HP in the name of Slytherin

Thinking that her father once said that she should kill Haierbo and replace it as the descendant of Apep's divine blood, Catherine was suddenly shocked. At the same time as resistance arose in her heart, the memory flashback also ended immediately.

She breathed a small sigh of relief...

Catherine hurriedly took Helbo back to the lounge. It was getting late, and she had to give Helbo a bath. It was really not suitable to stay in the secret room any longer.

It was the first time that she turned off her senses to Haierbo. Although the little basilisk felt strange, Catherine immediately stuffed a piece of sandwich toffee into its mouth. The rich chocolate sauce spread in her mouth, and Haierbo's attention was immediately diverted. It screams delicious and wants more.

I thought everything was over, but maybe Helpo still received Catherine's emotions before she shut down her perception. That night, Catherine, Helpo, and even Severus, who had a related contract, all had the same dream.

At first, outside the curtain, two stone pillars carved from ancient black basalt supported the huge door frame, and a gray-yellow gauze-like mist surged out from inside.

Just standing at the door, biological instincts screamed for danger.

The adult "Catherine" was rarely seen wearing light armor, and she was holding a gorgeous silver cross sword in her hand - it was the Gryffindor sword forged by goblins and equipped with goblin magic.

She took a deep breath and seemed to want to turn back, but in the end she didn't. Instead, she held the sword tightly and stepped into the curtain.

Thousands of invisible hands dragged her through a membrane-like barrier, and the next second "Catherine" let out a suppressed "hiss" sound.

Her exposed hands and face quickly reddened, swelled, and festered as if they were on fire.

"Catherine" realized something was wrong through her own hands. All the alchemy tools on her body were completely ineffective. She knew that she could no longer rely on external objects, nor could she delay any longer, so she ran quickly towards the only light source in the gray-yellow mist.

There are voices that are neither male nor female, neither old nor young, echoing in my mind. I can't distinguish the language. It's like asking questions in an empty hall, solemn but eerie.

"Catherine" felt her scalp tingling and goosebumps rising, but this was probably an illusion, because her skin was constantly festering and healing, as if this renewal could continue as long as she kept running towards the light source.

"Catherine" naturally couldn't stop. She only had the belief in success in her heart. At this moment, there was no fear in her heart, only infinite attachment to her father, godfather, godmothers, brother and Hogwarts.

She will go back.

She will go back perfectly.

She will be the pride of Slytherin, and once again, let the entire wizarding world speak of Slytherin with only endless respect!

And it has been sleeping for too long. The gods have already left this world that does not need gods. As descendants of divine blood, all that awaits these future gods is withering.

Not everyone is as lucky as Catherine, who happens to meet the person who can give birth to her and save her before she annihilates.

The snake spirits guarding it kept making comforting sounds, but it had already had a premonition of its own death.

It was getting closer and closer, and it was weakening rapidly every second.

As the Snake God's inheritance fell into pieces as it fell asleep and weakened, its perception was also cut off, making it incapable of fear, pain, and time.

All I know is that soon, it will die in its deep sleep.

Suddenly, some snake spirits left it and gathered in the distance, and it smelled a strange smell.

The barrier is pierced by the visit of that breath, and it "wakes up".

Among the various emotions and perceptions that hit it, it traced the existence that first awakened it, and felt that it seemed to be its kind...

Like the same kind, and like its natural enemies, instinct tells it that they are the same.

"Catherine" finally rushed into the light source, only to discover that the light source turned out to be a huge white basilisk entangled.

Like a god born from the condensed moonlight, it curled up quietly there, giving it a sense of inviolability and dignity.

So beautiful……

The dark gem on its forehead reflected the bloody "Catherine". Miss Slytherin, who was famous for her beauty and elegance, felt shy for the first time. She felt rude and subconsciously straightened herself out.

The giant snake was sleeping peacefully, and "Catherine" slowly stepped forward.

Some small white snakes surrounded her, their mouths wide open as if they wanted to intimidate or be curious, but they were unable to really touch her.

A bright white light also emitted from her body. While shielding the snake spirit, she finally heard clearly the voice that had been echoing in her mind.

"who are you?"

Compared with the majesty and coldness outside, the voice at this time is obviously much softer...

In the flash of lightning, "Catherine" understood: it was the departed snake god Apep just now, and now it is... the descendant of the god in front of her!

It's actually awake!

"you……"

Catherine holds the sword tightly in her hand. She must kill it to become a new descendant of the snake god...

"Dangerous, it feels..." The white basilisk's eyelids trembled, and its silver-white eyelashes like big fans fanned out gusts of wind, and a little moisture slowly seeped out, "Why?"

The moisture finally condensed into a tear, rolling down the smooth scales of the basilisk.

"Obviously, I really like it..."

It muttered softly, and "Catherine" actually heard the grievance in its strange voice.

She had already seen that this basilisk-shaped god was very weak. It could not even open its eyes and could only rely on its spiritual connection to communicate with her.

Killing it is easy...

"I'm sorry..." She had to succeed.

"I like it so much~" it asked stubbornly, "Who are you?"

"Catherine" said nothing, walked to the side of the basilisk's head, and raised Gryffindor's sword.

As the best young wizard and swordsman of this generation, she certainly knows how to kill a basilisk.

It even lay directly on the ground unable to move.

"Why have you gone quiet?"

The sword penetrated the weak spot on the basilisk's head behind the eye of the snake god, between the eye and the ear hole.

The sword blessed with the goblin's magic easily broke through its scales that were unable to protect itself.

It is too weak, and if you look closely, the scales have no luster at all.

The silver blood overflowed instantly and was swallowed up by Gryffindor's sword, making the penetration smoother.

And the serpentine god is still asking stubbornly: "Why don't you like me?"

Then he whispered slowly: "It hurts..."

The sword went deeper and deeper, but it kept thinking, and finally came to the conclusion: "We are the same. Are you a mother? Or a sister?"

"It hurts..."

Its voice gradually weakened, and "Catherine" knew that it was going to die.

According to the inheritance laws of the divine descendants in ancient times, if she kills it with her own hands, she can become a new descendant of the snake god after its death. Because she has jumped from a descendant of Lamia to a more noble descendant of the snake god, everything about her will be washed away.

All the magic she lost will come back, stronger than ever.