HP in the name of Slytherin

He hurriedly sent Haierbo to the restaurant, with Catherine coaxing him all the way. Although he was rolling in discomfort, he didn't gnaw his tail in a hurry.

Seeing that it had eaten again and regained its composure, Catherine breathed a sigh of relief and took out the things Dumbledore had given her.

There is a strange liquid in the small stone basin, which looks like clear water and has a faint herbal smell, which makes people feel very calm.

The silver glow in the glass bottle came from the thread-like thing inside. According to Dumbledore's actions at that time, it seemed that he was pouring memories into the pensieve. Can she receive it if she poked her head over?

Catherine checked it with the magic spell herself and tried it after making sure it was safe. The pages of her massive memory were turned quickly like a book. She was obviously looking with her eyes, which could not see clearly at all, but her brain received all the information. .

After a moment, she came out of the pensieve, with the threads of memory still floating inside. She used her wand to guide them out and put them back into the glass bottle engraved with the formation.

This way, if she forgets something next time and wants to read it, she can just pour it in again.

Reading some of Dumbledore's memories really gave her a better understanding of the current magical world, and she was able to use novel things like the Pensieve with ease.

Salazar's voice came from the depths of her mind: "What are your plans next?"

It's a very cold question, very much like the teacher in my memory checking students' homework, or the boss checking the work of his subordinates.

But this was Salazar's normal attitude since Catherine could remember it. She sat upright and replied seriously: "Principal Dumbledore will help me solve the identity problem. I am a little concerned about the difference between ancient magic and modern magic he said. Maybe Will you go to Hogwarts to study? After all, our collection of books seems to be stuck a thousand years ago."

Salazar said nothing, did not express his dissatisfaction with Catherine's plan.

Catherine continued: "Of course, I won't completely believe him. I will investigate again."

It's just that many magics are now explicitly prohibited by law, not the laws of Muggles, but the laws of the Ministry of Magic, the current leader of the wizarding world.

Like Catherine's operation yesterday, if she was caught, she could already be sent to Azkaban.

This is different from what Catherine understands about the situation of wizards. In addition to being persecuted by the Holy See and Muggles, wizards from thousands of years ago would not say that they would go to jail for just using any magic... Of course, some magic is indeed a bit cruel, Catherine Do not deny.

Whether intentionally or not, many of Dumbledore's memories are about the current laws of the wizarding world.

"Then?" Salazar asked coldly.

This means that she is not very satisfied with Catherine's plan.

Catherine pursed her lips, was silent for a moment, and said with some difficulty: "I'm sorry, father... I don't remember what happened before. All I can think of now is to have a stable environment to raise Haierbo."

Salazar didn't speak. Catherine thought that her father's remnant soul existed in her mind or somewhere. It was incorporeal, but she could feel his father's presence every day.

He was silent but watching her.

If she did something stupid or dangerous, her father would warn her.

She could feel her father's emotions very occasionally.

The very faint appreciation when she used the spell smoothly, the peace of mind that was so subtle that it was difficult to detect but existed when she went out cautiously, and the slight dissatisfaction that she could feel despite being silent now.

"I'm sorry, father." She lowered her head and apologized again.

"Go to Hogwarts," Salazar's voice faded away, "remember your name."

Catherine hurriedly said: "I will not bring shame to the family, father!"

The only response she received was silence.

Catherine clenched her fists, took a few deep breaths, finally adjusted her emotions, and opened the book Dumbledore gave her.

It says at the beginning that Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry was founded around AD 990 by the four greatest wizards of the time: Godric Gryffindor, Helga Hufflepuff, and Rowena ·Co-founded by Ravenclaw and Salazar Slytherin.

Her pale hand touched the name of Salazar Slytherin. Even though she already knew part of the information about Hogwarts in her memory, she could more intuitively see and touch her father's name and the name of the school. Together, wonderful feelings still surged through her heart.

That's the school my father founded...

There is a college named after him.

Why on earth was she traveling in time and space? It must have been very difficult to execute something so wonderful even thousands of years later.

Forget about the other information about her left by the four founders, what did her father leave behind? Why is there no mention of it in Principal Dumbledore's memory?

Catherine let the hungry Herbo continue to eat, and went to take a look outside the lake. There was a brown owl squatting there. It turned its head when it saw her. It was the messenger left by Dumbledore.

While Catherine was considering the words to write a letter to Dumbledore, Dumbledore returned to Hogwarts and indeed had a job waiting for him as he said.

The admission notice for this year's freshmen was about to begin. In his office was not only himself, but also his vice-principal, Professor Minerva McGonagall.

This is a serious and serious lady. Even if she is the only one in the office, her posture is very dignified.

As soon as he came back, he was noticed by Professor McGonagall. This lady finally showed her hidden Gryffindor side and asked eagerly: "How is it, Principal Dumbledore, is that really..."

"Oh, Minerva, don't worry~" The old professor waved his hand and sat down to take a sip of the sweet pumpkin juice.

Professor McGonagall wanted to rush him, she was so curious!

"Are they really descendants of Lord Salazar?" she asked, "Can anyone really travel through a thousand years and come to the present?"

"Yes, and it's not just her," Dumbledore said after a slight trick, seeing that Professor McGonagall was about to come over in a hurry, "she also has... um... part of Lord Salazar. soul."

Professor McGonagall almost thought she heard wrongly: "What?"

"Don't be nervous, Minerva, just come and inspect it as a senior official of the Ministry of Magic. Hahaha, it's interesting for a descendant of the founder to study in person, isn't it?" Dumbledore said, making him laugh.

Professor McGonagall wants to ask: Principal Dumbledore, do you really think it's funny?

A few years ago, Tom Riddle caused a mess in Slytherin, and now there is a daughter of Salazar whose surname is Slytherin and is directly recorded in the book.

Is Hogwarts still around?

"Just treat her as an ordinary student, Minerva. She doesn't remember the past and everything starts over." Of course, when he said this, Dumbledore inevitably thought of her knowledge of the Muggle world, and his eyes Gradually, she said, "She uses ancient magic very well. If possible, maybe we will have a worthy teacher for our ancient magic course."

Professor McGonagall looked at his expression, and the chaotic emotions gradually calmed down, "Is it really just a teacher, Albus?"

Dumbledore smiled and touched Fox's feathers next to him. "The four founders established Hogwarts in the most chaotic era, defining the framework and laying the foundation for its development to this day. The successor to the principal whom they all recognized... should be Very good."

Professor McGonagall's lips moved, but in the end she did not continue to ask, "I hope so."

"Don't worry, even though it's Mr. Salazar who's here..." Dumbledore took out a small silver plate from the drawer, and as soon as he put it on the table, a small chocolate cake appeared on it, "Would you like a piece too? "

"No need." Professor McGonagall shook her head and declined.

Dumbledore shrugged, dug out a piece with a small silver fork, and took a delicious bite, "He's not just supervising us."