I abducted HP's friend on his wedding day

Regarding the matter of the Sorcerer's Stone, Salazar left after talking about it, and then continued to talk about Horcruxes.

"The research direction of this Horcrux may have been born out of the Philosopher's Stone." Salazar's expression still showed a hint of appreciation, but after noticing Godric's mood, he quickly restrained his thoughts and looked seriously. go on. "To make a Horcrux, you must first sacrifice a life, and then slowly transform the life force of the person you killed by tearing apart your own soul and using your own soul as a bridge for transformation."

Regarding this conversion efficiency, Salazar spread his arms again: "If the magic stone only intercepts one percent of the life force of the dead person, then the Horcrux completely intercepts the life force of the person who is killed, and then kills the person. By sacrificing a small piece of his soul, he slowly transforms this life force into his true body."

He sounded a little sighing: "The most wonderful thing, or the most exciting thing about this Horcrux, is the fragment of the sacrificed soul. Magical research on immortality comes with the curse of the gods. Anyone who tries to extend himself Even if they have a long lifespan, they cannot escape this curse. In short, those guys are not allowed to live happily forever."

Salazar pointed at the crown: "But the Horcrux is different. It comes with a piece of the soul of the original owner, and all the curses have been transferred to that soul fragment. It will not affect the body. After all, if it is a soul fragment, then it will It’s considered part of the original owner, isn’t it?”

Then Salazar felt a little regretful: "Unfortunately, based on what I checked from the crown, I think that Voldemort doesn't seem to understand how to fully utilize Horcruxes."

"What do you mean?"

In Godric's impatient look, Salazar smiled evilly.

"Killing the baby with the strongest vitality, of course."

Godric looked at Salazar solemnly.

"Theoretically speaking, a person's vitality is the strongest at the moment of birth, and then gradually depletes until he dies of old age. Therefore, if you want to maximize efficiency, of course sacrificing a newly born baby is the best solution."

Godric said dryly: "Do you know what you are talking about?"

Salazar's attitude was scornful: "Of course, it sounds vicious enough, doesn't it? I am a dark wizard, an authentic, ancestral, and family-hered dark wizard. Do you think that people from the Slytherin family study black magic? Won’t you sacrifice some lives?”

Salazar glanced at Godric, with a disdainful sneer on his lips: "You think that I am so innocent, have you forgotten my identity as a dark wizard?"

Godric just remained silent and lowered his head.

"Forget it, I won't argue with you, as long as you know the theory of this Horcrux." Salazar's eyes shifted to the crown again. "After I resolve the curse above, I will hand it over to you. Oh, do you and the female ghost plan to keep this crown intact?"

Godric made no reply.

"I know that's the case. If that's the case...the methods of destroying the Horcrux by destroying the artifact itself will no longer work." Salazar frowned and thought. "How about I help you destroy this Horcrux?"

Without waiting for Godric to answer, Salazar said with great interest: "I do have an idea, try to peel off the soul from this crown."

Then, he began to think and said: "At that time, I will be able to get a piece of the soul of that arrogant thing called Voldemort!"

"Then what?" Godric frowned and looked up at the excited Salazar. He felt that Salazar probably had a bad idea.

"Of course it's through a piece of his soul that curses his body!"

Salazar's tone rose.

"That guy hurt James, didn't he? Slytherin always repays his kindness. James has always taken care of me, so it's only natural that I help him get revenge."

Godric sighed, Salazar was always petty, and he was not surprised at all that Salazar had the idea of ​​revenge against Voldemort.

"Well, if that's what you want."

Why bother to disagree with Salazar on this small matter? The more Godric understood what Voldemort had done, the more he hated such a guy.

Salazar snapped his fingers, satisfied with Godric's compromising attitude.

"If what Helena said is right, as well as Helga's wine glass and your necklace, do you have any other plans?"

Salazar frowned: "As for the necklace, speaking of it, there are two identical necklaces in the same time and space..."

It could be seen that Salazar was hesitant.

"I don't know what other effects it has."

Conflicts in time and space have always been the most difficult to study, especially since Salazar and Godric are still teenagers at this moment. They have not yet accumulated knowledge in that area, and they are used to being cautious.

"I'm not sure if I'm suitable to wear a necklace to find the necklace in this time and space."

Salazar looked a little gloomy.

"Speaking of which, the guy who wanted to fly away from death is still my descendant, so it is natural for him to inherit this necklace."

"I thought you were the one who cursed this descendant." Godric reminded.

"Is it inconsistent with him being my descendant and me hating him?" Salazar asked.

"No contradiction."

Then, Godric asked tentatively: "So, besides cursing that guy, do you have any other ideas?" Under Salazar's gaze, Godric continued to ask. "What he is doing now is a bit excessive, isn't it? In the name of Slytherin, although you Slytherins have always been unscrupulous, but..."

Salazar was stunned for a moment, realized what Godric meant, and said calmly: "Do you want me to kill him?"

Godric closed his mouth again, acutely aware of the displeasure in Salazar's tone.

"Dumbledore and the others have their own methods, right?" Salazar's tone was full of danger. "There seems to be a so-called Ministry of Magic in this era, isn't it?"

"You're not going to intervene?" Godric understood Salazar's thoughts and was a little surprised, and an unspeakable disappointment rose in his heart.

Salazar scoffed slightly.

"Godric."

He spoke slowly.

"Slytherins never kill Slytherins."

After glancing at Godric's pure blue eyes, Salazar lowered his eyes.

"I am the next leader of Slytherin, Godric. After all, that thing is still my tribe."

Godric sighed softly and inaudibly.