HP in the name of Slytherin

"It's a very complicated question," Dumbledore pushed up his half-moon glasses and asked with a smile, "Can I exchange this secret with Miss Catherine? I'll tell you your doubts, and you also tell me your plan?"

There is a sequence hidden in these words. Dumbledore confessed first, and Catherine told him later, which can be said to be very sincere.

Nor did he say to what extent he was informed of Catherine's plans.

This made Catherine more satisfied, "Okay, you say."

Creatures like Slytherin, like snakes, sometimes look like lions. If you touch it along its scales, its pride will make it grant what its subordinates want after it is satisfied. It is a very proud type.

Dumbledore said: "The problems in the four major colleges have been around for a long time, and Slytherin is particularly prominent. Maybe through reading and thinking during this period, you can find out what caused it?"

Catherine was silent for a moment and reluctantly admitted: "In the beginning, my father didn't like Muggles, Muggle blood and mixed blood."

"It's hatred," Dumbledore corrected, looking seriously into Catherine's eyes, "It's deep hatred. Lord Salazar has always hated Muggles and wizards of Muggle descent. In comparison, half-bloods are somewhat forgiven by him. one type."

Catherine pursed her lips. The books circulating in the outside world only mentioned Salazar's hatred of Muggles and Muggle blood, but never mentioned the reasons.

She knew that what Dumbledore said was probably true, because as he said it, she sensed the emotions her father was trying so hard to suppress... He still hated them.

I'm afraid there will only be some records in the books privately collected by big families, or in the ancient books handed down from Hogwarts.

"Father has his own considerations..." Catherine stroked her chest and said firmly, "But he let me choose for myself."

Until she found out the real reason and completely agreed with her father's thoughts, Catherine insisted on her own ideas.

The stagnant hatred suddenly dissipated, and the next moment Dumbledore said: "So, this is also the respectable place of Lord Salazar."

"He has not given up his hatred, but because of his love for you, he chooses to respect any choice you make..."

Seeing Catherine's unconsciously moved expression, Dumbledore narrowed his eyes and said, "This may make you follow a similar path to him, because you respect your father."

Catherine lowered her eyes, and Dumbledore kept paying attention to her. His blue eyes were particularly deep, as if filled with infinite thoughts.

He spoke slowly, giving Catherine enough space to think.

Finally, Miss Slytherin shook her head slightly and said, "I am not a copy of my father, and my father does not need an heir who will only follow him and imitate him."

If there really is any family will that needs to be passed on, it is impossible for her father not to leave traces in the study, and it is impossible to ignore her all the time.

——Instead of dwelling on the past, think about your present.

——My past affairs have nothing to do with you.

In the morning at Ravenclaw Tower, her father had just been dissatisfied with her for focusing too much on the past. Catherine would be really stupid if she didn't think about it at all.

Catherine's eyes were clear when she said this. Dumbledore smiled slightly and praised helplessly: "You are as outstanding as your father said, Miss Catherine. When I saw the record about you in the library, I kept thinking about it. What kind of person are you."

Catherine narrowed her eyes at his words, and Dumbledore looked at her, exchanging a knowing glance.

Understand, there must be some information left by my father in the Hogwarts library.

I don't know why he didn't stay at Herbo Castle, but Catherine will look for him later.

These words did not trigger Salazar's remnant soul. Dumbledore recalled all the book records related to Catherine and sighed distractedly: "Just like he believes that you will make your own choice from the bottom of your heart, I should too." Believe in one, or rather in someone recognized by four great wizards.”

Catherine felt that Dumbledore was a little strange at this time. He seemed a little sad. Although it was only a momentary feeling, she caught it.

There was another issue that concerned her very much, and even made her feel horrified: clearly what Dumbledore said and what she had always felt pointed to Salazar as someone who should love her, and Amy had also said many times that she was Salazar. My most beloved daughter, why does she always feel like she is isolated from the world?

Something was wrong with her...and when she realized this, she immediately felt an inexplicable, indescribable threat, reminding her not to continue exploring.

Catherine was startled, and Dumbledore's old hand suddenly reached out and patted the quilt next to her, "Shh, listen to me continue..."

