Hogwarts founder returns to campus

In the dimly lit room, an old man and a young man looked at each other.

This scene seemed familiar to Dumbledore. Two months ago, they had a similar conversation at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries.

The same two people were also chewing chocolate.

The difference is that the ground is full of battle damage, the beautiful Fox stands on his shoulders, and the three-headed dog is sleeping in the soundproof energy field.

"It's a bit disgraceful." Dumbledore smiled, drawing an arc in the air with his right hand.

The mess on the ground was as if the reverse button was pressed, and the stones and dust were tumbling quickly, and they were constantly spliced ​​together to form a complete stone slab again.

With the sound of "bang", these stone slabs were embedded in the ground again, and everything was restored as before.

"This kind of atmosphere is good, but it can be better." Salazar on the opposite side nodded and patted his hands.

"Clap!"

There were two sudden soft sounds in the air, and two house elves suddenly appeared. They bent down respectfully and almost stuck their noses into the floor: "Sir, is there anything I can do to help you?"

"Can I ask you not to be so humble? Just bow at a maximum of 45 degrees." Salazar joked, with a smile on his face.

"Sir..." The two house-elves looked at each other. They didn't know what to say for a while, they were still bent over, and they could vaguely see some water stains on the clothes they stuck on their backs.

"Please help me prepare a set of seats. I have something to discuss with Principal Dumbledore. Of course, it is best to prepare some desserts, special ones." Salazar did not let this embarrassment last for too long, and soon give an order.

"right away!"

The house elf's movements were quick, and compared to Salazar's confusing order just now, this clear instruction was easier to execute.

In less than a minute, two house-elves placed a set of ornately carved oak seats in the center of the room.

On the table were two delicate steaming desserts sprinkled with icing sugar, and a set of tea sets. The steaming black tea in the teacups had gradually exuded the unique aroma of fermented tea.

Salazar took his seat first, crossing his fingers on the table: "Hogwarts hasn't changed a lot, and the house elves are still the same, just as Helga imagined, they haven't been persecuted, but they haven't been persecuted for thousands of years. The time has not let them get rid of the slavishness in their bones."

Dumbledore also sat down, lightly scooped up a piece of snack, and let out a snort of enjoyment: "What is this? Why haven't I eaten it before."

This dim sum has a very special taste, not only melts in the mouth, but also has a very light taste, like inhaling a cloud.

"This is a snack that Miss Scamander taught us. It's called soufflé. In addition, she also brought us an improved food spell." The house elf trembled and said slowly, "Is it not delicious? Here you can immediately Arrange to bring everything back to normal, and serve you your favorite toffee finger biscuits with tea."

"No! You've done a good job, it's getting late, you can rest earlier." Dumbledore said quickly.

With his instructions, the two house-elves breathed a sigh of relief, and disappeared at the same time after leaving two soft sounds.

Salazar took a sip of black tea: "Helga is a very down-to-earth person, and the food spells she left behind are aimed at filling her stomach. But I think more modern elements should be incorporated, don't you?"

"Modern elements?" Dumbledore added five cubes of sugar to his black tea, "Then what should I call you now? Salazar Slytherin, or the current Salazar Kerber?"

"It doesn't matter what you want to call it, but it's just a name. I actually prefer people to call me Salazar."

The eyes of the two people met, and this was the first real eye contact between them in the past two months.

But unfortunately, Dumbledore couldn't read anything from Salazar's eyes, and I believe the person opposite couldn't read the information in his mind from his eyes either.

The current scene is still a bit dreamy. If Dumbledore hadn't gone to the tower to check the book of access, he wouldn't have dared to make a final decision. He was sure that the little wizard in front of him was actually one of the four original founders of Hogwarts.

The book of access will not lie, every name written on it is the name that was finally engraved in the depths of the wizard's soul, just like the Tom Riddle who called himself Voldemort, his name in the book of access Still Tom Riddle.

"Salazar, I'm curious. Why did you come back to school?" Dumbledore asked his question. Since Legilimency has lost its effect, asking directly is the most effective way.

"Come to the modern society and want to enjoy what you left behind, is that enough reason?" Salazar said lazily, "I'm tired, now I want to take a good rest."

Dumbledore nodded. He only believed a part of Salazar's words. If he really wanted to enjoy campus life, why would he go to Quirrell specifically?And how could he go to Binns' real lounge?

And as the founder of Slytherin, he did not choose to enter Slytherin, but instead entered Hufflepuff, which reveals infinite weirdness.

Maybe Pomona should pay attention to what is in the Hufflepuff lounge that Salazar should go into Hufflepuff specifically to find.

"You must be wondering why I got into Hufflepuff, right?" Salazar stretched, leaning half of his body on the chair, "Helga put a lot of thought into arranging the lounge, and it's very comfortable. ...and her lounge is the only one that students from other colleges cannot enter."

"So you think you should choose such a comfortable place for your retirement?" Dumbledore asked with a smile.

"of course."

Newt had also mentioned to him the comfort of the Hufflepuff lounge, but he would only half believe the definite reply he got from Salazar.

"Actually, I also have a question. Why did you let such a dangerous wizard be the teacher of Defense Against the Dark Arts?" Salazar interrupted Dumbledore's thoughts.

"Because the teacher of Defense Against the Dark Arts is a scarce resource, we need an excellent and brave wizard every year in recent years to be the teacher of this course." Dumbledore responded.

"Oh..." Salazar looked understanding.

The corners of the mouths of the two people also raised slightly. This feeling is very strange, because both parties are clear and have reservations in each other's answers.

"Actually, you don't mind if I transformed the three-headed dog like this?" Salazar's body had recovered, and he dug out a large piece of Souffle that had collapsed.

"It's also a good idea to add a little more obstacles, but would you like to help me transform the next level?" Dumbledore asked with a slight smile and an invitation.