HP in the name of Slytherin

From the abyss...

Coming out of the mire...

Shout out his name...

Salazar Slytherin.

Slytherin never left, Slytherin will return eventually...

There is an elusive gap deep in the swamp, and an ancient castle is sealed inside.

The gray masonry looks old in the dark, but not dilapidated. Its appearance looks like it has never been damaged by wind and rain.

Catherine opened her eyes suddenly. She breathed hard, which was a little difficult. Along with the "hehe" gasping sound, she heard a sharp voice ringing in her ears.

"Miss Catherine!" the voice called her, "Miss Catherine, wake up!"

She didn't know how long she had slept, and her body felt very stiff.

Slowly turning her head, she saw a female elf with big eyes, big ears and a pointed nose looking at her with tears in her eyes. The slender and strange hands grasped the clothes with rough fabrics and simple patterns, and a collar button with four animals on the collar dangled in front of Catherine's eyes.

Before Catherine could see clearly, the elf cried loudly and asked, "Miss Catherine, have you recovered?"

It's a...

House elf.

She knew her species, which was weird, she had nothing in her head except that she was Katherine Slytherin, who would have been 6 years old today.

"You..." Her voice was very dry, but this elf was only busy crying, wiping her tears and nose with his clothes, and didn't even know how to pour her a glass of water.

—So why did she think the house elf should get her a glass of water?

Catherine didn't understand.

She didn't panic because subconsciously, she knew this was her home.

After taking a few breaths, she slowly sat up from the bed.

"Oh, Miss Catherine sat up! My little master! It seems that you have recovered!" the elf said loudly, "Master asked me to tell you that you have to pick up the wand!"

Catherine was dizzy, hungry, and very thirsty. The elf's voice made her head hurt. She clenched her fists, and after a while she could only say: "Shut up."

"Oh!" The elf covered his mouth excitedly. He was indeed obedient and did not continue to scream. He just looked at Catherine for a while, and then looked at the head of the bed.

Catherine followed her gaze and saw a black wand on the black bedside table.

It was so dark that she could barely see it.

The light source here is very dim, there is no sun or moon, and it is difficult to tell what time it is.

Catherine's hand on the outside of the quilt was slightly clenched. She did not pick up the wand immediately, but asked the elf: "What is your name? How much do you know about me?"

The elf blinked, and after confirming that Catherine allowed her to speak, she hurriedly said: "Miss Catherine, I am Amy, you are Catherine Apep Slytherin, the greatest wizard Salazar Slytherin. My dearest little daughter!”

Salazar Slytherin…

Catherine recited the name silently, as if turning on a memory switch, and nodded.

Yes, her father is Salazar Slytherin.

"Then what? Why am I here and what time is it?" she asked.

Amy was silent for a while, as if sensing or calculating something, and then said after a moment: "It is January 1966, 1, Miss Catherine."

Catherine waited for her to continue, but Amy stopped.

She raised her eyebrows slightly and looked at Amy. Amy grabbed her clothes as if she had difficulty breathing, trembling and nervously said: "Little master... the great Lord Salazar... let me tell you... …You need to pick up…your wand!”

As she spoke, her eyes widened with unknown emotion, so exaggerated that it seemed like her eyeballs might fall off at any time.

Catherine stayed away from her, knowing that she would get nothing out of Amy.

She looked at the wand on the bedside table again. The end of the wand was facing where she was, and it looked like she could pick it up if she reached out.

It was indeed hers, Catherine knew it.

She stretched out her hand towards the wand, and the moment she grasped it, it was like a basin of ice water was poured down on her, giving her a jolt, and her mind suddenly became clear.

A man's voice sounded in her mind: "You wake up, Catherine."

Catherine brought the wand in front of her, rubbed the intricate carvings on it, and whispered, "Yes, Father."

"Get up when you wake up and let Amy take you to the cellar. The things inside can protect you."

After Salazar finished speaking, he seemed to disappear, leaving only silence in Catherine's ears.

She was actually a little hungry, but from a feeling point of view, safety should be the most important thing, so she lifted the quilt and got out of bed.

"Amy, take me to the cellar."

The house elf was so excited that he was trembling all over. He grabbed the corners of his clothes and twisted them into twists. However, he bowed and saluted with a bit of elegance, "Okay, my dear little master."

Catherine was wearing a calf-length silk nightgown. She felt a little cold after leaving the quilt. Amy took out a thick lace nightgown from the end of the bed, crooked her waist and lifted the nightgown above her head.

There was no memory of the past in Catherine's mind, but her common sense of life was still there. She picked up her nightgown and stood up while putting it on.

There was a large dressing table on the other side of the bedroom. She saw herself in the mirror with long white hair reaching her waist. Subconsciously, she felt that her hair should not be this color, but it didn't matter. She blinked her dry eyes and saw in the mirror. The girl also blinked.

She did not continue to look at herself, lowered her head and said to the silent and excited Amy, "Let's go."

Amy shouted: "Okay! Miss Catherine!"

It seemed like they were going to do something important.

… Indeed, it is important to keep yourself and the castle safe.

Maybe they are in danger?

Catherine couldn't help but quicken her pace.