogwarts!"

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Quiet, besides quiet, quiet, it seems a bit... awkward in this atmosphere.

"Is this... something wrong?"

Ricardo felt that he needed to find some words to comfort him.

"...No! This is impossible!" Canhun's voice was horrified and angry, "How could there be anyone else!"

He jumped into the hole and said, "Let's go in!"

Ricardo narrowed his eyes and quickly followed.They passed several corners, and the unique damp and rotten smell of the basement gradually disappeared. Ricardo's tense nerves relaxed a little, but he saw that in the body, cold sweat slipped from his forehead, towards the endless darkness. It fell and disappeared in an instant.

After a long time, but maybe only after a while, there gradually became light in the distance.As they walked in, the light grew larger, and Ricardo could see the dappled light falling near it.Under the illumination of the light, countless mysterious shadows appeared on the ground and walls, which looked like ghostly undead flames from a distance.

"That's right...yes, that's right!" Remnant Soul muttered with a trembling tone, "It's still there! It's still there! That's the light of his pupils!"

He almost jogged over, his shoulders shaking.

Ricardo did not follow. He closed his eyes and felt the breath of wind.

"Very good," someone seemed to be saying in the wind, "You are here. This is your fate. Slytherin will not let anyone down."

There seemed to be a shackle opening in his memory, and another memory poured in - it was another fragment of the memory given to him by the Sorting Hat.

Following that fragment, he controlled his soul to gradually descend, passing through the physical objects blocking his body. He didn't open his eyes until an unknown presence blocked his descent.

It's a large, fairly empty room.

The core colors of the room are green and black. The design inside is actually quite simple. There is a long table in the center, a chair next to the long table, and a large dusty bookshelf in one corner of the room. These constitute the Everything in the room.

However, Ricardo did not take the simplicity of the room design lightly, because the appliances looked quite extraordinary.

The chair was smelted from several huge rocks, painted green, and painted with mysterious and complex patterns, as if they were runes unearthed from an ancient nation.The long table is made of the same material as the chair. There is a blooming black lily in the center of the green table. It looks like some kind of instrument was used to carve out the pattern of the lily, and then the blood of some magical animal was used as a paint to continue tracing it.

There is also a semi-large depression on the wall of the room. The uneven areas are connected vertically and horizontally to form a cross or a sword shape. You really can't tell it if you don't look carefully.

The most mysterious thing is the small bookshelf.It is the only existence in this room whose main color is black, with small turquoise snakes on it. The magic attached to them does not seem to have gradually dissipated with the passage of time. Thousands of years have passed, and they are still there. Moving quickly on the bookshelf, it seems that it has become a life in the two-dimensional space on the bookshelf.

There was only one book and a diary on the bookshelf. Ricardo stepped forward quickly and closed his eyes to feel the magic power fluctuations. He found that the bookshelf was just an ordinary alchemy tool, and the movement of the snakes was just the function of the magic weapon. As a result, he cautiously picked up the dusty book.

But he suddenly froze after picking it up.

"No? How can I pick up this book? Besides, what's blocking me?"