Catherine was uncontrollably attracted to him, and escaped from the terrible threat. She looked into his blue eyes, which were like a deep but clear sea, with countless words contained in them.

The old professor raised his index finger in front of his mouth, making a silent gesture.

"Okay, Professor." Catherine suppressed the doubts in her heart and continued to listen.

Dumbledore was satisfied with the girl's sensitivity and said another thing: "In 1937, I heard news from you..."

Catherine's eyes suddenly widened.

She had also speculated that she might have woken up before waking up in 1966.

Unexpectedly, it was thirty or forty years ago?

"1937..." Dumbledore repeated in a difficult voice.

Catherine nodded to show that she heard, and she wanted to continue listening. However, along with this thought, Dumbledore's expression quickly deteriorated to the naked eye.

From rosy to pale, he gradually became short of breath, "No... this... violates..."

Every word he said was as difficult as swallowing a needle in his throat, and finally he yelled hoarsely with all his strength: "I can't go on!"

Catherine was confused by this turn of events and asked tentatively: "How..."

Her head sank suddenly, and her heart felt a faint sting, making it difficult to breathe.

Compared to her, Dumbledore was much more serious. His face was faintly blue or even turned purple quickly. There were a large number of bulging blood vessels on his forehead, and his whole head seemed to be bulging!

Catherine was shocked and didn't dare to think about anything else, "I won't ask anymore!"

She hurriedly swept away all her thoughts, as if she knew that both of them had rested their thoughts. Slowly, Dumbledore's breathing and expression returned to normal.

Catherine looked at Dumbledore in horror. The old professor actually had the nerve to give her a naughty smile, "There are some things you shouldn't be curious about."

Catherine vaguely understood something. She closed her eyes and asked tentatively: "Is this the reason why other people know that I travel through time and space, but they don't dare to study me?"

After asking, she sensed carefully and found nothing strange.

The Ministry of Magic all over the world knows that she came from thousands of years ago. Such a great miracle that can bring countless possibilities. From the outbreak last night to now, the British Ministry of Magic has come, but they only care about a little power struggle. Isn't it strange? ?

At first, Catherine thought they were planning to do something about it, or had some other plan...

Now in the flash of lightning, she seemed to understand a little bit.

Dumbledore nodded, "It seems you have thought of it."

Catherine somewhat understood, but not completely, "Who is it?"

Who is covering up everything? Who can make the most powerful wizard in the world face a huge threat and force him to shut up, otherwise he will die immediately.

She found that Dumbledore had taken up the topic, but she couldn't restrain her curiosity.

Although she had felt threatened just now, the strongest wizards were dying, and she just felt uncomfortable...

She needs to know the logic of its operation and understand it in order to make better use of it.

"You achieved crossing time and space by virtue of some power beyond our control." Dumbledore stretched out a finger and pointed to the sky. "Under God, this is absolutely not allowed."

"But I don't feel any discomfort..." Catherine changed her words except for the memory loss, "except for a little problem."

She must not say that she does not remember the past at all, otherwise someone with good intentions may deliberately mislead her.

Dumbledore didn't know whether he understood or not. He said: "Everything lost is a negligible price in comparison."

But in addition to losing her memory, she also lost her perception of her father... her father's love.

Her heart did not waver when she thought of the former, but she only thought of the latter briefly, and she immediately felt the inexplicable threat again.

"Do not……"

A huge sourness surged in her heart. She closed her eyes and forced herself to clear away "distracting thoughts." "I paid a enough price."

Dumbledore saw some kind of crystal rolling down from Catherine's closed eyes, dripping on the white quilt, leaving only faint marks.

He watched silently, but there was a hint of joy in his eyes, and insisted: "What you gain will definitely be more than what you lose... Slytherin won't do business at a loss, right?"

Catherine slowly raised her eyes, staring into the void at first, and then slowly turned to Dumbledore, "You... are right..."

There must be a reason for her to leave the past time and space and come here.

She wants to find the reason...

Dumbledore patted the quilt and silently swept away the tears on it, "Then shall we continue?"

"it is good."