HP in the name of Slytherin

The memory quickly spreads like ink, and new memories are formed anew.

Salazar, still a young man, walked quickly along the dim stone path, holding a baby in his arms.

Next to him was Godric, who was holding a long sword. The curly-haired man wearing light armor muttered as he walked, "Why should I be sent back to the palace after giving birth? This place has been abandoned for hundreds of years."

On the other side was Professor Binns, who was holding a torch and looking around as he walked, "The descendants of the divine blood are like this. Even if Queen Lamia's kingdom has been annihilated long ago, Catherine will still come back here to absorb her breath."

Catherine leaned closer and realized that she was motionless in her father's arms with her eyes closed tightly, looking like a little puppet.

At the end of the stone path was a room. As the three people entered, the lights automatically turned on, spreading from the door to the entire stone room, and finally merged into a magic circle in the middle.

"Put her in, and when we come back a year later, she will be a normal child," Professor Binns said.

Salazar frowned, "What if she wakes up early?"

Godric interrupted him: "Sara, don't think about it, it's very dangerous outside now."

"Is this possible?" Salazar asked Professor Binns stubbornly.

Professor Binns scratched his thin-haired head and said vaguely: "It's somewhat possible."

Seeing Salazar's suddenly clenched hand, he immediately added: "The little princess is a descendant of divine blood after all. It doesn't matter if she wakes up. If she is really hungry, she will absorb magic power to fill her stomach."

"Huh?" Salazar uttered a syllable in disbelief, "Can I let my daughter live like this?"

He looked like he wanted to stay, and Godric held his wrist. "Sarah, calm down. There are Holy See knights everywhere outside now. It will be dangerous for you to stay here."

"If we all leave, the ruins will automatically close, which is safer for Catherine. If we stay, it may attract the attention of the Holy See."

Salazar frowned and remained silent. In the end, he didn't know how to choose, and his memory was quickly shattered.

The new scene is on horseback and unfolds from Professor Binns' perspective.

He was trying hard to gallop the horse, surrounded by the sound of horse hooves and the rustle of the wind.

He turned around and glanced at the dozen or so cloaked people around him. They looked very small and seemed to be children.

Looking intently, he saw several arrows flying from behind. He was holding the reins in one hand and the wand in the other. He was about to cast a spell when another arrow suddenly flew from the side and hit his wrist.

The wand fell away, and the arrows from behind hit his horse and his companions. He was thrown to the ground by the frightened horse.

The memory changed again, this time the vision was dim. Professor Binns looked out through the thick scab, and the sound heard by his ears was very vague.

The strange voice said: "Your Highness Catherine, you can exchange yourself for them. You know, you are much more precious than them."

Professor Binns made a loud sound in his throat. He struggled as if he wanted to speak, but was kicked to the ground.

The blood scab in front of his eyes cracked, and red stained his vision.

She herself said: "Sign a magic contract, otherwise I can't trust you."

"Catherine..." Professor Binns' voice became hoarse, and his tongue or throat was injured.

In the end, he only heard Catherine in his memory saying in Parseltongue: [Take them back and I will kill these people. 】

The memory fragmented and reorganized. In the room, before him was a gentle and slightly fat woman, "Mrs. Helga..."

Professor Binns called to her in a hoarse voice.

Helga brought the medicine to him, and there was a faint sound of arguing in the outer hall.

Salazar's still gorgeous voice was now filled with rage, "Damn Mudbloods! They betrayed us! Drive them out of Hogwarts!"

"Salazar, calm down, those students..." a woman tried to persuade him.

"The one who was taken away was my daughter, not yours!"

"Sarah..."

"Shut up! I'll bring her back!"

"Sarah, wait!"

The memory fragmented again, and when it was reunited, the field of view broadened again, turning into a third-person perspective.

Salazar, who was still full of energy just now, stood in the courtyard covered in blood, holding a ball tightly wrapped in his robe with both hands, looking at the three people in front of him with deep eyes.

"Help me..." He took a step forward.

Godric moved slightly, but in a vague defensive posture, standing between Salazar and the two witches.

The three of them stood together, and it seemed like they were blocking Salazar from Hogwarts.

He said with difficulty: "Sarah, Catherine, she..."

"She can sleep here," the tall lanky witch said calmly. "Let her return to Hades, Salazar."

"She's not dead!" Salazar's eyes were bloodshot. "Her heart is still beating. I put it back!"

The three wizards looked unbearable, but none of them approached Salazar.

"She razed the Holy See to the ground with her magic riot. Isn't it worth saving?" Salazar stared at them closely and said another way, "She exchanged herself for more than three hundred wizards. Isn't it worth saving?" For a moment?!”

The tall and lanky witch said helplessly: "The one you are talking about is forbidden magic."

Salazar gritted his teeth, "What's wrong with the forbidden magic? Just give me a few drops of your blood, really! It won't hurt you!"

Mrs. Helga who was seen in the previous memory said: "We are not reluctant to give up a few drops of blood, Sarah, this magic will consume the user's life, but you may die!"

"Let her rest in peace, Salazar." The tall lanky witch sighed.

Godric also said: "She's gone, Sara."

"She didn't!" Salazar shed tears of blood in his eyes. "She hasn't left yet! Give me your blood! Please!"

"Think of Aesop, you still have a son!" Godric tried to persuade him.

"Aesop has grown up, but my Catherine is still young..."

The tall and lanky witch had already taken out her wand and stared into Salazar's tearful eyes, "Salazar, I advise you not to."

Salazar suddenly laughed, "Give me your blood, otherwise I will curse all marrow wizards, you know I will do what I say."

Magic power surged from his body, and his handsome face was distorted, "If Catherine must die, all those Mudbloods will be buried with her, and the damn Muggles will go to hell!"

"Catherine did it to save them..."

"Shut up! I regret letting her come into contact with you, teaching her to be filled with love and justice, which are all your great ideals, but now you are all watching her die!"

Godric and Helga finally ran to him, "You know that's not what we meant!"

"We are worried about you! Losing Catherine is not enough, do we have to lose you too?!"

"This...magic...exists..." Professor Binns shouted at the top of his lungs, "It exists!"

He poked his head out from the attic, shouted in a hoarse voice, and used some kind of magic. Another man ran out of the castle.

Holding a few rolls of parchment in his hand, he ran over waving, "This...magical being...can be used!"

"Godric!" Salazar suddenly grabbed the curly-haired young man next to him, "Help me! You are my best friends!"

The small bag in his arms spread slightly due to his movements, and inside was a vaguely charred torso whose outline could not be seen clearly.

Godric seemed to have been burned, and his eyes did not dare to linger on it, "I understand..."

"We are really just worried about you and don't want to lose you again." Helga cried and took out a handkerchief to wipe Salazar's face.

"Nothing is lost, she's not dead!" Salazar repeated.

"You are really a madman," the lanky Rowena Ravenclaw walked over with a cold face, "save your magic power, don't faint in the middle of casting the spell."